#killingham x reader

-> Shanks 🍶

You don’t expect much on Valentine's Day from a man who needs to be lured into the bathtub and occasionally gets too drunk to remember what day of the week it is. At the very least some chocolates and a quiet evening on deck to watch the stars together and fall asleep on his chest. You would be satisfied with that, truly, but instead … nothing.

In the morning you wake up alone, when you look for Shanks it's Beckman who tells you that he's gone into the village. Without you.

Filled with disappointment and the lingering sense that something about this isn’t right, you spend the rest of the day helping on the ship.

Maybe it's your fault for not knowing that pirates don’t care much for silly holidays like that. Especially not on a crew with only one woman in it and dozens of unmarried men.

You sigh and swallow your sadness.

In the evening you sit in your cabin with your nose buried in a cheesy romance novel. It hardly helps to distract you from your pain, but it's better than rolling up in bed and crying. As you turn the page you hear cheering outside, assuming that the Captain returned you put your book down and peek outside.

You’re prepared to glare and frown at your lover as hard as you possibly can for neglecting you. Until you lock eyes with Shanks and your heart stops at the sight of him—

Not only is his hair washed and neatly styled, he's wearing a clean, white shirt and a long coat with fur lining and golden details embroidered onto the leather. He flashes a smirk at you and walks past all his crew mates to drop on his knees right in front of you and ask for your hand. You reach out and he kisses it, his crimson eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm sorry for letting you wait, but I needed to make sure my surprise worked," he whispers and kisses the back of your hand one more time before standing up and locking your arm around his own. "What? Did you think pirates don’t care about Valentines Day? C'mon doll, we'd never pass up the chance to have fun."

"It's certainly unexpected," you tell him and he pulls you closer as you walk off the ship. "And what now?"

Shanks points at a house in the middle of the village where all the lights are still on and roses bloom right above the entrance.

"I'm taking you out for dinner, of course," he says with a very obvious wink, "Bet you didn’t expect that."

"No," you chuckle, all your anger and disappointment fading with each step you take at his side, "But I didn’t even dress up—"

"You’re beautiful as you are, and I booked the entire restaurant, so only my eyes can appreciate your beauty."

You nudge him with your shoulder. "You charmer."

"Can’t help it, sweetheart," he teases and gives you a peck on the cheek.

The dinner is wonderful, the servers all do their best to satisfy their most well paying customer and you almost regret being mad at Shanks. Almost. You eventually end up shifting from your chair to his lap. He feeds you with chocolate dipped strawberries for dessert and licks the leftover chocolate from your lips.

When you return to the ship the night has only just begun. Shanks throws the coat off his shoulders, gently lies you down on the bed and dives in between your legs to pleasure you one last time before midnight.

"Happy Valentine's Day, doll," he purrs and the vibrations of his tongue against your pussy sends a shock right to your core.

-> Figarland Shamrock ☘️

Much to your surprise you learn that Valentine's Day is actually a very important holiday for Celestial Dragons. Despite how cruel and often times brutal ( you don’t dare to call it barbaric in front of your lover ) their society is, they won’t miss an opportunity to spoil their partners rotten and make a competition out of gift-giving.

While Shamrock loves to give you everything you need before you have the chance to ask for it, he doesn’t stop at flower bouquets filling your bedroom and every hallway you pass through or chocolate imported from Whole Cake Island for breakfast — No, he wants to cherish you with the most precious gift of all: Spending time together. Alone.

It's rare that you two get a moment for your yourselves without Shamrock's knightly duties keeping you apart.

So when he finally leaves the temple to return to you, he doesn’t hesitate before leading you to the stables outside his mansion. Amongst his horses there's a shire gelding who can hardly keep his calm at the sight of his rider and a beautiful dapple grey percheron, the mare Shamrock bought for you.

"Are we riding out?" You wonder as the knight waves at a couple of stable hands to take the horses out and tack them up.

"Yes," he answers curtly and glares at the servants to hurry up. "It's been so long since I rode at your side … and if I recall correctly, I heard you complaining about how you don’t enjoy mingling with the other nobles in the city."

You bite your lip and stare at the ground, it wasn’t something you had told Shamrock directly. Your maids must have informed him of your last outburst. As much as you tried to keep your anger down at how horrible these so-called aristocrats, sometimes your true feelings slip out.

"Well, it's just …," you mumble and sigh.

Shamrock hums, and despite looking as aloof as ever, he places a soft kiss on your forehead and takes both of your hands. Wrapping his long fingers around your much smaller palms.

"You don’t have to hide from me. I can’t stand them either," he reveals with a faint smile.

Once the horses are saddled, you lead them out into the gardens and through the gate leading to the forest and fields outside of Marie Geoise. There, you allow Shamrock to help you onto your horse, then he gets up on the back of his shire and you both fall into a relaxed trot.

The high walls of the holy city slowly disappear behind trees and you feel your heart lighten up at the sound of the birds chirping above you and the occasional wild critter running across the path. Shamrock watches you closely, paying more attention to your expressions and all the little things that made you happy than actually looking at the road ahead.

"Why don’t we race?" He challenges you, his horse's ears perking up.

"So you can lose again?" You tease him back.

Shamrock would never admit it, but he likes it when you provoke him, when you talk back and wear that cheeky grin in your face. He can’t be upset with you, not even for a moment.

"I simply let you win last time, I was raised with good manners."

You laugh at that and Shamrock promptly sets his horse off into a gallop.

Your mare chases after him, she hates losing just as much as you do. The wind gets caught in your hair as you race through the woods, a welcome break from all the pressure and prejudice you have to live under in your new home. If you squint your eyes you can pretend to be back on your home island in the West Blue.

The chase ends at an old cherry tree, the one Shamrock and you had sat under when the knight got on his knee to propose to you.

With a perfect jump over a fallen oak tree you manage to get ahead of him right before the finishing line. You squeal and wave your arms around to celebrate your triumph, Shamrock slows down and climbs out of his saddle to let his gelding graze.

He offers you his hand and you take it, but instead of letting you down he scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the cherry tree.

"I have been meaning to tell you for a while now, but it feels right to do it here," he begins and you feel your heart flutter, "I asked the Great One for a favor and the Lord agreed to it."

You hold onto the collar of his uniform and stare at him, usually it means nothing good when he mentions the Great One.

"Don’t be afraid. I asked for you to be marked, so we may travel the world together as we please," he confesses.

Shamrock sees the worry in your eyes and holds you closer to his chest.

"I promise you it will be worth the pain, my dear."

You spend the rest of the day enjoying a dinner with all your favorite dishes and a wide array of gifts ranging from ball gowns to jewelry and a new portrait in the entrance hall. Though you can not shake off your fear of being marked.

-> Figarland Garling 🌙

All of Garling's suggestions for Valentine’s Day turn out to be incredibly unromantic, at least in your opinion, your Celestial husband however sees nothing wrong with honoring traditions on such an important day.

"Hunting together is very intimate, I don’t understand why you'd be so against it," he scoffs during breakfast.

"I was thinking of something … sweeter," you reply and Garling leans back in his chair to think. "Say, why do Celestials celebrate Valentine’s at all?"

The knight sits up straight at that question, if there is one thing he loves above all it's explaining things to you. He gestures around with his fork a as he begins to speak.

"Hundreds of years ago there lived a certain Saint Valentine, I believe he was from the Donquixote family — a bunch of unlawful lunatics — who fell in love with a noble lady. Unfortunately she wasn’t interested in him, so he tried to impress her. Saint Valentine had all the gold he owned melted and turned into jewelry for her, he stood outside her window and sang for her no matter how badly the royal court ridiculed him and then, one morning he gifted her thirty slaves."

You nearly choke on your pancake.

"And? Did he win her over?"

"No, of course not," Garling chuckles dryly and shakes his head, "The blind fool gave up all his riches and ended up without a house, clothes or a single berrie. It's a cautionary tale more than a romantic one, but over the years it turned into a competition of who can spoil their wife the most."

"You seem eager to participate in that competition," you note as the servants bring in another plate of pancakes and pour chocolate sauce over them.

"If there is something to win, then I will," Garling announces proudly and drops his fork in favor of cupping your chin. "I will give you more than Saint Valentine sacrificed for his love."

"But you won’t be offering me any slaves, right?"

Garling coughs and waves his hand dismissively.

"Silly girl, I wouldn’t dream of it."

[ … ]

In the evening you are being dressed up by your personal tailors to go out for a fancy dinner. In that time Garling hurries down the stairs and into servants' chamber where a maid quickly welcomes him with a deep bow and keeps her head down as he speaks.

"How may I help you, Master?" She inquires.

"The forty slaves I ordered from the market this morning— return them as quickly as you can. And make sure there's no great commotion about it, the Lady of the house is not to be disturbed," he explains.

The maid finally dares to look up at him, but she quickly recomposes herself from the brief moment of confusion and nods her head.

"As you wish, Master."

[ … ]

The two of you enjoy a candlelight dinner on a balcony overlooking all of the holy city under the clear night sky. Dozens of empty boxes stand behind you from all the gifts Garling has spoiled you with to satisfy both your wishes and his own ego. You had insisted many times that all of this isn’t necessary, but the blond knight never listens.

He's holding your hand while you finish your dessert, his head rests on his other hand as he watches you eat with a simmering hunger in his eyes. He presses his legs against yours under the table, you grin at him and push back.

"There's one more thing I have planned for today," Garling growls and stands up.

"Tell me," you purr.

Garling offers you a hand to stand up, this brief image of a gentleman fades soon after when he pushes you against the railing of the balcony and his crotch rubs over the curve of your ass.

"Not here— what if someone sees us?" You mutter as he leans over and kisses you, making it hard for you to breathe or form a single coherent thought with his hot body pressed against yours.

"Let them, I want everyone to know you’re mine."

-> Shepherd Sommers 🥀

[ gn!reader / non-con / tattoo needle ]

While others enjoy their Valentine’s Day at restaurants, on vacations to the underworld or by taking a walk through the many gardens in Marie Geoise, you find yourself tied down on your stomach. Your wrists are bound by metal, a gag shoved between your jaws and your body naked and vulnerable.

Sommers sits at your side, one leg crossed over the other as he sips on a glass of wine and occasionally looks over at you to amuse himself with your misery. You glare at him, followed by a lot of flailing around in your chains, but your ankles are tied down and leave almost no wiggle room.

"What's wrong, little rose? Tsk, the youth of today is so impatient … Good things take time, I'm sure he will be here soon," he tells you and pats your messy hair, bursting into laughter once more when you try to headbutt his hand. "You know, if you were better behaved, this could be a lot more romantic."

You curse him out through the gag, all your words come out as incoherent noises.

Sommers moves his hand from your head over your spine before stopping right above your ass. He taps his finger against your butt plug, it's gold with a ruby in the middle, it shimmers in the morning sun and the older knight pulls on it. Not enough to remove it, but you begin to squirm at the sensation nonetheless.

"Hm, I should have picked a fatter one, you’re so loose from my cock it's slipping out," he muses and continues to fuck your abused hole with the plug.

Finally, the door opens and a part of you hopes that whoever steps into the room will end this madness. But when Sommers stand up to greet the stranger and they both laugh together, all hope is thrown out the window and you brace yourself for a pain far worse than a whipping.

"Hm, usually I only tattoo slaves," the stranger comments as he looks you up and down with a frown.

You freeze — a tattoo?

Sommers slaps your butt, making sure to aim for the bruises you already have.

"It's a human, is that not good enough?" He replies, already sounding impatient.

The stranger shrugs and sits down to your left, placing down a metallic case on the floor.

"Cattle is cattle," he says with a shrug and you wish you could spit in his arrogant face.

Sommers distracts you by playing with your butthole, it's hard to keep track of what the strange man is preparing when you’re busy worrying about your master succumbing to his urges and fucking you right here and now.

"All roses and vines, correct?" He asks Sommers, who nods and traces lines over your entire back down to your thighs.

"Yes, so I can paint them red and blue when my bitch doesn’t behave," he explains and tugs on your hair as rough as possible, you hiss at him, "Hear that, whore? You’re going to become a piece of art."

The tattoo needle pierces through your flesh without a second warning, though it only injects the ink into your skin, it feels more like the metal is directly beating down on your ribs. Your muffled screams fill the room until your lungs surrender and all you can produce are moans and sharp hisses. Each sound of agony goes directly to your master's dick, he opens his belt and palms his cock while watching the artist turn your back into a rose garden.

It's incredibly dehumanizing. Even if you run free from Sommers now, you will spend the rest of your life marked by him. He caresses your tear stricken face and smiles at you in such a demeaning and mocking manner that it sickens you.

"Remember, I'm doing this for you, little rose. It's your Valentine’s gift, not mine. You believe me, don’t you?" He speaks down to you like a dumb child while wiping your tears away. "Say 'thank you, master'."

