There Was A Tale

The king of Dressrosa felt the jolt of want running through him, and that so characteristic grin stretched across his face. Over the years he had a lot of fun with a lot of people, but very few were able to have an impact on him  like you did. On the day, when Baby 5 dragged you in front of him, he had the same jolt of want as soon as he looked into your eyes.

You were mumbling in your sleep, one leg slightly stirring, one hand trembling. There was no question that you were dreaming about something. In your gently movement, the thin material on your side moved even higher.

He raised his hand, summoning the thin threads, he easily pulled the blanket off you without waking you up. For seconds he watched you shivering and humming in your dreams. Then, again with the use of his Devil Fruit, he turned you, so now you were laying on your back, legs slightly parted.

Once again, he chuckled to himself, he could tell that you were dreaming about him. And as a king and leader he should make sure his servants are satisfied.

Slowly he ran his fingers over your thigh earning a wishful sigh from you. Under his touch he easily found the traces of your old injuries, small cuts that you probably didn't even notice when you were running for your life or hiding in the dark as people tried to catch you. Memories of an old life that you've always carried - for a second, he felt the bitter déjà vu on his tongue but it vanished quickly as you shivered under his touch.

He opened your legs a little more, the tip of his fingers entered your body and not much of his surprise but satisfaction you were already wet. The chuckle turned into a bit sadistic a bit too eager as he slowly pushed the first finger inside you. Your body trembled, your breathing fastened, and you walls squeezed around him. His thumb drew small circles around your clit.

It was clear that you wanted more, and so the second finger entered your hole. That time your leg shook and you gasped in your dreams. Yet, he steadied his hand, turning his whole attention towards your body and the soft noises you made. The hunger inside him grown and it took him great strength not to rip down the silk from you and fuck your brain out right then and there; not yet, first he savoured the moment. Your body moved on its own, squeezing around his fingers, slowly rocking your hips.

Before you could have make yourself come or even wake up he pulled out his fingers, and this time it made you whimper.

"How eager," Doflamingo chuckled and freed himself from his own clothes.

As he leaned over you, your body once again shivered, he clearly was able to see all the marks he left on your body, and the urge to mark you again was in his chest again. With one hand he raised your hips against his, after two long caresses he placed the head of his cock against your hole and entered you just as the same time he bit into your shoulder.

The pain finally woke you up, and you found yourself on the bed already being fucked by him.

"Young -, young master??" A moan escaped your lips as he snapped his hip against you, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through your body.

He didn't answer, his long tongue played with your skin, he tasted your shoulder and neck, his hips tirelessly pumped filling you over and over again. The wet squelching noises and your moaning echoed around the room.

"What are you -" you bit into your own lips as he was picking up his pace. He wasn't here to talk, just to use you, and the knowledge just made you wetter. You clung into his shoulder, and opened your legs as wide as you were able to, to make sure he could go deeper inside. With one hand he easily scooped your ass and lifted you so that you were at the perfect angle, against him. You couldn't do anything to stop him, he was much stronger in every way.

The characteristic sadistic giggle felt rather a purr in your ears. He was enjoying himself by using you. You were able to feel as his fingers dug inside your hair, his head buried inside your neck and his cock buried inside you. And you let him do whatever he wanted to.

"Please, young master," you panted for him like air. "Please." The pressure built up inside your stomach, and your whole body was hot as fire.

The bed creaked, the backrest hit the wall over and over again, it probably woke up the others and they must have known what he was doing to you.

Everything became blurry, your senses were only able to focus on him and your own pleasure that was so, so close to tip over.  

"Come for me," he ordered and slammed inside you harder, faster.

And as he ordered it pushed you over, warmth and pleasure washed over you, as you did as you were told. You pushed yourself against him, legs locked around his waist as much as you could. You were shaking unstoppably, and you couldn't hold back your voice even if you'd have tried. You almost missed the moment as he filled you up, but then you felt the warmth in you. He bit into your shoulder again, teeth sinking into your skin, fingers grabbing your head, while his hip nailed you to the bed.

For seconds, only both of your gasps could be heard. For seconds, both of you just focused to the slowly dying waves of pleasure.

Then, he moved first, he leaned away from your shoulder looking at you. "What a good little fuck-toy you are," he chuckled, there was something else he wanted to say but you silenced him.

Maybe it was the height of the orgasm, or the look in his eyes that made you this bold. He has never kissed you before, and neither did he let you. His lips were as soft as you imagined.

First, he didn't move, he actually froze up, but as the seconds went by you felt him kissing back, deepening the kiss between you. Before you could have done anything his tongue found his way inside your mouth and slowly started playing with yours. Even a small hummed left him, maybe he didn't even realize. However, you felt his body, felt his hips being pushed against you even stronger. And then you felt the other tiny orgasm running through you, making your squirm under him, and for your surprise he too trembled throughout, a splash of heat joined the others.

Seconds later, you felt him biting into your lower lips, tasted blood in your mouth, yet he only pulled away when you were gasping for air. He was looking into your eyes as he pulled himself out of you, and felt the blush deepening on your face as he chuckled looking through your whole body. The possessiveness burned brightly in his eyes, but there was something else that mellowed you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, the question barely a whisper.

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought some late-night exercise would help. And I was right." He reached out towards the nightstand, after a short search he found what he wanted. "Open your mouth." Then he dropped a small pill on your lips, it tasted bitter and almost ruined the memory of the kiss you stole.

"Good," he stood up and put back on his clothes with a satisfied hum. "Sleep now."

You didn't dare to ask him to sleep with you, it would have been a stretch - even if your heart ached for laying as close as possible to him. But this visit ended, instead, you gave him a small nod. "Yes."

"Good girl." Without another word he left your room. The key clicked in the lock.