Hallo and welcome back! Huge thanks to ghost for beta reading and both ghost and Lachanophobic for the moral support.

Speaking of her, I'm really kinda glad we don't have established couples in One Piece. I mean I've heard that some shippers can get really intense, but it's really nice that I never had to deal with people who insist on their OTP to the point of stopping a fic just because it mentions eventual past lovers. Sure, only a few followed me here from Shôganai, but nobody complained when I mentioned this relationship in the story and for that I'm really grateful!

Anyways, if you checked it out last time, The Mandragora Prince got a new chapter and it's really fun thanks to a innuendo dropping Radditz.

Well, onto the chapter, have fun!

Last time we had some foreplay and laid down some groundrules. Since I cut the chapter I'll give your memory a little help, this is how the last chapter ended:

"From now on I won't stop if you babble, I won't stop if you squirm or scream, I won't stop if you start cursing me and I won't stop for any negative hollows your bratty ass sends my way," he declared, her face still firm in his hands, his voice a low rumble against her lips that made goosebumps spread all over her skin. She should be afraid, right? Her heart did beat fast as if in panic but even she had to admit that with all the flutters in her belly it was probably anticipation.

"But if you tell me to stop, I will. So don't do it lightly. That alright with you, Perona?" He asked and she knew that just pouting wouldn't do this time and she wouldn't put it past him to throw her over his shoulder and carry her back to her own room if she didn't answer, or didn't answer correctly.

"Fine." She huffed.

He laughed. The brute actually had the audacity to laugh at her! As if it wasn't bad enough that she did want this, did he have to make it so damn difficult? Couldn't he just throw her on the bed and get this over with? Wasn't that how things were supposed to go? On second thought… he hadn't seemed all that thrilled with what she had learned about other stuff… and just maybe she was a little happy with this? Not that she would let him manhandle her like she'd seen in the magazines but she might have been a little bit afraid of that? It was still weird though, him being all gentle and careful…

"Fine," he agreed and his hands were moving down her sides again, one touching her breast and his alert eye on her led her to believe that it wasn't on accident. He barely seemed to do things on accident -apart from getting lost, of course- even the stupid stuff he seemed intent to do… she really shouldn't be doing this with a guy like him… But then his lips were on hers again and her eyes closed on their own and all she could do was feel. Feel his rough hands on the back of her head, against the swell of her butt, feel his upper body flush against hers, feel the heat coming from him and feel the beat of her own heart in her throat. When he stood up her legs wrapped around his waist as if they knew where this was going. Somehow she had expected them to tumble to the bed, but he lowered her slowly and carefully to the mattress, lips not leaving hers once and she might have to admit that it wasn't entirely bad that he basically solely consisted of ugly, brutish muscle. Maybe they even felt nice under her fingers, as they fluently moved beneath skin that could definitely use some moisturizer.

His lips left hers after a quick peck of goodbye, before trailing down her jaw, her throat and she wasn't really sure if it was supposed to make her feel this hot? Was it cute that he used the back of his hand to caress her instead of the rough palm of it?

He didn't touch her breasts… probably because she kind of wanted him to. His hand brushed down the sides, his mouth only trailed between them.

Maybe he didn't like them? They didn't really look all that cute when she was lying on her back. They didn't stand perkily, but fell a bit to the side… maybe that wasn't normal? He didn't care about stuff like that, did he?

She gasped when the stubble from his chin scratched over her skin right where her hipbone began. Why did it make her so … queasy? No that wasn- his hand came to rest on her right breast… it was the prettier one of the two and was just a bit too- no her breasts were perfect and cute, it was his brutish hand that was too big. How was it that his rough and clumsy paw felt so good there; squeezing, kneading… none of his should ever feel that good for-

Why did he stop? She pried open her eyes she hadn't even realized she'd closed, to see him sitting there between her legs, the fingers of the hand that had moments ago still been on her breast lightly resting on her upper thigh as he stared.

Oh god, he wasn't lost, was he? That couldn't possibly… no… she had seen him lost and usually, it showed in irritation of confusion, but that wasn't what she saw on him now.

