This story is purely from the depths of my dirty, dirty mind for those others with minds just as dirty.
I'll be updating this once a week, I've written ahead Quite a bit so there really shouldn't be any lagging in updates.
P.S. Don't get too hot and bothered! Hahahaha.
The wind blew gently bringing with it the stench of blood and death, though no battle had been fought here in many, many years the land still remained scarred. She could feel it, the pain that this land once suffered. She could sense the blood that had been spilt on this land. The ground was restless and yet at the same time it was peaceful, like there was something that was slowly and surely calming the battle scarred land.
She stared at the landscape, the ground held rubble from destroyed buildings, but grass and trees and other vegetation of such sorts had begun to grow over the scattered remains of civilization. She didn't know how long she stood there, staring sadly and awestruck at the scenery before she finally took notice of the tall castle like building far off in the distance. With a new found excitement, the blonde haired woman made her way towards the building.
Unable to contain her excitement any more, the young woman of 20 years began to run towards the castle with an unmistakable grin that was until, she stumbled over a piece of a broken house and fell face first onto the ground. She quickly recovered from this fall, however, her knees and hands suffered most unfortunate scraps and scratches. She paid them no mind, though; she was always the clumsy one, ever since she was a toddler beginning to walk. A Stupid grin still plastered onto her face.
She didn't even bother to brush herself off before she was sprinting towards the castle again. Her way towards the castle was filled with several more trips and by the time she actually reached the castle doors her knees and hands were bloodied and there were a few unpleasant scratches on her beautifully tanned face. She seemed not to care, or perhaps she just didn't notice the stinging wounds or the dirt that clung so tightly to her.
She grinned to herself as she stared up at the castle, amazed at how it survived the warring times; it was like a flower growing on a sidewalk or a tree growing firmly in a blood soaked field, unwavering and unmoving, forever indestructible. The castle itself took her breath away, the sun had already started sinking into the ground when she arrived, giving the enormous castle an eerie yet elegant glow to it. If only she had brought a camera with her! Then she would have been able to capture the image forever.
Gingerly, she pushed open one of the double wide mahogany doors, her peach colored sun dress adorn with little hand sewn blue jays all over it, got caught on the door and tore slightly up her leg, but if she cared she didn't show it, she was much too excited about being here than to care for her dirtied and now torn sun dress. The dress in question wasn't much of a valuable thing to her, yes she made it herself, but it was nothing more than that, a homemade dress, made out of boredom. Thin straps held it in place, it fit snuggly around her bursting bust before it flowed out and ended at her mid-thigh, a pair of dirty and worn grey ankle high sneakers covered her feet.
"Hello?" She called, her soft voice chiming through the empty halls. "Is there anybody here?" She called out a little bit louder.
She folded her arms behind her back, clasping her hands together before slowly walking down the hall. She took in everything, admiring every piece of art work that covered the walls; she stared in awe at the hand crafted wall borders, the expertly designs that were carved into the walls and the overwhelming sense of peace and comfort that radiated from the inside of the castle. She was extremely tempted to run her fingers along the gold trim of the wall but she didn't want to risk getting it dirtied with her blood. She didn't want to get anything dirtied with her blood, ever again.
The place was cold but warm, she knew she should be wary of the castle, of the dangers that might be hiding in here, but she couldn't help the feeling of safety that wrapped around her, like there was nothing to fear while she was inside of these stone walls. She began to skip down the hallway, humming a soft tune to herself, as she turned left and right on whim, unsure of where she was going but not really caring.
This place was just as her grandmother had described, an elegant but refined place, a place where anything can happen and will happen. Her grandmother had told her this place was always forbidding; always seeming to loom over the town and its people but there had always been an air of elegance to the castle that made people respect it.
That look on her grandmothers face as she told the story of this castle, always made her want to come, it always made her want to come see the place that brought such a look of tenderness upon her grandmothers aging face, though when she spoke of this place there would always be that second look, buried deep in her grandmothers eyes, that dark scared look, like there was something she wished to say but didn't dare speak of it.
She hummed to herself until she came upon another set of double wide doors, though these ones were painted a brick red of sorts, slowly she pushed upon the door, it creaked loudly as it opened, and she had to use all of her strength to force it fully open, when she did get it open, she slipped on the smooth tile and fell onto the floor.