With your willpower weakened by the constant buzzing of the needle covering your skin in vines, you obey— or at least try to. Speaking around the gag is impossible, you babble and groan until Sommers stands up and holds his erect cock over your face.

"Go on, kiss it," he orders.

You try to bend your head around, it's painful but you barely manage to nudge his leaking cock with the plastic ball of your gag.

"That's a good pet," he praises, then his smirk turns more sinister, "But I don’t think you’re enjoying this enough."

Sommers summons vines which curl around your arms and neck, opening up hundreds of small wounds that bleed and sending your body into a state of shock. You panic and stare at the tattoo artist, but unfortunately he doesn’t even bother to look up and only shifts to dodge the thorns.

You shift in and out of consciousness during the entire process. Each time you close your eyes and pray to be swallowed by darkness, Sommers slaps you across the face to wake you up or tightens the vines on your neck.

[ … ]

Eventually, you do end up passing out without your cruel master stopping you. When you come to your senses again, your hanging upside down by a chain attached to your ankles. From the walls you can tell you’re somewhere inside Sommers' dungeon. There's a table right in front of you with a wine bottle, two glasses and a steak.

Your master steps into your field of vision, though you don’t see much except for his crotch directly in front of your face.

"Since you can’t see it for yourself, I took a picture," he says and pulls something out of his pants.

It's a photo of your back, but you have to squint your eyes to recognize yourself because your body looks nothing like it did before. All this black ink covering your skin … there's roses on top of your shoulders, vines twisting around each rib and thorns adorning every line. Not even your thighs are spared. You feel all these open wounds burn as the cold air inside the dungeon hits them.

"You’re beautiful … for a human," Sommers teases and puts the photo down in favor of filling a wine glass and holding it up to your lips. "Drink, all of it. It'll be a long night, so don’t waste a single drop."

You part your lips and let the alcohol cloud your mind.

♡Manmayer Gunko♡

Gunko was, most definitely, tired.

A full day of serving Imu, even worse it was valentine’s day! You had the day off, so you were sure to be waiting for her to.. Hopefully enjoy the day (or what’s rest of it).

She began the walk to her home slowly, trying her best to stay awake, to her surprise, she met you on the way home, you looked sweaty, exhausted and most of all, annoyed. She felt a pang in her chest, assuming you were annoyed at her for not being there for the special day, but when you spotted her you beamed happily, running towards her.

“Darling! God! You look tired.” You said easily, she saw the tiredness in your own eyes from… Whatever you were doing. “Sorry, Sommers wanted me to fight him, as usual, was I late? Can we go home now?” You asked with as much enthusiasm as your body allowed you.

“Y-Yeah, we can go home, please. I’m… spent.” Gunko replied, the last few words coming out a little too slowly as she pressed her hand against her head.

“Do you have a headache…Is it..?”

“Those stupid pangs- memories- I don’t know–”

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, hoping to soothe her pain before taking her hand and walking with her back to your house.

“Alright, I have to take care of my beloved!” You said with a grin, of course you would never leave her when she was in pain.

“No- No it’s Valentine’s day, I wanted to–”

“Please, darling, it’s just a day, it’s okay, we can relax, I know you’re tired, you probably planned huge stuff I know I know, It’s okay.” You reassured her and carried her lovingly, ignoring her apologies.

You had set up a few balloons for your darling in your bedroom, and she was happy, Gunko was happy to see them, enough to giggle at them.

“You like them!?”

“A lot…” She admitted, not used to being the one that was spoiled. You placed her in bed and helped her out of her clothes and into pyjamas, before you brought a plate of fruits to the bed and began feeding her.

“You make me feel bad…” She pouted from under her mask.

“Please, darling, I promise I’ll let you spoil me another day, just accept these for the love of Go-” She jumped on you to hug you before you continued.

“Hey hey! I’m doing the bare minimum!”

“It feels like too much!”

“Gunko, Come on!”

You forced her back on the bed to relax.

“We'll do all the cute things when you're better, I promise!” She still pouted as if you murdered her entire family.

And she indeed. Had everything planned out, yes it was past Valentine’s day, but she still asked you out with a rich chocolate cake with the question on it, that you both shared later with happy grins and exchanged kisses.

She ordered the fanciest clothes to be tailored for you so that you both enjoyed a night out away from the choking shackles of Marijoa, and you were truly grateful for the loveliest night with her, she knew what you wanted to eat, where, how, and put in all her effort. The fact that it wasn’t the same day didn’t bother you in the slightest. The night was long, the food was incredible, you both looked mesmerizing that you were sure you had multiple eyes on you both, oh the attention!

She put in all of her effort, and you appreciated it deeply.

When you both came back to Marijoa, Gunko made sure to spoil you with kisses everywhere and praises that warmed your heart immensely.

“I’ll spoil you more to compensate–”

“Please don’t, you’re enough as is, my heart.” You reassured her before sealing the night with a kiss.

♡♡♡

Figarland Shamrock

You, his beloved darling, and the only other Holy Knight that he sees equal to him, laid in bed snoring adorably.

A day prior, he had guilt trip his father using his deceased mother in order to get a day off to spoil you, and truly, it worked wonders even against his cold hearted father, and Garling had no choice but to accept.

Normally, he’d be up in the office already, but with the day off he chose to sit tight and watch you intently. Part of him tried to tell him it was creepy, but the other major part did not care when you looked so cute.

He brushed your hair out of your face occasionally, keeping your sleeping face on full display to him, his arm never leaving your waist, holding you as close as possible to his torso, you tended to shuffle slightly in your sleep, most of the time towards him, holding onto his torso as you pushed yourself against him with all the strength you had while you were asleep.

He was your lover after all, and even in sleep you sought him out. In battles, you sought him out, in training, you sought him out, in meetings, in gatherings, in life. And he was always there to catch your eye, to reassure you he was there, he was watching you, protecting you, standing next to you, that he won’t leave like his father did when it came to the motherof his children.

In your sleep, you turned away from him, immediately making him pout like a child, he couldn’t see your face anymore. Any attempt to maneuver himself so he had access to your face would most likely result in waking you up as well, something he didn’t want to do since he knew how much you’ve been needing the sleep. So he simply snuggled into the crevice between your neck and shoulder and breathed in your scent. It was enough to make his eyes feel drowsy again, but he tried not to surrender to sleep, he wanted to watch you after all!!! He was even getting sad at his body betraying him when he could spend his time wisely by admiring his lover.

It took him a while to realize your breathing pattern changed, not in a bad way, but it was definitely different.

“How long have you been staring at me?” You asked with a hoarse voice since you just woke up, turning around to place your hands on his broad chest while tucking your head under his chin and purring in content. He immediately wrapped his arms much tighter around you, kissing your head multiple times as if he hadn't seen you in years, making you giddy.

“Stop it..!” You mumbled half heartedly, only making him increase the kisses on your head, then down to your face, then down to your neck and shoulders before you pushed him weakly away.

“Ok!!! I'm awake silly!!!” You laughed.

“Are you though?” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before deciding to stop his barrage of kisses with a smile.

You both laid in comfortable silence. You were ecstatic at the feeling of Shamrock next to you in the morning, when most of the time you woke up alone in a cold bed.

“You're so warm…” you mumbled happily, making Shamrock blink a few times.

“I guess..”

You didn't want to ask why he's with you and not at his office, afraid of ruining the moment and accidentally jinxing it.

“We should get up.” Shamrock said, angling his head towards you.

“Don't wanna…” you gripped his shirt loosely, not wishing to go to work that day.

“You didn't expect me to make you work on valentine's day, did you darling?”

You sprung your head up (almost hitting his chin) and looked at him with adorable puppy eyes before speaking, “Really?”

He almost looked offended and you crushed him under your weight in a hug before he could reply.

“I also made sure to ask Imu to give father a mission today, so he’s out for a week.”

“God I love you.”

“I know, sit up for me please, my love.”

You mindlessly obeyed and he made a gesture for you to give him your back… Skeptical you were but you also obliged, a delicate necklace was placed on your neck with utmost careful hands, with 5 rubies in perfect order across your upper chest and each of them with lovelier diamonds surrounding them, it wasn’t too heavy as you liked, even though Shamrock would rather see you bedazzled in jewelry, he also would never make you uncomfortable.

“Shamrock… I told you last week to stop buying me gifts.” You said with no bite in your tone, admiring the necklace on you.

“Hm… I don’t remember that.”

“Of course you don’t!” You laughed and turned around to kiss him your thanks, making your face redden.

“It has a matching ring… If you’d like to wear it…”

“Show me!”

He pulled out the box, ever the lovely shade of red it was and opened it. It indeed had a matching ruby ring inside, but it wasn’t flashy– Shamrock pulled it up and revealed that it hung on a longer string.

“If you… Wanted to wear it on missions and all, so it doesn’t break–”

You cried and almost pushed both of you off the bed, luckily he was strong enough to not make that happen.

“My love… You need to calm down–” He had an idea of why you were like this, being raised by parents whose only focus was making you a Holy Knight that was stronger than most, you didn’t exactly have the luxury of gifts and accessories since they’d all be lost on the battlefield.

He carried you and stood up, making you wrap your legs around him while burying your head in his neck.

“Can you stop… I just wanted to spoil you.”

“Well you didn’t need to.”

“I’d argue that I must since I am married to you.”

You pulled back to look at him– Something on the tip of your tongue that died in your laughter, he didn’t get it, but he was happy that you were better now.

“Breakfast is ready, we should head out after we change.”

“Okay… To our..?”

“Uniforms, I need to take you out to show you something, I’d rather we look like knights doing it.”

“Okay!” He knew you took pride in being a knight, so you both got changed to get to breakfast first.

To your surprise, it wasn’t… the traditional breakfast that you always had when Garling was around, it was… Much simpler, just pancakes and a bunch of sides.

You were confused, really. So you turned to your husband with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t like how my father speaks to you when you’re indulging in something as simple as food…” He scratched his neck shyly, hoping he hit the mark.

Your eyes softened, “Thank you, yeah, he’s a prick to me but I love you.” You shrugged and pulled him to eat too.

Shamrock seemed to enjoy the meal as well, you wondered if he was allowed to have any sugar growing up, but your answer came naturally.

“You look adorable.” You commented as he seemed every so slightly enthusiastic with his meal.

“...No I don't.” Shamrock grumbled.

“Whatever you say.” You shrugged with a giggle. The weight of the necklace wasn't annoying, and it held so much love from Shamrock that it warmed your heart. He also enjoyed looking at it sitting on top of your uniform, knowing you'd take it off at the moment it was in danger to preserve it.

After breakfast, he tied a small cloth above your eyes and led you outside, you had full trust in him to the point where you weren’t even using your haki, only having your hand on his arm in a relaxed manner. However you did recognize where the steps were taking you, training and all that, so you tried not to laugh to expose yourself.

Close to where Cerberus was being kept, Shamrock took the blindfold off, and you almost fell immediately from laughter, you had always been begging him to dress his beast up but he refused, for the obvious reasons of Cerberus had to look scary as the Commander’s pet, so when you opened your eyes to see each one of his heads in a flowery choker and on his body a white dress you lost it laughing.

“See! I told you he’d be adorable!”

Shamrock’s face reddened with embarrassment, but as long as you were laughing it was fine.

Cerberus, as trained, turned around and bit into a bunch of boxes –gently– before bringing them in front of you…

“Are those-?”

“Of course I wouldn’t just dress up my pet and buy you one necklace and a ring… and please don’t get mad at me for a month–”

You threw yourself in Shamrock’s arms, kissing everywhere on his face in gratitude.

“I know there’s no use convincing you otherwise…” You kissed his forehead when he picked you up with ease. “Thank you, my love!”

Even Cerberus rubbed his three heads against you both as you seemed ecstatic, Shamrock was happier than usual, happy you weren’t pushing him away again.

“This won’t be the last time, I promise.” He whispered against your mouth lovingly.

♡♡♡

Shepherd Sommers

Truth be told, you knew he would not let the day go without a celebration, but you didn’t know… what he would do.

He gave no indication that a big day was coming up, nothing in the mansion changed, nothing in your routines changed– And certainly nothing in him changed.

Which ultimately led you to think that he actually forgot about the day, which in turn made you sad.

Sommers did notice your moodiness for a few days, but he chose to ignore it, not really understanding where it comes from. Because he was planning a lovely Valentine’s day for you! How could he not!

The night before the day came around and you were especially moody and upset at just the idea that it was just going to be a normal day… Especially when Sommers was basically the most open knight out of the group!

You were sniffling in bed, waiting for your husband to come back from his nightly routine, he didn’t need to take another step out of the bathroom to hear your miserable ‘silent’ sobs. You were really bad at this, well he didn’t blame you, considering you were just a lowly lady from the surface world serving disgusting men at bars before he decided to take you as his own.