It was amusement. The moment she realised she wanted to snap her legs shut and heat of a whole different kind spread over her cheeks. Of course, he saw the bandaid! That stupid pink, glittery bandaid. Well, she couldn't have known that he'd take so much time with this! And maybe she shouldn't have tried shaving again when she hadn't expected him to take his time anyway…

"Did you dress it up for me?" He asked with that damned boyish grin of his, but didn't give her time for a witty remark because she felt his hands under her butt propping her up before pushing his whole stupid face down there, making her gasp in embarrassment as much as in surprise.

She could hear his deep intake of breath and covered her face with her hands. This had been a mistake. She should tell him to stop. Right?

Why did he have to sniff like that? Stupid mutt. That wasn't normal, couldn't be! Her eyes widened when her whole body exploded in weird tingles when his lips brushed against her sensitive skin down there. Ohhh, kisses on the kitty? Like … she could understand how that was one of zombie nurse's favourite! Was it alright to tell him she wanted more of this? Could she tell him to stop teasing and do something even though she didn't exactly know what that something was? Neither his lips nor his ugly hooky nose ever touched that bit of her that felt the hottest. That bit that she'd tried touching before. That bit that had made her shudder when he had accidentally brushed against while he'd shaved her there. He had to know that it would feel good there right? He didn't have many redeeming qualities but he was good with observations.

She did a tiny embarrassing moan when he finally did find his way there. Lips closing around it and gently sucking it in. She wasn't sure but maybe that following hum of his was a reaction to her moan? Did he like the sound she'd made? What an embarrassing thought! She couldn't just…

Teeth grazed her skin there, not painful, but she had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep that undignified yelp from leaving her throat. She felt him chuckle against her and it made her all fluttery inside and a little scared when he freed one hand from under her butt to gently pull her hand from her face. He didn't really do gentle normally, did he? Even though he'd been nothing but this night…

"I like your voice like this," he murmured against her, mouth not leaving its place right there where she wanted it and immediately resumed his gentle kisses and sucks and licks.

This wasn't right. Wasn't like him. The brute would never be this gentle, would he? He had promised dirty, right? Why did it feel so good?

He stopped, looked up at her, cold air hitting her kitty. His eyebrow rose in question, made her think whether or not she had voiced her doubts, but she was sure she hadn't!

"It's weird if you're so nice," she blurted.

"It's weird if you're not complaining," he shot back with a boyish grin that wasn't cute at all and turned predatory in an instant. It didn't make her tingle.

"Now don't worry, princess, we'll just get that cherry popping over with and I promise I'll fuck you like a dirty slut."

Red shot up to her cheeks. When had her body started to react to that low rumble of his like that? And why wasn't she offended by his crude words? Why was she looking forward to that?

She should hollow him. She definitely would have in the past… but if she were to hollow him now… he'd stop doing that thing with his mouth for good, right? She liked it when he did that and briefly she wondered if that was a general thing people did or if it was just because he used his mouth for fighting. She should have taken a closer look back on Thriller Bark, because this was definitely not just kissing the kitty as she had thought. It would be a shame if she couldn't find someone else to do that thing with their mouth…

He looked at her just a moment longer, before going back down again, and she gasped when his wetted lips met that sensitive spot again, drawing it in his hot mouth and he greeted it with his even wetter, even hotter tongue. She jumped when he put one dry, prickly finger at her Kitty's entrance, drawing it through her wetness which would hopefully compensate for the fact that the brute probably couldn't even spell manicure.

Cold, irrational fear washed over her when he pushed it inside and she chastised herself for the reaction. She wasn't a child, she knew things were going inside the kitty during this! But it felt so weird, so foreign and it made her even more tingly when he started moving it inside of her. She felt like thrashing, like doing something, to alleviate, to get rid of all that weird energy coursing through her body, and like when Mihawk had taught them about wine she felt like putting a leg on the floor to ground herself. She buried her hands in his hair instead, pressed him closer. She could deal with the consequences later, but right now, all hot inside, she needed him to anchor herself because she felt like flying.