"Oomph!" She giggled as she lay there, before rolling onto her back to stare at the high raised ceiling. She laid there giggling to herself until a dark shadow loomed over her. She rolled over again, onto her stomach; she quickly pulled herself to her knees and scrambled to her feet before staring wide eyed up at the figure that stared down at her.
"S-s-s-sorry! I called but no one—"
"Who are you?" His voice was almost a whisper but it sent shivers down her spine. His tone cold.
"M-my name's Lily, I come from an Island called Ghawnie." Lily smiled and stared up at the man. He was tall and lean with a short angular beard and side burns that pointed upwards, they were the most interesting thing she had ever seen, or at least they were until she caught a glimpse of his eyes. And before she could stop herself she blurted out, "Wow! You've got the coolest eyes!" She moved forward with lightning speed, trying to get a better look she leaned in close to him. They were yellow, like really yellow, almost like a birds, they were hypnotizing and alluring, dragging Lily into their depths, that is until he began to speak.
"What are you doing here?" His voice came out smooth and rough at the same time, Lily could help but grin.
"I came here to see the amazing castle that my grandmother always talked about!" Lily smiled again, rolling on the balls of her feet, a nervous habit she had acquired as a child. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here." He stated simply before turning and making his way towards the long center table in the room. He took a seat in the large plush maroon chair that sat on the left end, near a huge window, and by huge, Lily meant that it looked as though a boat could fit through it.
"Wah! No way!" Lily gasped and followed closely behind him to his seat. "Are you the one that has kept this place so—so neat?" Lily asked, her eyes wide and her brain eager to absorb any information the man could give.
His eyes seemed to stare directly into her core, but it didn't seem to frighten the 24 year old blonde, in fact the stare seemed to make her more eager. She stood next to him, close enough that he could reach out and strike her if he really wanted but he knew there would be no point in it, she was nothing but a harmless little, and possibly annoying, fly.
Lily simply stared at him, her almond shaped eyes that seemed to radiate innocence stared directly at him, her blue eyes were wide and her full plump lips were opened slightly as she stared, her breasts heaved up and down with each excited breath she took. Mihawk noticed it all, her voluptuous curves, the air of complete trust and pure innocence that rolled off of her in waves, and he indeed could sense and see it all. Though she had the body of a woman her personality, he noted was that of an unsuspecting child.
"How did you get here?" He asked, staring at her from the corner of his eye, he pulled from the table a thin sheet of newspaper.
"I came on a boat! How else would I get here?" Lily laughed. Her laugh, he noted, sounded like bells, it wasn't an unpleasant sound.
"How did you get past the Baboons?" He asked.
Lily cocked her head to the side, before she smiled. "You mean the nice little monkeys by the ocean?"
"Nice?" He raised an eyebrow, and put the paper in his lap.
"Yes! They were very nice! And so cute!" Lily squealed, reminiscing of the giant monkeys that she encountered earlier. In truth they seemed hostile at first but then Lily had given them some of her Banana's that she stocked up on in her small one person boat and talked with them of how cool and awesome they looked.
Mihawk stared at the young woman, his eyes narrowed, there was no way she had defeated the vicious beasts, and so how was it that she could stand before her without any wounds from them? He could see that her hands and knees where bloodied, there were scratches on her face, and dirt and rips in her dress, but nothing that would scream she came in contact with the Baboons by the shore.
"You're hands and knees, what happened?" He asked. Lily looked down at herself.
A shy hand went up and rubbed the back of her head, before she spoke, with a bright red blush showing. "I fall a lot; I'm very clumsy you know!"
They lapsed into an awkward silence after that, or at least it felt that way to Lily. She shifted from one foot to the other before a thought came to her. "Oh! I'm sorry! I never asked you name!" She bowed slightly to him. "It was very rude of me! What's your name Mister?"
"Dracule Mihawk." He stated simply, a small twitch on the corners of his mouth was all that showed of his amusement at the young woman's actions. Surely she would hear his name and then run in terror back to her little town but of course, you can never account on anything going as planned.
"Ah, Mister Dracule, would you mind telling me about this place? I'm really curious! My grandmother lived here as a young girl, and so did my grandfather, but they moved to Ghawnie before the war. Can you—can you tell me about it?" Lily asked, general curiosity lacing her words, her voice quieted down as she finished her sentence.
"No." He stated simply.
"Please!" Lily begged, standing upright to stair wide-eyed at Mister Dracule, resting her hands on the arm of the chair.
"Why?" He asked, staring directly at her now, she could feel her face heat up.