“Darling, as much as I love the look of tears on your face, I can’t bear the thought that it was caused by something– or someone that wasn’t me.”

“I’m crying becaus of you, idiot!” You screamed and turned away in bed, only making him grin slightly.

“You’re acting like a brat, you know?”

“I don’t care, I’m angry at you!”

“Maybe if you tell me what the issue is–”

“Are we not celebrating Valentine’s day!?” You pouted angriliy and looked away again.

Ah, so that was it. “Of course we are, who said we weren’t?”

“Well… You never exactly–”

“Asked you? I don’t think there was anyone else that could be my Valentine.” He giggled and extended a hand towards you.

You took his hand and he pulled you out of bed, a little harshly but he did end up carrying you over his shoulder all too quickly anyways.

“I can walk… Sommers..”

“I wanted to do this, I like your weight over my shoulder.”

“He took you to the room that was ‘yours’ and opened the door, letting you stand up, it was filled with an endless array of expensive clothes, all kinds of jewelry, gold, silver, diamonds, a bunch of miscellaneous items you mentioned occasionally wanting–

Basically, it brought tears to your eyes immediately–

“You didn’t trust me?” Sommers questioned while rubbing your back with a giggle.

“Your face didn’t give anything away… Idiot.”

“Perhaps I should throw everything away then!” He said with the fakest pained expression.

“I’m sorry!!!” You apologised and hugged him “I really appreciate everything…”

“You’ll appreciate the actual day even more, my love.” He said with a flirty wink. You immediately turned away and pushed your face into your hands– making him laugh before picking you up again, this time bridal style, as he walked back.

“I have sooo much more prepared! Everyone is going to know we had the loveliest day!!”

He didn’t walk back to your room, but went somewhere else, to the ballroom, where 2 outfits were set for you two… A lovely red dress and a matching burgundy suit for him.

You were in awe of how expensive the dress looked.

“It’s just a trailer to the big day… But my darling seems to be impatient.”

You both got changed into the outfits before music suddenly started playing, Sommers led you across the room with dangerous precision, flaunting you to whatever ghosts may be roaming around, he was lucky to have ordered the servants to do your hair before you went to bed, because it still looked pristine even after your crying session.

You giggled with every step you took, following your husband’s feet.

And when the music finally came to an end, Sommers ended the dance by bending you slightly and kissing you.

You pushed your face against his chest with glee at the simple dance, “Thank you, Sommers.”

“Anything for the love of my heart.”

♡♡♡

Rimoshifu Killingham

You both had a mission in the daytime, damn Imu for letting you go down to the surface world on Valentine’s day! You were moody all throughout the mission and took your anger out on your enemies, slicing through the enemies with ease using your sword, their blood scattering everywhere including on your delicate white uniform.

Maybe it was a dumb mistake to wear white as your battle uniform, but you didn’t care, you had a closet full of them anyways.

And Killingham was quite fond of the white on you, it wasn’t a pure white, more like the white you’d see when it was snowing outside, so it reminded him of his favourite season.

You did half the job and jumped away, Killingham already had some popcorn created for you before he jumped to kill the rest of the pirates that were causing havoc, he as well was enjoying himself in the blood bath that he was creating, the floor was getting slippery, and he was only getting more excited by the minute.

It didn't help that you were cheering him on heavily, making him all giddy and happy while tearing apart more bodies for the fun of it.

Once the mission was complete, you both walked back to the meeting point to get abyssed back to Marijoa, an unspoken silence between the two of you that you both couldn’t put your finger on.

“Have I ever told you how good you look covered in blood?” Killingham commented darkly.

“I think I ought to say the same to you, though I’d argue I look better since my uniform is white.” You smirked and Killingham put a hand on his heart as if wounded.

“My dearest, but of course, it is of no doubt you look the best out of us in anything!” He took your hand to twirl you around in the gentlest way possible, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, using the opportunity to lick some blood that was close to your mouth. God, how wonderful it tasted just because it was on your body.

You shyly pressed your hands against his chest, “Maybe wait until we’re home?” You suggested. “And not all sticky and… disgusting…”

“Hmph, you’re quite fabulous looking sticky and disgusting though!” He argued and held his hand in yours as you two walked.

Back at Marijoa, the built up adrenaline has washed off and you and Killingham were lounging in bed together, with you sitting on top of him, listening to his heartbeat, it was making you woozy but it was a good feeling, especially with his hands playing in your hair with utmost care.

“Are you up for us to go somewhere?” He whispered in your ears, you didn’t expect that he had anything planned since you were both (you thought) pretty tired after the mission.

“I don’t mind, where do you want us to go?”

“Hm… That remains a surprise!”

You giggled and stood up to allow the both of you to change, you fought all the sleepiness and followed him.

He even changed into his centaur form for you!

“How sweet my husband is!” You praised him teasingly and jumped on, both your legs on one side, you loved being treated like his princess despite being a holy knight as strong as him in every way shape and form.

He led you to his gardens, where the entire place’s flowers have been switched for pink and red ones in celebration for the day, in the middle, under your favourite tree, laid a picnic basket on top of a square cloth for you two to sit on. The moment he heard your gasp, his heart was at ease, because he thought he didn’t do enough for the day, you jumped off and lied down on the cloth first, enjoying the darkness of the night, Killingham quickly sat next to you and opened the basket to feed you some of the fruits and snacks, and you of course fed him in return.

Out of genuine happiness at you being satisfied, Killingham didn’t realise how hard he was biting his lip, and blood dripped from the cracked part.

“Killingham, you hurt yourself.”

“Oh– uh I can–”

You leaned in and sucked on the wound, eyes fluttering in satisfaction.

You both had not talked about it… But something between you two during that mission– definitely changed.

“You’re acting like I taste better than the–”

You couldn’t control yourself anymore… And your next action was to bite down on his shoulder, he cried out in pain but didn’t push you back–

“Darling-!?”

You pulled back, your teeth having sunk deep enough for wounds to open and for his shoulder to get soaked.

“I know you want this too.” You breathed heavily, pushing his blood desperately into your mouth with your fingers, almost choking yourself.

”Eat me, Killingham, Bite, chew, devour, I don’t care–”

Well, who was he to deny?

He bit into your neck and you immediately moaned, feeling him sucking on your arteries and feeling light headed from the spot he chose. Both of your immortalities only worked after the initial bite and blood seeped out, so in short,

You both faced no danger when it came to devouring one another.

You gouged his eye out with your bare fingers and bit into it with satisfaction, enjoying the gooey texture, watching his missing socket twitch in pain before the immortality came in and diluted the pain.

Killingham bit your nose clean off, bones protruded,veins torn, and the crunch of the bones in his mouth sounded… watching the blood drip from your face into your mouth was almost enough to make him pass out from bliss.

The actual food was forgotten, and you both stripped save for the bare minimum to keep you both just barely covered, you took great pleasure in tearing out Killingham’s abs and chewing graciously on it, he was a lean man by all means, but he had a the most delicious muscle definition when he flexed, he adored digging his teeth into your fleshy thighs. Arguably his favourite part of you because he could always relax on them and grip them when he was stressed…

Before long, both of your and Killingham’s bodies had visible chunks of meat missing, and it was getting more and more difficult to bite more out of each other. You stared at each other, blood has soaked everything, from the last remaining bits of your clothes, to the cloth you two were supposed to eat on, to the food that was supposed to stay far away.

“Guess I didn’t… Need an outfit for Valentine’s day…”

“I’d gladly wear your blood everyday.. If only I knew it was this delicious ages ago.”

“Mhm… I share your opinion.”

You both passed out on top of each other, the immortality working slowly to patch together the parts you both ate out of each other.

“How romantic..” You both thought before surrendering fully to sleep.

♡♡♡

Satchels Maffey

She knew she did not need an assistant, but you were literally too adorable to pass out on.

After being informed there was a new devoted blade, she decided to throw an eye to see if you caught her eye. Shamrock had told her briefly that you had landed a heavy kick on his head after he almost absent mindedly stepped on a kitten, and when the two of them sparred, the only reason he won was because you weren’t prepared and you seemed weakened from whatever previous events had occurred… So you put up a fight against the Figarland Shamrock, and lost for simple bad timing.

In celestial dragon fashion, he ‘kidnapped’ you. But you were somehow taking it well, having not screamed or fought back once, you didn't regret fighting the commander quite frankly, how dare he step on a kitten! If this was the consequences of your actions then you'd make the best of it.

He brought you back and there you were, standing in a uniform and looking around confused, Maffey smiled and called you over. You wordlessly obeyed and followed the pretty lady. With the way you held yourself and walked, she could already tell you were going to be a powerful subordinate to her and she was more than excited for it.

Maffey walked to her office with you behind, it was classy, befitting a woman of her status, the air smelt of expensive tobacco, and you found it oddly comforting.

“This, is my office, yours is on the other side of the hall.” She said while putting her cigar out.

You nodded before taking a step to go outside.

“I didn't tell you to go.” She said calmly and you straightened immediately. “Come closer.”

She picked out something from her drawers and raised her hand when you were in front of her.

“I'd like to put something around your neck.”

“...A collar?”

“I'm not that cruel, it's a cute choker, c'mere.”

She flipped your hair away from your neck as she fixed the clasp behind your head.

“There, now anyone looking at you will know you're mi- that you work for me…”

You fiddled with the choker a bit, not seeing its design exactly, but it was light and shouldn’t hinder your work, then you smiled. It was a gift, a lovely one at that, especially for the cruel beings that were celestial dragons.

“Thank you for your consideration, saintess, I'll cherish it!”

Maffey felt like she needed another cigar for how cute you were being and to stop herself from blushing red.

“Dismissed, there's nothing for you to do though so just clean up your space and do what you like with it.”

“Very well.”

You walked outside and did just that, the office was still relatively clean, but you had nothing to put as decoration, making you pout since you were kidnapped here without ever having a chance to get any sort of belongings. That admittedly made you a bit sad, but you can manage, since you have been living alone on the surface world anyways.

You were looking around in the drawers to see if any work was left for you when Maffey walked inside.

“Checking on you, how have you gotten situated?” She lowered her sunglasses as she spoke- her eyes were so pretty-

“F-fine!” You squeaked before composing yourself. “I tidied up a little, if you need anything I can help now.”

“No, I've no use for you, why is the room plain?”

From first impressions, she really didn't expect you to flip the place upside down, but it still looked how it had been left, just without the dust everywhere.

“Well… the red haired knight-”

“Shamrock.” She corrected gently.

“Shamrock, yes, when I passed out after fighting him I woke up on his ship, so I didn't get a chance to bring much with me.”

“Oh…” She approached you and held your chin up to meet her eyes. “How unfortunate, he's rough around the edges.. I apologise, if you'd like anything come around and tell me, okay?

At first glance, this truly felt like a trap, but honestly you couldn't care with her warm hand holding your cheek now. “Okay...”

“One of my servants will guide you to your bedroom, rest for the night.” She ordered and you nodded immediately.

You latched onto Maffey like a lost dog, and who’s to say you weren’t?

She cared for you, and you worked endlessly for her, you followed her like a shadow and sent sharp glances to everyone who dared look at her with even a fraction of disrespect for her clothes choice. She just had a different style than most.

Maybe you were biased because you got attracted to her, but that still didn’t excuse every glare that bastard called Garling sent to her.

You had ended up fighting him several times under the excuse of ‘training’ and each time, it ended in a ‘draw’ only because he was always too much of a coward to continue the fight until he lost, and each time, Maffey would have to pull you away from pouncing on him like an angry cat.

She never expected to have someone under her so loyal, that she ended up accidentally falling in love with you…

Every time you brought her her favourite coffee in the morning, every time you helped style her hair the way she likes it, every time you cleaned both of your offices even though that wasn’t a part of your job in the slightest, her heart raced, she really, really couldn’t tell why at first–

Every time you bowed deep in respect, every time you brought her hand to your lips to greet her, every time you loudly corrected any disgusting nobles berating her and swinging your sword at them with disgust.

A loyal pet to her you were, and in love she was with you.

Your uniforms (by her permission) only ever got sharper, and more and more designated to her. You never wore a uniform unless it had some sort of part to its colours to resemble your saintess, you refused it. You were proud to be her devoted blade and right hand, and you were going to make it public.

One night, with Maffey drinking away her stupid feelings, you caught her in her office again, head on the table, hair in disarray, her mouth slightly open as she seemed to be softly snoring.

You quietly took the bottle out of her hand and set it aside, coming over to her side to help her up and to her bedroom. To your knowledge, no one other than you was allowed to see her in this state, and that simple fact always threw your heart in shambles!

She didn’t protest as you led her to her bedroom, making sure she adequately got changed into pyjamas before she sat in her bed

“Stay with me…” She begged you, speech slurred under the influence of alcohol, and you shook your head firmly.