Her arms grew cold while her kitty became so hot she was afraid for a moment. Her heartbeat both in her throat and right there, where his mouth was still sucking, licking and definitely not just kissing and where his finger -fingers?- pumped into her. She forced her eyes open, wanted to see him, to ask him. Was this heat normal, was the cold in her limbs, the tickling in her body normal? Or was he sucking her soul right out of her? But she couldn't, it was too late to stop it, as hard as she fought to keep that tickling, rumbling wave at bay, her legs clamped around the green head between, her eyes screwed shut as her hips lifted up, to just get a little closer! She cried out in a voice that couldn't possibly be her own and her eyes rolled back in her head and she was just a little scared that she might be dying right there on his bed that smelled way too good to be his.

Fingers still firmly wedged inside of her, she felt him pulling himself up to eye level with her and she did her best not to thrash around at the overstimulation as the ridges of his abdominals rubbed against her right there.

Prying her eyes open she stared right into his and she knew without a doubt that he had watched her every move. Of course, the pervert liked to watch.

"You good?" He asked and she knew what he was asking with his oh-so-eloquent words. If he could, if he should, if she really wanted him to because he was a freaking liar and granted her second chances at every turn despite his initial threat.

How was she supposed to know if she was ready or not? Wasn't he the expert on this? Or was this not about her body? No, she wasn't ready, but did it matter? Somehow she knew that it did matter to him, as out of character as that might seem… was it though? This wasn't the same grump that got lost walking a straight line; he was different, mature somehow. And it really didn't seem like a bad idea to lose her virginity to him.

She was stuck here, no prince charming would come to save her from infinite boredom and all she had for company was a brooding grandpa and a brutish, strangely accommodating oaf. An ugly oaf that quite frankly had model qualities if compared to the few princes she had seen in her life.

Did it matter that he didn't care about her? No, she didn't care about him either, but she liked to think that they trusted each other, that they were friends, despite infuriating each other beyond what should be possible.

She had heard from broken hearts and broken promises. He hadn't promised her anything, hadn't lured her in under false pretences. He had offered. And she was sick of waiting and there sure could he better choices, but they were out of reach and she could admit now with his hot body up against hers and his grey eye trained on her, that there definitely were worse candidates. He'd done good so far, hadn't he?

She nodded her consent and sighed when he pulled his fingers out of her, which seemed kind of contradictory to her, wasn't that good enough for him? Did he want her to beg for it or- oh. Right, condoms, she had forgotten. How could she have forgotten about those? She didn't want all those weird diseases he probably carried and she didn't want his ugly brute babies either. He fumbled with the package like the oaf he was and for a moment she was afraid he'd rip the condom itself apart. Tip pinched between his fingers and with minimal wrinkling of his nose at the powerful cherry scent that now permeated the air, he put it on his thing and rolled the rubber down, making it look a lot more casual and less lewd than the old lady in the shop had.

She just wondered for a moment when he had even taken his pants off before she felt his impossibly hot thing press against her and she was just relieved to see that this heat she felt was apparently a normal thing with all this. He shoved inside of her like the damn brute he was and she screwed her eyes shut at the unexpected pain that she really should have been expecting. She just wasn't used to feeling pain of any kind...

When it subsided and she slowly inched her eyes open she was scared for a moment. Maybe even terrified. He was utterly frozen on top of her, eye-piercing something above her head with almost horrifying intensity and she winced when her muscles clamped down around him in sudden fright.

"Call it off. I won't have you hollow me while I'm still inside you and you've only felt pain."

She hadn't even noticed it and somewhere in her mind she could vaguely hear alarm bells going off at the fact that he had just intimidated one of her negative hollows enough for it to give up on protecting her.

She didn't care. Not right now. Not while feeling so weirdly full and craving more friction where his mouth had been before, she could worry about that later. Her Hollow poofed from existence and she wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing, now that his attention was on her again. She felt small, that dark gaze of his made her feel so, so small. Not in a cute way. Weak, helpless almost.