"B-because I am curious about the place where my grandparents grew up!" Lily stammered out, her hands moved from the chair to rest at her sides, her eyes looking to the carpet and then back up him. "I'll—I'll give you money—" She patted herself down, but then looked back up at him when she realized that she didn't have any on her. "—or—or I could work for you! Yeah! I could do things for you in exchange for your stories! Please, Mister Dracule, please!" Lily closed her eyes and clenched her hands together waiting for his reply.
"And why would I agree to that?" He asked, no malice, no mocking in his tone, just curiosity.
"Because—because this place is too big for you to clean all by yourself?" She answered weakly, before adding with a smile, "And it'll be less lonely with someone else here with you!" Dracule Mihawk would have said no, but for a strange reason, even unknown to him, he couldn't seem to. Her eyes stared up at him pleadingly, not like most people's did, pleading to get away, no they were pleading to stay.
He laughed. "Wahahahaha! Fine, but do not get in my way or I will kill you." He said, before adding, "Clean yourself up before anything."
"Thank you!" Lily squealed in delight and ran from the room without another word to look for the nearest room with a shower.
But before Mihawk could take another breath, Lily ran back into the room, and threw her arms around the yellow eyed man. He stiffened immediately and before he could say anything about her behavior, though he could have easily threw her off, he didn't. Lily fled from the room before he could even register the warmth from where her breast had pushed against him, shouting another gleeful 'Thank you'. He sat still, staring at the open doors. Like a child.
Lily returned to the dining room approximately thirty minutes later, her wounds scrubbed clean but what made Mihawk take a second look was that she did not put her sun dress back on but instead she came into the dining room dawning nothing but a fluffy blue towel wrapped tightly around her still wet body.
Water dripped from her tied up wet hair down her shoulders and over her luscious breasts. The towel nearly didn't fit, her breast were bursting from the top, her athletic legs glistening from not being dried off properly. The towel barely covered her unmentionable private area those legs led to, her hip kept peeking out from the bottom of the towel with each movement she made. Mihawk could already feel the stirrings in his loins.
"Mister Dracule, um—ah, I'm afraid I didn't bring any change of clothes with me and I ripped my dress even more when I took it off," Lily bit the bottom of her lip and shifted foot from foot. "Do you mind…?" Lily's words were cut off by the sound of a chair scratching across the floor as Mihawk stood up and made his way over to where she stood, his eyes trained on her.
He walked past her, quickly nodding in her direction and saying, "Follow me."
"Mister Dracule, will you really tell me stories about this place?" Lily questioned, following closely behind him.
"It's Mihawk, and perhaps, if you follow my every word." He said, taking a sharp right and into a room, he pushed the door open, allowing her to step in before him.
"I promise I will!" Lily shouted, as she went in smiling brightly at him.
This room was more used than the one that Lily originally went into, she could tell, by the feel of it. Mihawk walked slowly towards the black dresser that was pushed up against the wall, he opened the second drawer and pulled from it a long t-shirt and a pair of dark blue brief-boxer type of underwear, swiftly he threw them at Lily, she fumbled with them a little fighting to keep them in her arms without dropping her towel.
"Change." Lily looked up slightly startled.
"Change? Here, with you right there?" She laughed but then when she realized that he was being completely serious, she stopped, her face turning a bright shade of red. He folded his arms over his nearly exposed chest as he waited, Lily turned slowly before gently placing the clothes onto the king size bed in the room. Lily looked to Mihawk, before allowing her towel to fall from her body and land almost silently on the floor. "M-mister Drac—Mihawk?" Lily questioned, staring at the floor just in front of Mihawk's feet. She looked up when he began moving towards her, her face heating up even more when she realized that he was staring intently at her body.
Scars, cuts, old and new, bruises of all sizes and sorts covered her body. One hand tried to cover her breasts while the other tried to cover her private. Her breasts were far too large to be covered with her dainty arm, and her other hand cover her private area so tightly that Mihawk thought for a moment that she might actually be masturbating in front of him, a small smirk touched his lips at the thought.
He controlled his lust expertly, but he wouldn't say that her body, so naked and so ripe, standing there in front of him, wasn't tempting, it was, it was extremely tempting, but right now, he had to prove a point. A woman like her should never ever come to a strange man or a man at all, wrapped in nothing but a towel, unless she knew exactly what was going to happen. And looking at her now, Mihawk knew she had no idea.