“That would be a clear cut through the boundaries between a knight and their devoted blad- hmph!!!”

She had pulled you into her lap, your back to her chest, her arms around your waist preventing any sort of escape from you despite you kicking profusely.

“Tomorrow is Valentine’s…” She murmured into your neck, doing nothing more, but that action only served to make you swoon on the spot and make your heart race.

“Is it? I have papers to do anyways, please let me down–” She pushed your body onto her bed and loomed over you.

“Be my Valentine, actually just be mine– I can’t imagine life without you.” She whispered, her breath heavy with alcohol. Her glasses were discarded somewhere across the room.

“I’m not good enough–” She pressed her thumb against your lips to shut you up, she was clearly holding every ounce of restraint in her body from pouncing on you.

You stared at her lips and her sharp fangs in awe, feeling a sudden hotness take over your body.

“...You want this too, pet.”

“Listen, you’re hot– Of course I want to–”

She stopped your mumbling with a kiss, biting down on your lips, your moan was loud as you indulged, daring not to push her away as she feasted on the blood trickling down from your puffy lips.

It coated her own lips as she backed away to wipe it off, looking at you with great satisfaction to finally have you in her bed.

You turned away shyly, “You’re drunk! You’re going to regret this!” You tried reasoning with her as she pinned your hands to your sides.

“I was drunk because I didn’t have the courage to do this, and since you already said you wanted to…” She approached your neck to bite viciously. “I don’t think I can hold back, dearest!”

—

Well.. To say the least… You didn’t sleep well that night–

You jumped out of her bed with an extremely red face and b-lined to the bathroom to stare at your state– Hickeys everywhere!!! You wanted to die! You let your saintess mark you so boldly!!! How is everyone going to ever take you seriously again!! And most of all you agreed to be her Valentine in the middle of being a moaning mess from her love bites and the heat of her touch– Who knew you were so touch starved!? Your only saving grace was that she passed out on you from yet another narcoleptic attack, but that still didn’t leave your neck save from her nibbling at you when she was fully out!

You rummaged through her stash of makeup to try and fix yourself up, and that naturally led to her waking up, you refused to look at her and you had an adorable pout on your face as you picked up a bunch of stuff you truly didn’t understand what it was.

“Love? God I’ve been aching to call you that…” Maffey admitted to herself.

“I’m busy over here!”

“You sure are.” She strutted over to you while stretching, almost amused. “We have the day off by the way.”

“We do!?” You screamed- “Who’s we-! I told you yesterday I had papers to do!”

“No you don’t, Holy Knight’s orders.” She carried you with ease against her chest.

“Now, I order you to enjoy Valentine’s day with me~”

You had no choice but to actively nod and agree to.. Whatever that entailed–

She gifted you a bunch of lovely decorations, she hit the nail with everything too… Almost bringing a tear to your eye with how lovely everything was, since you never had that much back in the surface world.

Alongside, an extensive array of jewelry that matched her hair, seeing how much you took pride in being under her. You were especially excited for those piece. Having her help you wear everything and you matching them to your existing outfits.

“You look exquisite in everything.” She admitted evrey damn time you came out with a new matching outfit.

At the end of the day, she fed you your favourite food, you sat in her lap wearing a half black and half white ball lovely outfit alongside earrings that were surely more expensive than your net worth.

“I’m never letting you go…” She confessed while staring at you, making you shyly tuck your hair under her chin with a red face… It all worked out in the end, and you would be forever with your beloved saintess, as her lover.

♡♡♡♡♡

The joy you felt when you saw your first bounty poster hanging on the blackboard of a small town your crew had docked at was indescribable. Finally, you had made it as a pirate and gained enough infamy to be hunted down by the government and other lowly scum. Your captain lifted you up into his arms and neither of you could stop laughing - they had taken such a silly photo of you too.

"Next time they should ask me to pose," you chuckled and tore the poster off so you could keep it as a trophy. There were plenty more across town, they wouldn’t miss this one.

"I'm sure this won’t be your last bounty," the ship cook snorted and ruffled through your hair. "Bet you'll outdo our captain in no time."

"Hey!" The captain protested, but soon you were all back to celebrating together.

If only you had known what fate awaited you that day, you would have hugged your comrades a little tighter.

[ … ]

Two of the holy knights had been sent on a mission to an island in the South Blue to find a certain criminal who had ties to the revolutionary army. Naturally, it had to be Killingham who was forced to accompany Sommers and endure his long-winded stories about all his previous and future relationships, his family and twenty siblings … if only he could put the man to sleep.

In the dark of the night they both wore cloaks to conceal their identity as they walked around town to find anything of interest.

It didn’t take long before they passed by a bar that had clearly seen better days, on the board at the door Killingham took note of a few wanted posters. He stopped to look over them, pulling down his hood just a tad to see better.

"We’re looking for a pretty ruthless guy, I doubt his poster would be hanging here along with all those rookies," Sommers noted, but his partner didn’t seem so easily deterred.

"I'd prefer to check them all, unless you have a better idea," he sighed and went over to the other side of the board.

Right there, nailed into the very edge of the board frame hung a poster that caught Killingham's attention more than any other. On the picture was a young woman, it was hard to tell her age but she couldn’t have been older than the knight himself. He promptly tore the piece of paper off and caressed the image with his thumb, almost affectionately.

"Keep those lips shut, Killingham, you’re drooling all over that poster," Sommers teased him and the other knight bared his sharp teeth. "If I didn’t know any better, I'd think you were getting distracted."

"Have you seen her face before?" Killingham wondered.

"Hm," Sommers looked over his shoulder and adjusted his glasses. "I haven’t, but look at her hips … she would make a good breeder."

"Forget it!" Killingham snapped at him and rolled the paper up so his perverted comrade couldn’t defile her with his eyes.

This young pirate had quite a low bounty, nothing worth chasing after for a holy knight on a mission, but something about her carefree smile and the wind flowing through her hair deeply fascinated the man. He wanted to know more about her, about that mysterious rookie who made him forget all about his task.

Sommers yawned obscenely loud next to him, stretching his arms and shoulders like he hadn’t slept all day before coming here.

"Well, I say we take a break for tonight and continue tomorrow," the older knight suggested with another yawn.

"Oh, do not tell me you’re suggesting we should sleep in some lousy straw beds inside that inn for commoners," Killingham argued, feeling a shiver run down his spine out of pure disgust.

Sommers shrugged and waved him off, typical. He opened the door to the tavern and Killingham's ears were immediately assaulted with the sound of folk music played on horribly tuned instruments and the singing of the drunk crowd inside. There weren’t many places Killingham would have loved to avoid more and yet … a small part of him hoped to find the girl on the poster there. More so than the rebel scum they were searching for.

When they entered no one paid them any mind, these drunk mortals did know not they were in the presence of two Gods walking among them.

"Oh, would you look at that-," Sommers whistled and pointed at the barmaid who was showing an extra bit of cleavage to encourage her guests to order round after round. Humans were primitive creatures like that. "I'll be doing some research at the bar! Maybe you should ask around and see if anyone knows our little friend."

And with that, his partner disappeared. Sometimes he wondered why Sommers had been knighted by their Lord in the first place, he certainly wasn’t suited for this position.

After accepting his fate, Killingham pulled the hood over his face to look a bit less approachable. He preferred to sneak around and listen into conversations rather than speaking with any mortals directly. They were hardly worth the hassle. He walked from table to table, most of them spoke about their labor, their families and all sorts of mundane things a God had no interest in.

Just when he was about to squeeze through the crowd to return to Sommers and make sure he wasn’t flirting up the barmaid, his eyes caught something. And then his ears.

Killingham saw her hair, it shimmered in the candle light of the metal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Then he heard her laughter, she sounded just as joyful and carefree as the girl on the poster looked. It was entirely unprofessional, but he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking up closer to her.

He hid behind a wooden pillar, stealing quick glances at the girl to avoid her noticing that he was watching every move. With bated breath he saw her lift an entire mug of beer and finish it in an impressively short time, when she was done she just laughed and her crew joined in.

Her manners were so terribly … human. No better than the rest of these lowlifes who were only good as slaves or dead. And yet, for a reason Killingham couldn’t quite pinpoint outside a vague notion in his heart, he remained frozen in place to watch.

"Hey, what's your biggest dream?" One of her comrades asked, he sat way too close to the girl in Killingham's opinion, but the question did peek his curiosity. What could an angel like you possibly dream of?

"Hm, that's hard to say," she hummed and let her finger brush over the rim of her beer glass.

Killingham held onto the pillar, he couldn’t wait to hear what she'd say. In his mind, he went through every possible option, debating wether or not he could fulfill that wish for her. But he quickly arrived at the conclusion that he was willing to grant her every desire.

"I think I'd like to be as free as a bird, to sail all seas with you and see every corner of this world," she confessed with a nervous chuckle, her crew cheered her on, but Killingham had a feeling they were not sincere.

A bunch of pirates couldn’t fulfill her wish, she wouldn’t be free for much longer with that nasty bounty which would only rise. They would sooner betray her like the slippery scum they are before she had seen all the beauty in the world. It pained him to think she'd trust these pirates with her dream.

No, the poor thing clearly needed to be rescued from a life down here in the filth. Such a free spirited soul deserved to spread her wings in more … suitable conditions. A man of his position could take her anywhere she wanted to be.

"Excuse me, duty calls," she announced and left the table.

Now was Killingham's chance to approach her. He watched her enter the women's bathroom, after a quick look over his shoulder, he slipped inside after her.

[ … ]

After using the toilet, which had been the dozenth time tonight since your bladder didn’t do well with alcohol, you walked over to the sink to wash your hand. As the water splashed and you put a bit of soap on your palms, you noticed a shadow in the reflection of the mirror. It stood right behind you, unmoving, unnerving.

You gripped the edge of the sink and pulled together all your confidence.

"Get lost!" You yelled, but instead of slipping away, the shadow approached you and your own fear had frozen you in place, rendering you unable to escape.

A pair of gloved hands emerged from the cloak the figure wore, it placed one hand under your chin and the other around the back of your neck. At last, the hood fell from his head and uncovered a man with messy black hair to you, and oh, piercing green eyes who stared at you through the reflection of the mirror.

"Don’t be afraid," he whispered, revealing his razor sharp teeth with a cruel smile. It was like he enjoyed to see you shiver in his hold. "Hold still, let me take a closer look at you."

"Let go of me, you bastard," you hissed out, slamming your elbow into his chest, but it had no effect on the tall man. All he did in return was to cup your chin and squeeze your face uncomfortably hard.

"Ah, feisty," he purred disgustingly low, his thin lips ghosting over the side of your throat as if he was preparing to bite you. "My, my, you’re even prettier than your wanted poster."

"So? I don’t care for your flattery, you better get your filthy hands off me or I will call my crew for help … and they'll make you pay," it was hard to sound confident when your entire body shivered, surely the stranger saw the tears threatening to burst out of your eyes.

The man cackled, it was a vile sound that echoed in the empty bathroom. You silently prayed someone would step in to distract him for just a second, but luck wasn’t on your side.

"I wouldn’t suggest that, little mortal," he hummed, caressing your cheek with his thumb in a rather demeaning manner. "If you dare to make a sound, I will have my comrade slaughter every single one of your stupid friends … and every eye witness, count them as collateral damage."

You stared straight ahead at the dirty mirror, with your back pressed uncomfortably tight to the man's chest, his hands strong enough to block every escape attempt and his threat looming over your head … you had no choice but to obey him. Your crew, they meant everything to you, they were the sole reason you were still alive! They didn’t deserve to be killed, not while they were celebrating.

"Fine, what do you want? Is it gold, a treasure map … we don’t have much," you told him in the feeble hope that he'd be satisfied with something materialistic, that his hands creeping down to your chest were only meant to coax more information out of you.

Oh, you had always been good at fooling yourself.

"Good girl, but it's not your treasure I'm after. I already have all I want, so let us not waste any more time!" The stranger announced cheerfully and put his hands over your eyes to blind you.

Instinctively you grabbed his wrists and tried to pry his hands off, but they hardly even budged. Panic rose inside you, your heart made a little jump like a rabbit fleeing from danger. You should have fought harder, beaten his nose bloody and broken his arms, but all you could do while your body grew weaker and weaker was to beg for your friends to come save you.

Why? You asked yourself as your eyes fell shut and your legs gave in, causing you to fall into the arms of your captor unwillingly.

"N- no …," you breathed out, the stranger's face hovered above you in a blur.

In your last moment of consciousness, you felt the man cupping your chest, playing with your breasts like you were nothing more than a doll.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

[ … ]

When you awoke you spent a good minute trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness that surrounded you. You desperately tried to remember how you had ended up here, but all that came to mind was a pair of hands groping you and a shark toothed smile putting the fear of God in you.