Maybe because she was helpless… he was huge, and not only because he was a head taller than her, but he was also like twice her size if not more. Would he crush her if he laid down on her? His arms were as thick as her thighs, could he even control his strength in a situation like this? The old lady had said it was about losing control… she was doing good in that case, because she really had neither control nor any clue on how to act. Why did she have so many limbs she didn't know what to do with? Should she just touch him? Hug him? Wasn't that too intimate?

"Touch me, will you?" He asked, his voice all dark and raspy and it gave her insides that happy little jolt again. "Not sure what you've been into on Thriller Bark but I ain't into corpses," and he ruined it. She was ready for retaliation when his rough hand landed on her side, making goosebumps spring to life while it wandered down her hip, brushing over the curve of her butt, to hook under her thigh and lifting it up and she curled her leg over his hairy butt. She should be disgusted by it but she wasn't because it was soft and tickled just a little bit when her leg moved… way better than his actual caress, with all those disgusting callouses of his, so she hooked her other leg up as well and gasped when it somehow made it slip in deeper.

He pulled back then and even though he was still very much inside, it made her feel a bit empty. A bit like flying again, this weird void in her belly. She liked that, liked flying so she flexed her legs around his hips to get him go deeper again and when he did it felt like flying again but without the void! Even though he was still an idiot, he didn't need any more prompting after that, rolled his hips against hers and with every roll coarse hair and skin rubbed against where his mouth had been and it made her kitty all hot again. Just a little bit more… friction? She lifted her hips to meet his, faltering only when he changed his rhythm or his angle and she just couldn't help her mouth falling open and the most embarrassing noises falling from her lips. How did he do that? It was as if with every thrust of his hips he pushed out the air from her lungs with the most lewd noises accompanying it! And he didn't! He just breathed a little louder than normal! So this wasn't normal?

Again she clamped her hand over her mouth, if she granted him her first time she sure wouldn't let him embarrass her any further! He stopped and with him the delicious friction of their ugly bits that fueled heat in her body and made her mind go blankish. It should be a good thing, because it let her think like normal, and she didn't have to try so hard to get her thoughts together, but it wasn't! Her body grew cold and that bubbly feeling in her belly that had become so wonderful and all-consuming when he'd been with his head between her legs, just slowly ebbed away while he was just hovering over her frowning with his ugly face.

"I won't repeat myself," he grunted and it brought weird shivers down her spine as if her body couldn't decide whether it was scared by that or liked it in a similar form to the kisses on her kitty. He lowered himself down on her and despite knowing that he had to be looking like an awkward heap on top of her because of their height difference, with the ridges of his lower belly flush against hers and his hot breath right at her ear she knew that it wasn't fear that had made her shudder.

"Don't hold your voice back," he grumbled and pushed himself up again, accentuating his instructions with a hard jab of his hips that made her cry out despite the hand clamped over her mouth, but other than that he kept still. Infuriatingly so, while all the pleasure he had made her feel before slowly left her body, making her feel cold.

Hesitantly she took her hand from her mouth, telling herself adamantly that she'd make it more difficult for him next time, that this was an exception because it was new for her and placed it instead on his forearm, feeling all those cute little scars under her fingertips.

It was mortifying how quick her thoughts started to jumble again when he resumed those shallow thrusts, how easily he made her cry out just because he surprised her with a quick jab or another angle and it was infuriating that he didn't just keep doing those things that made her scream and thrash. Instead, he kept her there, just short from the explosion from before and never giving enough for her to actually get there. Just making it swell and ebb like the tide, filling her mind with cotton and her belly with butterflies and crickets. Her fingers dug into his skin and neither seemed to mind and… then he looped his arms under her shoulders, steadying her thrashing head in his brutish, rough hands while her own took to dig into his shoulders.

"Look at me."

She opened her clenched eyes and gasped in surprise this time. He was pretty. It almost made her coil in disgust at herself, but as he was swaying over her, hair still mussed from her hands earlier, a light sheen of sweat, mouth hanging open…. No, he still looked like the same idiot brute, she just maybe didn't mind as much… couldn't mind because her brain wasn't working properly, stuffed with clouds.