"Remove your hands." He said, as he came to a halt in front of her. Lily backed up until the back of her legs touched the bed. "Unless you're going to go back on your word." He stared down at her. Lily shook her head and slowly removed her hands, exposing her body fully to him. Roughly, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed onto the bed, he hovered over her, his hot breath tickling her face, a knee inserting itself between her legs, forcing them apart until both of his legs were in between hers, spreading her legs out wide, her blush deepened.
"Rule One: You are not to wake me from my naps." His hand trailed down her body while he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Rule Two: You are not to touch my weapons, unless I state otherwise." Lily stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open and her breath coming in quick gasps as his hand lightly trailed around her breast. "Rule Three: You do what I say, when I say, no questioning it." She wiggled underneath him, watching his hand intently as it trailed lower and lower. She said nothing. "Rule Four: You are not to come out wearing a towel or any clothing I might find provocative, I am a man and you are a woman, is there anything else that needs to be stated?" Lily opened her mouth to speak but found her voice unable to do so; Mihawk's hand had invaded her special place, the place her grandmother had warned her men would try to go.
Even still, Lily had no idea why men would want to try and touch her special place, she had asked her grandmother, but all she had said was that men would lie, cheat, and force their way into that special place. Her grandmother had made her promise not to let any man, unless he was someone special to Lily, touch down there. Lily had agreed and promised her grandmother she wouldn't allow anyone but someone she thought highly of to touch her down there—and she stuck to that promise, at least she did until this very moment.
Her back arched and her hands shot up and gripped tightly to Mihawk's muscular shoulders, she half pushed-half grabbed him. She gasped out; his hand had snuck down and was now in between the folds of her special place. "N-n-n-no-o-o!" Lily cried out. She was getting increasingly scared, a warm unfamiliar sensation was building in her lower abdomen, it was pleasant but she was afraid. She had never felt anything like it.
He had heard her cry out, but her heavy breathing and the way her body arched against his, signaled her release soon. He was teasing her, and enjoying every minute of it. Her eyes clenched shut and her fingers dug deeper into his shirt and flesh. He didn't insert any of his fingers into her; instead he simply pressed and rubbed in all of the right places.
She felt the pressure build and the warm sensation turned to a fire in her veins. She didn't know what it was but it felt nice—great even but the pleasure still scared her. And just as she felt the pleasure wash over her, her vision clouding and her mind becoming fuzzy, Mihawk removed himself from her, not enough for her to feel comfortable but enough so that he could stare down at her with his piercing golden eyes. Her hands still gripped onto his shirt and shoulders.
"You can get dressed now." Mihawk smirked, or at least half smirked. Lily nodded dazedly, her hands slipped from his shoulders and fell onto the bed, with her shaking hands she searched the bed for the clothes, and her fingers wrapped themselves around the fabric and pulled it to her chest. Breathing heavily, she stared up at Mihawk, her eyes full of questions.
"W-what—what was t-that?" She question, staring wide eyed at Mihawk.
Mihawk nearly burst out laughing; instead he simply stared down at her and said, "An orgasm." He knew from that look and that question that she had never experienced one before, she also apparently didn't know what it was either. How inexperienced. He thought. And how fun to tease.
He helped her into her clothes, Lily found that the orgasm left her feeling rather drained and tired, but it also left her with a pleasant feeling inside. She sighed as he helped her get into her clothes, her face red in embarrassment.
"Did you enjoy it?" Mihawk question as he helped her slide on the brief-like boxers, he made sure to trail his thumbs over her exposed flesh as he did so. "Be honest."
Lily's face turned a shade redder before she nodded timidly. "Y-yes. A-a-a-are y-you going to d-do that a-again?" She questioned, avoiding his eyes. To say she was confused would be an understatement, she was beyond confused, she was by all means flabbergasted, disconcerted. She allowed him to touch her special place, so did that mean he was special to her? Possibly. She thought. He is going to tell me stories! She smiled to herself.
He chuckled slightly and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If you follow my rules, I'll tell you the stories you wanted to hear. If you behave, I'll show you more pleasurable things." His voice was husky and rough sounding, Lily could feel her heart speeding up, her fingers curled around the oversized sleeves of his shirt.
Lily gave him a sharp nod. "But for now, I suppose I should show you where to sleep." With a small smile, he turned and shuffled Lily to the door.