Where did your crewmates go? Had the strange man taken you away without any of them noticing? No, surely they were looking for you right now. They must have been. They would never leave anyone behind.

Trying to stand up turned out to be rather complicated, your arms were tied to your back with thick ropes used on ships. The ropes rubbed against the skin on your wrists when you had to balance your body to stand on two feet. It was shortly after that you became of your clothes, or rather the lack there of, instead of your usual outfit someone had dressed you in a flowy white summer dress woven from a fabric so thin you were sure it left nothing underneath to the imagination.

You fought against your anxious thoughts and wandered around the room, trying to find a door. On your third turn around the cell, it dawned on you that there was no exit. No light. You couldn’t even hear the faintest sound.

The silence was maddening. You fell to your knees and stared at the pitch black floor, hoping that if you stared long enough it would consume you.

"Ah, there you are," a voice echoed in the darkness.

"What is this place?!" You protested loudly, the voice laughed at you and you turned your head to try and find the source.

"This, my dear, is a nightmare of your own making," he explained mockingly, "I’ve combined all your worst fears to create it, isn’t it lovely? Almost feels real, doesn’t it? But it is rather dull, this simply won’t do to entertain me."

"Let me go! I don’t want to entertain you, sick bastard," your insults only amused him further.

The room twisted and turned around you, dark walls fell and revealed a winter landscape behind it. Suddenly you were no longer trapped in a cell without a door, but crouching in the snow surrounded by tall pine trees in a forest that seemed to stretch on forever in the foggy distance. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your body, the rope had magically disappeared, but it wasn’t cold.

How could it be?

"I wish to play a little game with you," the voice seemed to speak from the sky above, you grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it at the clouds.

"No, thank you! I want to go back to my crew!" You demanded.

"I'm afraid I can’t do that, besides … if you don’t agree to play with me, there won’t be a crew for you to return to."

When you turned around you saw something akin to a monster emerge from the thicket of the bushes. At first all you could make out was a tall man looking just like the one you had seen in the bathroom mirror, but his lower body truly concerned you. It seemed that he was half horse, four legs with hooves carried him through the snow. In his right hand he held a silver trident, it reflected the sunlight and nearly blinded you.

"I want this to be enjoyable for both of us," he chuckled and trotted around you in a circling which grew continuously smaller. "So I will give you a head start of thirty seconds."

" … and then what?" You blurted out, immediately regretting it when he stopped and leaned down to grab your neck, forcing you to look right at your captor's face.

"Then, my sweet little bunny, I will chase after you and hunt you down like prey. And if I catch you, which, let's be honest here, I will - you shall be mine. Forever," he growled, his breath felt like a smoldering hot embrace on the tip of your nose compared to the icy breeze which suddenly hit you.

"Why? Who even are you?" You continued to question him but he seemed to quickly grow tired of it.

"I will spare you the details, mortal. My name is Saint Killingham, I'm a knight of God and therefor have the authority to do with you as I please. Be thankful this is all just a dream, see how benevolent of a God I am?" He introduced himself theatrically, placing his hand on his chest as if he was about to start a performance for you.

His carefree demeanor was off-putting, you would have greatly preferred it if he had been snarling and hissing at you, but Killingham had trapped you here to amuse himself. Whatever these knights were, if they were all anything like him, you knew you didn’t wish to meet them.

You lifted the hem of your dress … and ran. Your bare feet struggled to rush through the snow, but you were determined to get away from the centaur before he could catch up. In your mind you counted down the seconds before he would give chase after you. You jumped over small rivers, narrowly avoided rolling down a hill and finally made it into a thicker part of the forest where the sun hardly shone through the tree crowns.

Although this was a dream, you still felt your breath shorten each time the icy air filled your lungs. Your legs soon tried to disobey you, thorny bushes scratched your skin open and when your countdown reached zero, you were out of breath.

This forest was entirely void of life, not a single bird sang or flew above you. It seemed that you were all alone, each time a branch broke underneath your feet the sound echoed through the entire landscape. Even a blind man would have caught you by now, yet as you skipped over rocks and made your way through nonsensically tall grass, you were still all by yourself.

That's when you were startled by the sound of hooves coming from behind you. You ran faster, your lungs burned viciously and your sides ached as if you were trapped in an endless marathon.

"Oh, where are youuu-? Come here, my precious rabbit, you must be growing tired of running away," he called out and you slapped your hand over your lips so he couldn’t hear you panting, "I can smell your blood, you poor thing. Did you get hurt? I hope I catch you before you bleed out."

His mocking laughter felt like a dagger cutting you. When you looked down at yourself you noticed the bloody scratches on your legs, the red was staining the m white dress and left behind a trail in the snow. It was only a matter of time before he caught you now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I can see you, bunny," he cackled, you didn’t dare to turn around and ran straight towards another river.

Just when you were about to reach the water, a piercing hot pain shot through your entire body and you fell forward like a shot deer. Your right leg had been injured, you struggled to turn on your back and saw that he had landed an arrow right in your upper thigh. Blood dripped from the wound and the sight of it alone left you feeling too nauseous to stand up.

Killingham's shadow blocked out the sun, you slowly dared to look up at him, he was grinning madly like a predator who had finally caught himself a good meal. And judging by the way he eyed up your exposed thighs, he might as well have been planning to eat you up. You felt naked under his gaze, you pulled your legs close and covered your chest with your arms.

"Aw, aren’t you pathetic? I'm quite proud of myself for that clean shot," Killingham boasted and leaned down to pull the arrow from your leg, you screamed in pain and he laughed at your misery, "When I was a child my mother took me out to hunt deer with her, I always loved to see those proud animals falling down from just a single shot … guess you are no different."

Your tears froze before they fell from your cheeks.

"A good hunt gets the blood boiling hot," he continued and shifted from his centaur form back to something more akin to a human. He stepped closer, all your attempts to crawl away were pointless when he slammed his boot down on your back. "It tends to make it easier to hang up prey and bleed it out, but that's not all."

Killingham pointed his trident directly at your throat, you raised your chin so it didn’t cut your face. You answered his mocking smile with a defiant glare - you would only truly give up in death.

"So that's it? You’re going to eat me, you sick fuck?" You barked out without thinking twice, at those point you were no better than a cornered dog fighting not to be euthanized. Such a futile and hopeless battle.

"Hmm, I’ve thought about it," he said and tapped his chin, "But no, your hips weren’t made to be devoured … they were made for breeding."

"What?" You gasped breathlessly.

"Look at your face! You’re so terrified, where’s that carefree smile I fell in love with now? You wanted to see the world, darling, well … one can only experience the beauty if they have endured the worst."

Killingham kneeled down into the snow and lifted up your dress, when you tried to kick him away he slapped you right on your open wound. He exposed your bare cunt to the cold air, your muscles all tensed up. He watched as your folds closed and couldn’t accept that act of defiance, so he began spanking your pussy repeatedly as he listened to your cries.

"I like when my prey fights me," he growled and paused his assault on your body just to use two of his gloved fingers to rub over your folds and spread them out with embarrassingly slow movements. "Wonder if you’re still a virgin, hard to tell with pirate whores. Say, did your captain let you join so you could suck him off?"

"No!" You screamed.

"Hah, you know, you'd be much cuter with your tongue cut out, but my mother taught me good manners so … here," he sighed and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly a gag had been placed into your mouth, a plastic ball to keep your lips spread, your tongue flat and your drool continued to spill from your mouth and drip down your chin. All your screams and insults turned to muffled noises, similar to the ones a trapped animal might let out when it fought death itself.

"So precious," he purred and rubbed the inside of your thighs, warming up your flesh with his invasive touches. "This is so much more fun than killing deer."

[ … ]

Killingham opened his belt, biting his lip in anticipation of the pain he would inflict upon his little rabbit. A few good slaps on her cunt should have been more than enough to get the pirate in the right mood … and if not, well, the knight had been inside many unwilling participants. There was a certain allure to the brutal tightness of a bitch who wasn’t ready to be bred, kicking and huffing like an unruly mare, they were the most fun to play with.

"Breathe for me, darling, I can’t let you die before I'm finished," he cooed at the girl and caressed her face while pulling out his erection, it grew harder in his palm despite the cold letting it twitch in discomfort.

The pirate tried to close her legs, but each time she moved her right leg it burned so badly that she had to give up and keep them nicely spread for the knight.

"Truly a sight to behold," he mumbled to himself as he jerked off to the raunchy scenery before him. "Such a shame you already ruined your perfectly white dress, I should have been the one to paint it red."

Killingham loved to take his sweet time teasing and edging on his victims, but this one could prove to be a worthy long-time investment if she survived this first encounter. So he wasted no more time and pushed himself between her thighs, muffled cries for help that would never come were music to his ears.

"Darling," he whistled, but she refused to open her eyes, desperate to flee from the present and hide in the depths of her mind.

Killingham poked her hole with his tip, she had a strong pelvis for sure, he could feel her pushing back with every thrust. He noticed her trying to squirm away and grabbed her leg to pull her right back onto his cock.

"Fight me all you want, you can’t escape your fate," he warned her as he lowered his tall body onto her's, "Here, let me keep you warm."

His uniform brushed over the thin fabric of the dress, it hardly concealed her tits, but it didn’t take long before he yanked on it and tore it open to free her chest for his own pleasure. His pointed tongue darted out to lick over her nipples which had grown stiff from the cold. Such a sensitive little rabbit. It distracted her well enough from the pain of bullying his cock head into her rebellious cunt.

He parted his lips and sunk his fangs into her left tit, eliciting another scream from her which was silenced by the gag. The flesh was soft and fatty, he imagined how sweet it would taste if those breasts were filled to the brim with warm milk which he could drink up. Soon, he told himself, soon she would be carrying his babies and providing him with all the milk he could possibly need.

"So stubborn," he groaned, sharp green eyes flickering up to gaze at her terrified face.

Killingham rolled his hips forward with enough force to tear something inside her, so badly that she bled and warmed his cock with the fluid. While her torture had only just begun, the knight had to pull himself together not to come right then and there.

"Heavens, you’re tight." Killingham was already breathless after sinking his entire length into her human pussy which wasn’t made to accommodate a Celestial male, but all mortal flesh could be molded and stretched to perfection.

The girl's body grew rigid as he rocked her back and forth in the snow, her eyes were filled with tears and the snot and drool running across her face completed the scene. He had hardly ever seen something so beautiful, he basked in the girl's despair, with every brutal thrust he slammed into her cervix and watched her belly stretch out for him.

"When I take you back to Marie Geoise, I think I will make you my wife," he huffed out. "I can show you the world … feed you every delicacy you can dream of … and fuck you whenever I want. Doesn’t that sound good? No?"

He ignored the violent shake of her head and threw the girl's legs over his shoulders instead to swiftly squeeze her into a mating press. Killingham loved to be buried in her heat, her body fought bravely to squeeze him out, but after a few more thrusts at the right angle, he had broken her resistance and her feeble flesh surrendered to the might of a God.

"Let me hear you, litte rabbit," he hissed, burying his face in her neck to cover it with kisses and bruises.

[ … ]

The gag fell from your mouth and you immediately let out an ear piercing scream followed by loud, ragged breathing. You glared at him as he sucked on the bitemarks he left on your throat, your entire lower body felt like it was on fire just from his disgusting cock shoving itself between your organs. As soon as he looked up with that revolting grin, you spat at him.

The monster paused for a second and stared at you with wide eyes, you almost thought you had angered him enough to earn yourself a swift death, but instead Killingham picked up his pace and grabbed your chin.

"Is that how you wish to play? Filthy," he purred and pried your jaws open with his thumb.

You could taste the leather on your lips before the knight spat into your mouth for revenge. Then he forced your lips shut and changed the angle of his thrusts to gain more friction like the selfish beast he was.

"Swallow," he growled and you reluctantly obeyed.

It was hard to fight when your body had surrendered to the enemy. Your pussy was stretched out by his girth and your organs had moved aside to welcome the knight inside your womb. Your stomach churned at the taste of his spit, your lips quivered as you began to sob.

"Hate you … hate you … hate you," you kept mumbling to him while he fucked you into the cold dirt.

No amount of hate could change how your pussy was drooling for his cock, the only good thing was that it mellowed down the pain you felt. Now all you had to endure was the mental agony of having your body defiled and raped, you felt like he was tearing off parts of your body which could never be returned or mended. The scars inside you would heal, but the marks he had left on your mind were permanent. You reached out to slap him, but he was quick to grab your wrist and twist your arm until it hurt.

"Aw, you’re so rude! I'm trying to be gentle with you, can't you tell? You should thank me for not using a knife instead of my cock," Killingham said, laughing manically.

Something broke inside you, like an overflowing dam finally bursting you felt your own orgasm crashing down on you unexpectedly. The knight could feel your pussy clamp up and punished you with a proud smile, he slammed his hips down harder just to help you through your peak and prolong it as much as he possibly could.