"You were supposed to ask nicely for my cock and you didn't. You better beg for your orgasm now."

Her eyes widened, that… that degenerate! She would not beg for anything! And of him least of all! But then he slowed his thrusts again and in place of the coils and butterflies in her belly profound dread rose in her chest. He would do that. That vile creature would just leave her there, throbbing and wanting! And she didn't want that! She would go insane if he left her like that! For sure she would! Tears prickled in her eyes and she wanted to turn away from him, so if she had to beg she at least didn't have to look at him, but his hands weren't giving her even an inch and she knew it wouldn't count it if she didn't look. Because he was cruel like that.

So she tried to just look through him as she begged for him to make her kitty feel good like before, pleaded for him to not just pull his thing out and finish like he had before and he scoffed. He made her embarrass herself like that and had the audacity to scoff!

"Don't play all cute and innocent, you fully intended to sit on my face when you wanted to bandage my hands. Now be a good girl and beg like an adult," he rumbled, slowing his thrusts even more and going even less deep and still, those coils and butterflies returned just because of his rough voice vibrating through her body. That voice that had been grating on her nerves from day one and that wasn't cute at all but somehow she was coming to the conclusion that cute wasn't what she wanted for this kind of relationship.

So with red cheeks, she begged in all the ugly words she knew, words he used, words she'd heard from zombie nurse and Absalom. Begged for him to fuck her good, to fill her cunt and to make her cry and moan like a filthy slut. Begged him to please, please, please make her cum on his filthy, dirty cock.

Made him grin, made him praise her and call her a good girl and it made her chest swell in pride that she shouldn't be feeling for pleasing a brute like him, but it didn't matter. Didn't matter at all because he smacked his hips into hers, rolled them over her sweet spot while his cock melted her from the inside, brushing over that one area that made her yelp and thrash over and over and with precision she wouldn't have expected from someone as directionally challenged as him.

He kept her head in his hands, stayed close and now she didn't care whether or not this was too intimate for what they were because his heat was almost searing as he made her rear against him, as he made her keen and cry and drag her nails over his back. Her belly coiled tight again, maybe even tighter than before and her legs slipped from his thighs to stretch behind him in an attempt to distribute the tension more evenly because right now she felt as if her body was about to snap. Her muscles tight all over as she wasn't sure if he had gotten bigger or if she had muscles there, too, but it didn't matter because it made it feel even better.

He strained over her, she could feel his muscles quiver under her fingers. The weird coldness of her limbs returned and this time she knew just how very close she was as her legs stretched even more, painful almost, her hips rose and her belly coiled and coiled. She heard him grunt over her, press deep inside of her with a curse, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her neck strained as far as his hands allowed and she felt him pulse inside of her and the world exploded.

When the blackness and the stars receded from her vision he was there, panting on her neck, his strong heartbeat hammering against her chest. He smelled better than she wanted to admit and she blamed the cold room for the sudden feeling of loss she felt when he propped himself up over her.

One hand on his thing he pulled back and it was fine as long as it was only his somewhat hard thing but then more dripped out and it was soft and squishy and -oh god that was disgusting. Like some worm or slug just falling out of her.

He scoffed at her. "Get yourself checked out by a doc and get some drugs and you don't have to deal with that," he said and she didn't hesitate for a second.

He rolled off of her, crumbling to the floor a defeated sobbing mess with three of her hollows giggling around him.

Stupid brute, she'd been a virgin like five minutes ago! If anyone needed to get checked by a doctor it was him…. Could check permanent brain damage right along with it!

I'll have you know, the working title of this chapter was "popping the ghost cherry" and I thank Rexica for that... Right I need to thank her too... You wouldn't believe all the people I whined to about this! I hope the result was alright at least, please let me know with a comment! I'm also always open for constructive criticism, so don't be shy. I'm sure writing for fun (and recognition, I'm definitely a slut for kudos and such, no use denying it) but also to improve, which I can't if I don't get honest feedback. Anyways, the next chapter isn't done yet and I'm struggling a bit (again) so I can't promise an update next week. But I'll keep everyone posted on my twitter at nitwentyone