During the walk, Lily stared down at her attire, Mihawk had given her an over-sized button up shirt that was almost see-through white, the dark blue brief-boxers shown through underneath the white shirt. The shirt had a nice smell to it though; a new and exotic smell that she had never smelled before.
The room he led her to, was just down the hall from his own room. She stared at the room, admiring its beauty and elegance. The walls where a deep royal red, the carpet a brick red, the drapes that covered the wall and windows were a bright red with gold colored trimmings. A bed rested pressed tightly against the wall, red and gold coverings, there were two chairs sitting adjacent to each other just across from the queen size bed, and connected to the room was a porcelain white bathroom.
"W-wow!" Lily grinned lopsidedly; she spun around to grin at Mihawk, the earlier incident already forgotten. "It's—it's so amazing!" She yelled. She was practically jumping for joy at the exquisite décor. She landed just before Mihawk, clutching his shirt and shaking it with extreme excitement. Mihawk just stared amusingly down at her as she stared joyfully at him. "A-and—and I get to stay in here?" She added just above a whisper, her innocent blue eyes staring up at him, and in that moment he almost felt twinge of regret for his earlier action. Almost.
"Yes, this will be your room for the…Duration of your stay." He said, though there was annoyance that laced his words, he didn't truly feel that way, in fact he sort of felt amused, something he hadn't felt in quite a while.
Unable to contain her excitement, she squealed loudly before wrapping her arms around him, she had to stand on her tippy toes. Her arms wrapped around his neck and for a split second he froze, but just as quickly as she initiated the hug she broke it, grinning like a fool and repeating the phrase, "Thank you", over and over again.
He gave her one last glance before saying, "I'll leave you here then."
"Thank you! See you in the morning! Thank you!" Lily called after him as he walked down the hall. When he was gone, she simply stared around the room, burning the image into her mind.
The silence of the night only seemed to magnify the whimpers that escaped the room. Mihawk stood outside the room, a pair of loose fitting pants that hugged his hips tightly, no shirt on his chest. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the door before he pushed it open.
Lily lay on the bed, twisting and turning in the bed, clawing at the blankets and sheets that wrapped her up. Her hair stuck to her body with sweat, her face twisted in a grimace, her mouth clamped shut as if trying to stop any sounds from escaping her.
Mihawk moved towards her sleeping form, her brow furrowed each time she gripped the blankets tighter. It was a repetitive motion, she'd grip the blanket and then release, grip and release, and each time she made this movement her body would tense, her brow would furrow and a whimper would escape her throat.
Gently he reached down to brush her hair out of her face, as he touched her face, her hand shot up and gripped his wrist tightly. She was shaking and her palms were sweating, at the same time that she grabbed him, she whimpered out a weak and pathetic, "N-n-no-o, p-pl-l-e-eas-se-e."
Mihawk stared down at the young girl, there was no emotion to his face, nothing buried in his eyes. He simply stared down at her with an expressionless look. It was clear to him now where she had gotten those scars, those bruises and those cuts, beaten, abused, or tortured, that was her past. She may have said she was clumsy but even a clumsy person wouldn't show signs of that much damage.
For a brief moment, he wondered who would harm her in such a way, she seemed to innocent to bring any sort of danger, in fact he was sure the only danger she should have attracted were the lecherous men, lust, not hate, but then maybe her personality was nothing but an act. She could have been faking it all, but he doubted it, she was in every sense of the word, innocent, too innocent in fact.
But it was that innocence that made her so fun to tease, perhaps that's why someone found enjoyment out of her pain. She was too innocent, hell, she didn't even get angry at him when he touched her, he doubted anyone had ever done that to her before, he wasn't even sure that she even knew what Sex was, the way she reacted told him that much.
Where was he to judge though, he'd probably killed many innocent people, mostly pirates but there were some innocent ones, never as innocent as her, but still. She was like a child, completely unaware of the world around, too trusting, too much faith in people, and too forgiving. She knew nothing of the world, or maybe, just maybe she already knew too much and in a way to deal with the ugliness of the world, she turned herself into something of pureness.
Mihawk snorted. She was making him think way too much. With his free hand he pried her hand from his wrist, tucking it back to her body. Her breath quickened. He leaned down, securing her blanket around her. When he leaned down and tucked the blanket around her, he noticed that as he did this she calmed, her breathing slowed and her shaking minimized, the whimpers died in her throat.
When she seemed calm enough, Mihawk stood there for just a moment longer before turning and leaving. As he left he couldn't help but think about earlier. Lonely, huh.