How could your body betray you like this? Why did it feel so good to be treated like an animal by the very person who had taken you away from all your friends? Questions swarmed your mind, you would have gone insane if the sudden warmth inside your belly didn’t distract you.

"Such a good girl," Killingham praised you, softening his tone so he could whisper into your ear, "How impolite of you to cum without me, but now it's my turn-"

"No- wait! Wait! Not inside … please … not inside!" You cried out, kicking the side of his head with your feet in a last attempt to stop him.

"Since when does the prey decide it’s own fate?" Was the only answer you received to your pleads of mercy.

Killingham had you trapped underneath him, your legs bent and your mind broken as he buried his cock to the hilt and a little gasp escaped him. With his mouth wide open and his fangs out he groaned while he came inside you. You wanted to scream all kinds of vile words at him for ruining you, for daring to put his disgusting seed inside of you, but all that fell from your lips was a quiet moan.

A cocktail of blood and cum oozed out of your spent pussy when Killingham slipped his cock out. Just when you thought your torment was over and you could crawl away did the knight snap his fingers to catch your attention and shoved his dick into your face.

"Suck it clean, bunny," he commanded, slapping his shaft against your cheek over and over again, smearing cum all over your face.

The smell alone was off-putting enough, but the taste made you shiver. You felt the last shreds of your dignity burn, once they were gone, you parted your lips to take his dick. You cleaned every inch with your tongue, licking across his thick veins and unwillingly drawing out a symphony of moans which you could have gladly lived without.

"That's my girl," Killingham whispered and finally freed his cleaned cock from your mouth.

You coughed and managed to sit up, you didn’t wish to look down at your ruined dress or the puddle of blood which had melted the snow between your legs. You watched the knight fix his uniform like nothing had happened, he hummed a melody you had never heard before and picked up his trident.

"Well, well, I believe it’s time for us to wake up," he announced and clapped his hands together.

"Wait- are you going to bring me back to my crew?" You asked in a panic as the world around you began to fade away into the void.

Killingham chuckled and pointed the trident at your forehead.

"Oh dear, you didn’t listen to me, how impolite! You are mine now, for the rest of eternity."

The knight's laughter filled your ears until the sound began to disappear.

[ … ]

The bright lights waking you from your horrid dream were a welcome change of scenery to all the darkness you had found yourself in before. For a second you were filled with joy and the belief that you had woken up in the safety of your cabin on the ship.

"Are you sure she's the right one for you, my friend?" The voice of an older man stole all your illusions of safety or comfort.

You immediately wriggled around and realized you were lying over Killingham's shoulder with his hand resting on your ass as he carried you through a city which looked like it was carved from marble.

"Let … me down," you mumbled.

"Ah! See? She's still alive, but I must say I was rather gentle with her after the hunt," he said with a wink.

"Hm, care to share her?" The old man asked and reached out to give you a little spank, but thankfully Killingham turned away so he only narrowly missed.

"She's all mine, I've won her fair and square!"

"Ah, you’re no fun, ha ha!"

Your heart sank at the memory of your crew. Briefly you wondered how long they had searched for you before leaving the island … soon, you promised yourself, you would return to them.

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On a cold evening at the beginning of fall the streets of the holy city were nearly vacant, except for a few dozen carriages drawn by white horses making their way to a lavish manor on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t by chance they all went in the same direction, no, all the knights who were traveling had received an invite to a special dinner party. One that was considered more prestigious and secretive than any other - there were rumors among lower nobles that whispered all those who attended had tasted from the forbidden fruit.

The host of the banquet was none other than Saint Killingham, who was both a holy knight and a well respected man of his family. He was watching over his servants as they prepared the buffet for the guests minutes before they arrived so everything could be fresh and warm by the time they sat down. He was already drooling, but it wasn’t the sight of the baked potatoes or the other side dishes that caused him to grow restless. It was the promise of the main course.

Slowly, the guests began to trickle in, tonight he had only invited his fellow men, two of them had brought their wives along. They were smiling upon their arrival, some of them even chuckled enthusiastically, the spirits were high before the first drop of wine had even been poured. Tonight would be a good one, Killingham could tell.

Once everyone had gathered in the dining room and taken their seat, the servants were quick to bring them all their champagne and wine. Laughter filled the room, candles were lit between the silver platters filled with steaming hot vegetables and sauces, some knights began telling stories from their last mission.

One big family. Or rather, a pack of wolves. Loyal and dangerous, but there was something else that connected them all.

Killingham sat down at the head of the table and picked up his glass and a knife, he rose from his seat and gently let the tip of the knife click against the glass. Once, twice- by the third time the room had fallen into silence.

"Welcome everyone," he announced, his voice sounding rather sophisticated in his dragon form. "Thank you all for coming, it's my pleasure to host you."

"Hey, Killingham," a yell suddenly cut him off, he raised his head at the noise and to no one's surprise he saw Sommers sitting there with crossed arms.

"Yes, Sommers?" He sighed.

"Where is the meat?" Sommers asked and a few knights nodded in agreement.

Killingham shifted from his dragon shape to his human form, with a wide and toothy grin he clapped his hands together.

"Well, old friend, I thought I'd make tonight a special one," he announced ominously, "That's right, tonight our meat will be the freshest you have ever had the pleasure of tasting - bring in the slaves!"

The older knights at the table began to whistle and cheer, they already knew what was coming while their younger comrades waited with bated breath to find out what everyone had been so secretive about.

"Do you reckon it's the freshest sea food we’ve ever had?" One knight quietly asked his friend who shrugged his shoulders.

[ … ]

Cold sweat ran down your back as you stood outside the dining room, naked and afraid, in the middle of a long line of young men and women who had all been branded by the hoof of the dragon between their shoulders. It was the symbol that represented ownership, none of you were in charge of your own bodies anymore, only your minds remained until those were broken too.

Unlike a few other girls, you had managed to stay strong, you could still remember your name and count to ten without breaking down.

The one thing that separated you from the rest of the distraught looking faces standing here under the watchful gaze of the guards was the simple fact that you should not be here. The cuffs around your wrists felt foreign to you, the lack of fabric to cover your breasts and pussy made you feel a deep shame and on top of that you weren’t used to standing for this long.

No, you weren’t like the rest of them.

You were Saint Killingham’s fiancée, his chosen bride-to-be, the woman he had found on an island torn apart by war and decided to kidnap. You endured a similar fate to many slaves, stripped of your autonomy and rights you were essentially reduced to being a doll for the whims and pleasure of a Celestial Dragon. Those self proclaimed Gods.

And yet, you did not belong. You looked up from the floor to stare at the heavy wooden doors, you heard your master's voice echoing from within. Why had he allowed the guards to drag you out of bed this morning and strip you naked? Why hadn’t he spoken to you all day? Had he finally had enough of your attitude and decided you were no longer worthy of being his bride?

It hurt to admit, but you had made the mistake of growing comfortable inside the golden cage he had trapped you in. Killingham had been relatively kind to you, some would even say that he had spoiled you. And now? You were waiting in line with the rest of the people Celestials considered to be vermin.

As you went through everything that had happened between you and your master in the recent past, you noticed that he had been more pushy about you eating your dessert.

"Oh dear, don’t be so fussy, you must eat. A few more pieces of cake won’t hurt, you haven’t tried all the flavors yet," he had told you with an overdramatic pout.

It was strange. Killingham hadn’t allowed you to leave the table until all your plates were empty, your portions had grown with each day - and so had your body, if only a little. Your thighs were certainly thicker, something the knight had complimented you for many times.

"Ah, I'm so happy my darling looks much healthier now, you were just skin and bones when I saved you from that filthy island," he cooed at you.

Could it be- …?

A tiny bell hanging above the door rang and the other slaves began to panic, their attempts to run off were quickly stopped by the guards surrounding them to their left and fight.

"Move!" The men yelled, one opened the door and another used his spear to 'lightly' encourage everyone to step forward into the unknown.

The warm light of the chandelier illuminated your terrified faces and the gleeful grimaces of the knights grinning back at you like starving hyenas. Predator and prey. You began to understand what was happening, your stomach churned at the sudden realization. A few of the other slaves must have understood too, because one of them widened his eyes so far that you were worried they’d pop out of their sockets.

Amongst the gentlemen clad in their finest black uniforms and leather boots sat none other than Saint Killingham, your fiancée was entertaining his guests until he caught sight of you and bestowed upon you the faintest of smirks. That was it. You hoped to meet his eyes again, but he turned away from you to address his comrades.

"As promised, I have prepared something extraordinary for all of you," he raised his voice above the commotion, "Not only will we be partaking in the ritual of the forbidden fruit, but … as you can see, the fruits have not been plucked yet."

You felt your legs growing weaker, the applause and whistles of the knights was nothing more than muffled background noise to the constant ringing in your ear, like an alarm bell screaming at you to run as far as you could. But as you looked around you realized there was no escape, the guards stood in front of the door, to your left and right there were slaves blocking the path.

A dozen or so hungry eyes rested upon your naked flesh, you could feel them devour you. What did they desire? To be inside you or for you to be inside of them? Both outcomes were horrifying.

"I believe it's a much more enticing way to eat, to celebrate our accomplishments together, we all deserve to indulge ourselves a bit, if only for a night," Killingham continued and stood up, slowly walking over to the line of naked slaves standing along the table. Each of them flinched when he passed them.

He snapped his fingers and a large kitchen knife appeared in his gloved hand, he played around with the sharp object as he closely examined each of the slaves. Stopping at the first one, a young man no older than twenty, he placed the knife under his chin and watched him shiver.

"I made sure to bring you all sorts of delicacies," he explained, "We have beautiful young women who have been fed well and spoiled to no end, young men for those of you who aren’t too fond of fat on their muscle and … two fishmen for everyone who doesn’t enjoy red meat."

The knights knocked their fists down on the table as if Killingham was giving a great speech, when all he was truly doing was announcing the impending death of twenty innocent people. All robbed of their hopes and dreams, gathered here to become food for the world’s rulers. You lowered your head, the scent of thyme and basil used to excite you for dinner, but now you dreaded it knowing that you’d be the one to be served up on the empty silver platters on the table.

Suddenly you felt cold, sharp steel pressing against your throat. You looked up and found yourself face to face with the man who had been responsible for all your misery. Killingham only had eyes for you now, he played with his knife too closely to your neck for comfort.

"Why don’t you smile for us, darling? Aren’t you happy to serve your Gods by sacrificing your life to feed us? Aren’t you grateful?" His voice turned into a low purr, his words only meant for your ears.

"Why …?" It was all you could manage to whisper before the words got caught in your throat again. It was fear that choked you.

"Oh, don’t be stupid, dear!" Killingham chuckled darkly and pushed the flat side of the knife against your bare tits, your nipples hardened at the contact. "It's the natural order of things, survival of the fittest, circle of life - whatever you puny humans like to call it. You like to pretend you’re at the top of the food chain, but look at you now … you’re no better than livestock."

Killingham licked over your cheek, his tongue was long and forked at the tip like a devil's. You tried to squirm away but if you did, the knife would cut your throat and you'd bleed out for all to see. Judging by the stares around you, that’s precisely what the holy knights were hoping for. Those monstrous bastards.

"I thought you loved me," you croak out pathetically.

"Aw, but darling, I do love you. That’s why you'll be the first course of tonight's dinner, and don’t fret, only my teeth will tear you apart … see it as our marriage ceremony. We will be together, forever, one in flesh and soul, isn’t that romantic?" Killingham let out an inhuman chuckle, he continued to grin like a shark and dragged you towards the table while the other slaves awaited their turn and prayed to their Gods.

The wolves at the table watched in silence as the leader of the pack threw a lamb into their middle.

You tried not to look at them, but when your master lifted you up on the table and placed your back against the cold silver of a serving dish, you accidentally crossed the eyes of many knights. There was something terribly off about all of them, it was like their was no light behind them, as if the men and women were ancient beasts wearing the skin of humans to disguise themselves. Maybe then this madness would make sense.

Killingham snapped his fingers. "Eyes on me, darling."

Killingham traced his fingers over your chest, then across your belly and down to your thighs. He liked what he saw. With his free hand he picked up an apple, it looked too red to be natural, like all things in this hellish place it wasn’t real.

"Open up for me," he commanded. Cursed be your reflexes, you spread your legs at the same time as you parted your lips and Killingham was quick to put his knife just above your pussy before you could close your legs.

Without a warning he pushed the apple into your mouth, so far that it was stuck between your teeth, you couldn’t move your jaws anymore, they were locked in. The holy knight admired his work for a moment.

"How cute, you look like a pig ready to be roasted," Killingham hummed and tapped the knife against your cunt, you flinched each time it narrowly avoided cutting into your nether lips.

You could no longer bear to witness this nightmare, you closed your eyes and clung onto the faint hope this wall just a dream. Killingham made a tasteless joke and all the lions at the table laughed with him, you faintly heard one of the slaves crying. Ah, right, you were not the only one. Once your lights were out, the next men or women who had done nothing to deserve this would be up on the chopping block. Now, the only question that remained, was how he would kill you.

"Did your pig fall asleep?" An older man teased and Killingham growled at him.

"She's a rabbit," he hissed at him, "I’ve just decided she’s too cute to be a pig."

What a strange time for a compliment, you thought and squeezed your eyes shut even harder. If you didn’t look, maybe you wouldn’t even feel your own death coming to reap you.

Killingham made a show out of preparing to eat you, not only did he play around with his knife to scare you, he also stroked over your thighs and gave them hearty squeezes as if testing how much meat you had on your bones. It was demeaning, but it wasn't the worst yet. Next, he picked up a saucière and poured hot gravy over your tits and neck, it burned on your skin and you kicked your legs helplessly.

He sniffed the air and growled in deep satisfaction, now it was only a matter of seconds before he’d sink his razor sharp teeth into your flesh and tear out your meat and organs one by one while the knights watched.

"I can not wait to taste you, darling. You know, when I saw you in that burning village, chased you down in the forest - I knew you’d be the perfect prey for me," he told you gleefully and leaned down to lick the sauce from your neck, finding pleasure in the way you shivered for him. "Delicious."

Killingham stood between your spread legs, his knife was pressed tight against your pussy, he gazed down at you and saw his perfect little darling naked with an apple in your mouth and your juicy flesh dipped in gravy, marking the spots where he’d bite you first. He opened his mouth wide, his hot breath set your throat ablaze, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore -

You waited for the moment when he’d bite down and pull out your arteries, but when you opened your eyes you realized the moment never came.

Killingham was still lapping at the sauce, he noticed you staring and gave you a playful little bite before standing up and smiling down at you like a maniac.

"Oh you stupid little human," he mused and pulled the knife away from your bare cunt so he could bring it up to his lips and lick the blade clean. "I'm not going to eat you, silly! You’re my fiancée!"

You stared at him in utter disbelief, still unable to speak thanks to that apple gagging you.

"You should have seen your face when I poured the gravy on you!" Killingham said loudly for all to hear and his guests broke out into roaring laughter.

Your whole world had been turned upside down, you didn’t know what was real or not, you still didn’t calm down until Killingham removed the apple from your lips and lifted you off the table. He cradled your naked, shivering body in his arms and cooed at you like he was soothing a babe.

"Did you really think I'd ever be able to live without you?" Killingham whispered softly, kissing your forehead with the gentleness of a tiger carrying her young between her deadly jaws. "I'd never harm you, I promised you that. It hurts me that you'd ever fear me."

You opened your mouth to protest, to point out the madness of it all, but there was no reasoning with him. So you simply … nodded and accepted it. You were grateful that you were alive after all.

He carried you over to an empty armchair and took off his leather coat so he could wrap it around your body, finally shielding you from those pigs ogling your curves. You clung tightly to the jacket, lowered your head and pulled your knees close to your chest like a cocoon.

"Just stay here and enjoy your dinner, I had the servants prepare something just for you," he told you sweetly and kissed your head again.

" … and what will you be eating?" You asked, struggling to find some stability in your voice again.

Killingham stared at you for a moment before he stood up straight and grinned at the slaves still standing in line.

"My dinner, of course!" He said.

Oh. Your heart sank at that revelation. This hadn’t been part of the joke. They were really going to die, you clutched your heart as it threatened to burst out of your rib cage.

While the Celestials feasted on the screaming bodies of the slaves, blood splattering against the walls and soiling their uniforms as their tore apart their fresh, warm corpses, you were eaten alive by guilt.

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A - aftercare ( what they do for aftercare )

Killingham is completely and utterly devoted to you not only when he claims your body as his own, but also after he's finished inside you for the twentieth time and your moans have turned into quiet sobs and pleads for him to stop.

He ceases his thrusts, of course he does, he loves you. And in order to show you just how deeply he cares for you, he warms his cock inside you just a bit longer and rolls you on your side so he can kiss the back of your neck and praise you for taking him so well. He's extra careful with his long nails when he scratches patterns into your back, tracing the scars he's left on you. Each stripe a proof of his devotion, his handwriting on your skin.

"You did so well for me, my little dreamer. You hardly screamed this time, I'm beginning to think you enjoy my company!“ His chuckle sends a shiver down your spine.

B - body part ( their favorite body part on you )

The knight's favorite part of yours is your face. He is fascinated by all your expressions, wether it's the primal ecstasy written all over your features when he brings you some sweet relief after keeping you on edge for hours or the fear in your eyes when Killingham drags you to the dungeons by your hair. You’re so expressive, every small pout or eye twitch makes him coo at you, he will never tire of kissing your frowns away.

C - cum ( kinks involving cum, where they like to do it )

Killingham loves squeezing his cock between your thighs while pressing your legs together, it never takes long before he gains enough friction to paint your belly with his cum. He will praise you and then scoop it all up and feed it to you so you do not waste his heavenly seed. If he's not releasing on your stomach, he also enjoys it when you give him a nice titjob and he can wipe off the angry look on your face by cumming directly on it.

At night he sneaks his hands under your nightgown, lifts up the fine fabric and slides his cock between your folds, just enough to feel your warmth and finish inside you when he's done jerking off.

When he decides you are ready to be bred and carry his heirs, he will be stuffing you every morning before you leave the bed and right after dinner. Killingham likes to brag about how potent his seed is, that it'll take soon and you can finally have his baby in your lap, something he's sure you’ve always dreamed of.

"Stop squirming, silly! All my seed is going to leak out, it'd be such a waste."

D - dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs )

Killingham shares most of his depraved thoughts with you freely and willingly, not caring wether you wish to hear them or not, he was raised, like all Celestials, to be shameless in his desires and take whatever he wants. But there is one thing he won’t reveal to you, at least not directly.

You only see it in his dreams after he's invaded your mind again, for a moment he does not pay attention to keeping up the walls around his own thoughts, so you have a brief moment to look inside his twisted mind.

You find out that your Celestial lover dreams of eating you. You already suspected that Killingham's constant need to bite and chew on your flesh was a strange type of foreplay, but now it all makes sense. In his dream you’re tied up and presented on his dinner table on a silver platter. The knight rubs his hands and licks over his fangs, barely able to contain his excitement at seeing his favorite little human ready to be devoured.

Frozen in shock, you watch as Killingham tears the flesh from your thighs and moans after every bite, you swear you can hear him whisper to you softly. Then suddenly, you feel a hot breath against your neck-

"My, my, what's my darling doing watching the dreams of her master? Oh, forgive me, were you enjoying the show? Don’t deny it, I can smell the heat between your legs. Maybe I should have you for breakfast when we awaken …"

He will continue to joke about eating you, and each time you are grimly reminded that there is nothing stopping him from succumbing to his desires except that odd soft spot he has for you.

You will never shake off that uneasy feeling when Killingham feeds you dessert after dessert when dinner is over, worried that he's not spoiling you, but fattening you up.

E - experience ( how much experience do they have )

Killingham has never considered anyone worthy of being at his side, but the knight has taken many slaves and enjoyed the bounties of every hunt as is customary for a man of his standing. However, now that he has captured you, he keeps his hands to himself after hunts and saves his raging boner for when he returns to you.

F - favorite position ( favorite position duh )

Killingham loves to spoon you before sleep or when you wake up. What starts off as innocent cuddles turns into possessive kisses and nipping at your skin with his canines and ends with the knight burying his cock inside you and trapping you in his hold so you can’t crawl away. He presses his face into the crook of your neck and pounds into you to take care of his morning wood, which he blames you for for wearing such tight night gowns.

Another favorite of his is taking you to the stables near his manor and ordering you to bend over the saddle rack after he's torn all your clothes off. You stand on your tip toes, shivering and fighting the urge to run when your lover shifts from a tall man with sharp eyes and wild hair to one with the lower body of a white, majestic horse. Not only is he much heavier like this, but the centaur’s cock is nearly twice as fat and long as before.

The sound of his hooves draws near, you squeeze your eyes shut until you hear him slam his front hooves down on the saddle rack. He bends his human torso towards you as low as he can, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Stop crying, when I promised I'd make you my most cherished brood mare, I meant it!" He laughs, but you can’t bring yourself to smile back at him, which upsets him greatly.

You will pay for your insolence by having the breath fucked out of your lungs as your body hangs over the rack, barely holding onto life.

G - goofy ( do they pull jokes in bed )

Oh, plenty! However, they will rarely be funny to you. Saint Killingham has a cruel sense of humor, one so dark that he doesn’t stop at death or complete despair, everything brings him Schadenfreude and he likes to share his jokes with you. If you do not laugh along or dare to question him, you will be corrected, a few swift hits with the cane tend to be enough to force a smile out of you.

"Cheer up, little human! You’re always so serious," he pouts as he makes you watch him waterboard a captain of the revolutionary army.

H - hair ( do they shave, thoughts on you shaving )

Killingham has his slaves shave him clean on all parts of his body from his face down to his pubes, you won’t find a single hair below his neck. Once he's taken you home, he will task you with shaving him, especially around his balls so he can chuckle as he watches you struggle with the blade.

When it comes to your body, he enjoys a small bush tickling his chin when he dives down between your legs. If you shave him, he will do the same for you in return, the thought of another servant touching your pussy upsets him too much.

I - intimacy ( how intimate are they with you )

Killingham shares everything with you, his thoughts and fantasies, but most importantly his dreams. When he takes a peek into your unconsciousness you may do the same for him, but what you find there might disturb you too much to enjoy this form of intimacy. There is no escape once the kilin has created a bond in your sleep, you are at his mercy, sharing every flicker of emotion with him.

J - jack off ( how often do they jack off, how, when, why )

Before leaving for a mission in the underworld, Killingham takes a few of your panties from the laundry so he can use them to jerk off. One is wrapped around his cock while the other is planted on his face so your smell never leaves his nostrils. Sometimes he can not resist and breaks the rules to call you, just so he can hear you squeak while he gets off and soils your underwear with his cum. There is rarely enough time to satisfy his urges daily, but he simply can not go a week without pleasure, not when every fibre of his body longs for you and only you to be at his side.

K - kinks ( a list of kinks + a short explanation )

Somnophilia = Naturally, the master of the dream realm loves challenging himself to see how hard and fast he can take you as you sleep without stirring you awake. He makes a game out of how many kisses he can place upon your neck before you notice. You’re like a precious doll to him with your eyes closed and your limbs loose. Sometimes Killingham spares your pussy and lies his cock into the palm of your unmoving hand instead so he can cum on it and leave a nice surprise for you to find in the morning. Should he pass out after sex, prepare to warm his cock all night.

"What's wrong, my little dreamer? I own you, body, mind and soul. If I wish to make use of you while you sleep, then I will. You look so adorable when I cum on your face and your lips twitch in your dreams, say, are you dreaming of me?"

Cannibalism = If you weren’t such a precious treasure to the holy knight, he would have long served you up for a lavish dinner with his comrades, where all those men would have taken a bite out of you, but Killingham insisted on saving your still beating heart for himself.

Sadism = Behind that face of a goofy, friendly dragon lies a monster who thrives on causing others pain and you are no exception. If you misbehave or upset him, wether that be by embarrassing him in public or trying to run away, he will grab you by the hair and drag you downstairs into his dungeons. A place where usually only criminals are taken to be interrogated, but the chair which he straps you to and the many torture instruments lying around turn out to be perfect for you.

Your screams of pain make his heart beat faster, he watches the blood pouring from your wounds and attentively licks it up like a cat.

"Scream for me, louder! Come on, I want to hear your pain."

Exhibitionism = Unlike other possessive Celestials, Killingham doesn’t mind pulling you into an alleyway and fucking you against the next best wall while waiting for some poor slave to stumble upon you two so he can kill them. He also likes to force you to wear a thick vibrator while attending galas, he will turn up the intensity out of nowhere and watch with great pleasure as you struggle to stand straight and dance. You better keep quiet if you don’t wish to draw any suspicion.

L - location ( favorite places to have sex )

His large round bed is the perfect spot to have sex in, it has the softest mattress and all the pillows and blankets a delicate thing like you could need to stay warm and have something to cling to when you’re on the verge of crying.

To spice things up Killingham will occasionally put you in a tight dress and cover your face with a veil so he can take you to one of Sommers' parties where the private chambers are used as play rooms for Celestial men and women to show off their toys to each other. Your master pretends that you’re not his beloved doll, but merely a sex slave, which he brags to about to his fellow knights who all envy him for having a pet who performs so well and screams so nicely.

"Hey Killingham, it's not fair to bring such fine meat and not share any of it! Come on, don’t be prude, hand her over so she can feel my cock too," a knight asks confidently, but all he receives as a reply is a cold glare from Killingham.

"She's too pure to be ruined by the likes of you," he boasts and bounces you on his cock to show off your breasts. "Don’t you dare touch her."

A personal favorite of his is sneaking you under the table during a meeting of the knights before anyone else arrives. They’ll be surprised to see the laziest man arrive first, but what they don’t know, is that you’re kneeling under the table and warming his cock inside your mouth. For hours. By the time the meeting is finished, you have tears in your eyes and your jaw hurts.

M - meeting ( where they first saw you, why they chose you )

Your home town just happened to be located on an island where the Celestials were planning to hold their next hunting festival. None of you had seen it coming before the marine ships appeared on the horizon and you and your family and friends were herded into cages like cattle with spears and guns pointed at you. You were fearing for your life, praying that this would all be over soon.

Your prayers were answered, but not in the way you had hoped.

The night before the festival began, you were kneeling inside the cage you shared with dozens of other women. You all had been stripped of your clothes for the amusement of the holy knights who strut around picking and choosing which ladies they’d take as slaves and which ones would only be good enough for breaking them once. You made yourself as small as possible and tried to appear too uninteresting and lethargic to be worth playing with. A few women from your cage were dragged out by their hair under ear piercingly loud screams and the laughter of the knights.

"This ones a kicker! I'm taking her first," one knight joked and the other shook his head.

"Break her legs for me after, I don’t like it when they can’t hold still!"

Too caught up in watching the knights take the girl away, you didn’t notice that you were being watched from behind. A pair of ominously shimmering green eyes gazed at you through the metal bars, his thick bottom lashes and thin lips almost made him look more like a peasant than a Celestial, but when his grin widened and his sharp teeth poked out, you figured he must be another monster.

"Look at me," he commanded and you refused, keeping your eyes fixated on the ground, if you pretended to be deaf and blind, he wouldn’t want you, not even for a night. "I can practically hear your thoughts, little human. You look far too bright to be broken already, come on, show me some of that spirit you have left."

Feeling provoked, you slammed the cuffs around your wrists against the bars right in front of the knight's face.

"I hate you! I'd rather die than let the likes of you touch me!"

Against all your expectations and hopes, this didn’t deter the knight from choosing you. He licked his lips like he'd seen a delicious meal and ordered a few male slaves to have you dragged out of the cage and presented to him. He inspected you like a prized mare, only stopping his nosy hands at your lower abdomen.

"Are you a virgin?" He purred.

You had enough and spat into his face. Instead of fury, something much brighter sparked in the Celestial's eyes - you knew you were doomed.

"Oh, you," he crooned and suddenly shifted from a man into a dragon right before your eyes. You could tell by the way his eyes squeezed shut that he was smiling down at you. "Take her away, she's not to be hunted or harmed by anyone."

You fought will all your strength as the other slaves carried you away from the cages and towards the prizes of the hunt, where they tied your body to a pole and wrote a number right above your bare pussy, indicating that you were a reserved trophy.

"What’s with this young beauty tied up over there? She looks like she could be a good slave, just look at those thighs!" Sommers exclaimed loudly, Killingham was quick to shut down his enthusiasm.

"She's mine, I just wish to show her off before I take her as my wife," he told him proudly and crossed his arms.

"What a shame," Sommers shrugged and went back to drinking with the knights.

After a successful hunt, you were surrounded by deafening silence, all screams had faded out and all life on the island was gone in just three days. When the Celestials returned joyfully, it didn’t take long for your knight to come and free you from your pole so you could fall into his arms.

Killingham's face was covered in fresh blood, the scent of it was revolting, but his arms were too strong to escape. "I'm so sorry you had to wait for me, little one. But don’t fret, we have the rest of our lives to spend together."

N - no ( things they wouldn’t do, turn offs )

As much as Killingham enjoys joking about passing you around all knights should you not behave, he would never share you. He's grown far too possessive of his favorite human, there is a reason you bear the mark of his family crest on your back instead of the hoof of the dragon. No man shall ever touch you again without being keenly aware that he's trespassing on property of the Rimoshifu family.

O - oral ( preference in giving or receiving, how they give / receive, noises they make )

When Killingham wants to distract you or cheer you up, he knows that all he needs to do is to spread your legs, pull down your panties with his teeth and smother your cunt with kisses before he flicks his long, sharp-tipped tongue over your clit. His tongue grows longer when he's in his dragon-form, reaching new depths inside you and leaving you always begging for more when he's finished. He's addicted to the taste of your slick, it brings him a deep satisfaction to hear you squeak when you orgasm right into his mouth where he can lick your juices off his lips. He does need to be careful with his teeth though.

Turning things around, Killingham likes to keep you under his desk while he works so you can fondle his balls and lick his cock to help him stay awake during all this awfully mundane paperwork. He will occasionally acknowledge you by reaching down to pat your head gently and cooing at you what a good little hold you are. He's very vocal when he's enjoying himself, prepare to have servants knock on the door, concerned that your master has tripped or harmed himself with the way he cries out when he finishes.

P - pace ( do they prefer to go fast or slow )

For sleepy morning sex or when he's rocking you to sleep on his cock he likes going slow and make each thrust more deliberate and intense rather than a few quick ones to take the edge off. When he's angry however, he won’t hold back, he will go as fast as he possibly can, not caring if you pass out or bleed from it.

Q - quickies ( thoughts on quickies )

While he greatly prefers long winded sessions to satisfy his every need, sometimes all he has time for is a quick embrace of your body and sliding right into your hole. Killingham will bend you over the nearest surface, knowing he only has a few minutes to spare before he's called out for an important mission.

His den den mushi begins to ring loudly while he's still inside you, he growls impatiently and grips your waist tighter to move you back and forth on his cock like his own personal human fleshlight. Annoyed by the sound, he picked up the speaker at last and groaned into it.

"Ah- what … what is it? I'm busy!" Killingham explains hastily.

"Hurry up! We need backup on Elbaf!" A stern female voice rings out.

The knight rolls his eyes and hips, he tosses the speaker away and shifts his focus to pounding you again, only to suddenly be engulfed by purple flames and teleported away.

With his pants down and his trident missing, Killingham stands in the middle of the forest, staring blankly at his Captain Shamrock and Gunko. He blinked silently.

"Ahhhh!" Gunko screeches and hides her face.

"Killingham …," Shamrock sighs.

R - risks ( are they down to risks / turned on by it )

Killingham thrives on risks and danger, he loves to instill the fear of death into the very essence of your soul only to pull you right back into the false comfort of his arms before repeating the whole process over and over again until your mind is broken. He will pick up the pieces of yourself and put them back together with the greatest care, he can be your worst nightmare and your sweetest dream.

His soft spot for exhibitionism leads him to push you into many risky situations, but none he couldn’t save you from. If a slave catches you two making love in the forest or in the dinner hall, they will swiftly have their eyes gauged out and if Killingham feels up to it, he's saving them for dinner later. You try your best to avoid getting caught to save the poor souls, but every time you bite your lip and keep quiet, your master will growl and purr at you as loudly as he can just to ruin your plan.

"How stupid do you think I am, my little dreamer? Don’t go ruining our games, it's no fun if we aren’t seen!"

S - stamina ( how much stamina they have )

Killingham's desire for you is an endless fountain, his high stamina is both a blessing and a curse, by the time he is satisfied, you won’t even remember your own name anymore. Your only saving grace is the fact that the kilin will often randomly pass out in the middle of sex and you'll be spared from another round.

T - toys ( thoughts on toys, personal favorites )

Killingham shoves remote controlled vibrators inside your pussy to keep you on edge during social events, one wrong word or insult slips from your lips and you'll be punished with the toy sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body so your legs shake and you stumble forward. He also makes use of a shock collar for when you’re behaving worse than he can stomach, in addition to a cattle prod which he uses to zap your pussy with should the collar not suffice to calm you down from your hysteria.

"It'd be so much easier for the both of us if you stopped trying to run from me or fight me, darling! I love you, who else is going to care for you like I do? I spoil you, I play with you, I hold you in my arms and I even made you a noble! Say love, what else do you wish for?"

U - unfair ( do they like to tease you, thoughts on being teased )

Killingham takes any chance he can get to tease you with his abilities or in bed. He will finger you to the edge of your orgasm and then pull out to leave you empty, your pussy squeezes around nothing as he makes a game out of getting you to beg for him.

"Aw, are you embarrassed to admit that you like what I do to you? Are you feeling guilty because a big, bad Celestial dragon is making you feel good? You mortals are so precious!"

When the tables turn and you tease him, he won’t tolerate it for long before he takes you against your will or not and gives you a stern reminder of who's in charge. But if you catch him in a good mood, he might find it amusing how you grind against his clothed cock in his lap or bend over to show off your ass just to pull away when he reaches for it.

V - volume ( how loud or quiet are they )

Unless Killingham is trying to not disturb your sleep when he fondles your body, he's the type of man to let you know his every emotion through his voice. You'll know exactly when you’ve licked and kissed his favorite spots or when he's not pleased with your performance. He likes being loud in his own mansion, where only the slaves can hear him, but sometimes you fear half of Marie Geoise is listening to his moans too.

W - wild card ( a random scenario of them ) [ non con! ]

During the first night of your new life as the wife and property of a Celestial Dragon Killingham did not hold back, in his eyes it was clear that the ring on your finger meant you had to obey him now, no questions asked. So when he turned to join you in bed and you crawled away to the edge of the mattress to put as much space as possible between you two, the knight was confused and irritated.

"Where do you think you’re going, dear? Your beloved husband wants to hold you in his sleep," he sang out in such a sickeningly sweet voice that it made your stomach churn. Did he really think you'd happily crawl into the arms of your captor?

The one who had taken everything from you, all your loved ones and your home, the man who had torn out your wings and stuffed you into a golden cage where you found yourself trapped with him.

"Go to hell," you hissed at him, which only served to amuse him, because he settled into bed with you wearing a big grin.

"Oh, if I'm going to hell-," Killingham clicked his tongue and suddenly his arms were coiled around your waist and he pulled you against his chest. "I'm taking you with me."

It was then that you experienced the extend of his powers first hand. He paralyzed you, rendered you incapable of moving, yet your eyes remained open and your mouth agape in a constant state of quiet shock.

"Don’t make me hurt you, little one," he whispered as he stuck his tongue between your lips and kissed you. "Be a good girl and I'll spoil you. Disobey me and … well," he breathed out another chuckle, "You don’t want to know what happens then."

X - x-ray ( what's going on under those clothes )

Killingham has pretty pale skin which is a stark contrast to his black hair, seeing as he shaves almost daily, you won’t see much of it around or on his balls, chest or legs. Perhaps he will let his hair grow out if you beg for it nicely.

Since he mostly relies on his devil fruit ability to fight, his muscles aren’t as defined as those of the other knights. His built is more lean and agile, perfect for when he turns into his hybrid form and chases his enemies on four legs.

Depending on his shape, the size of his dick will vary. As a dragon he's the biggest, you can barely fit him inside you, but that doesn’t mean Killingham ever stops trying. You do enjoy holding onto his golden mane as you struggle to spread your legs wide enough for your punishment and reward. As a centaur his twice as big as his humanoid form, still a force to be reckoned with, but one you were good at taking. Perhaps you even enjoyed bits and pieces of it.

Strangely enough Killingham insists that you regularly examine his teeth, it becomes a bit like a ritual for you to stick your head into the open maw of the lion. He licked over his fangs and sat there proudly, waiting for you to finish checking for any chipped off edges or stains.

Y - yearning ( how often they fantasize about you, what they fantasize about )

You are always on his mind, on missions or during parties when he leaves you to speak with another knight - Killingham misses you the second you step outside the room. No wonder he had you chained the first few days … if you had run, he would have ended it all.

He jerks off to the thought of you succumbing to his will and finally accepting your place at his side. One day you'll be so touch starved and desperate that you will eagerly warm his bed and bear his children. He knows it for certain, all that's missing is one moment to break the unrelenting will even the toughest, most loyal soldiers.

Z - zzz ( how fast they fall asleep after, what do they like to do before they fall asleep )

Incredibly fast and without a proper warning Killingham will sometimes pass out and his entire body weight will crash down on your back, so you best be ready at all times to dodge him just in time or you’re lucky not to suffocate under him.

He will hold you in your sleep, invade your dreams and twist them around until their meaning has entirely been lost or made up. Sometimes to guide your thoughts sway from all the sadness and despair you feel since coming to Marie Geoise, he will sprinkle in memories from your past. It pains him that you'd rather run into the arms of your mother than Killingham's, but it's worth it to see you smile. That's all he ever wants - for you to be happy.

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