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Lily awoke to an empty bed, the blankets wrapped tightly around her and by how cold the bed was she figured Mihawk must have left very early. Slowly she climbed from the bed; she winced as she did so. Pain, an achy stabbing sort of pain, shot through her abdomen and legs.
Staggering slightly, Lily glanced around the room. She wasn't in her room but in Mihawk's room. The clothes she wore last night were missing from the floor, so slowly she grabbed the top blanket from Mihawk's bed, wrapped it tightly around herself as she stumbled from the room and walked towards her bedroom. She placed a hand on the wall to balance herself, so she wouldn't tumble over.
In her bedroom, Lily immediately went for the shower, hoping it would sooth her sore and achy muscles. After a long and hot shower, Lily was still achy but the stabbing pains seemed to have ceased for the time being. She slipped on a light green sun dress that ended at her ankles, it was adorned with multi-colored flowers, and it held itself loosely to her body, holding itself in place with puffy red shoulder straps.
Walking barefoot, she slowly made her way down towards the dining room, wincing every so often. The door to the dining hall was opened fully, so Lily simply slipped in. Sitting where he always sat was Mihawk, donning a pair of black loose pants and a white button up shirt that had all but three buttons towards the top unbutton, showing off his glamorous chest. His oversized cross necklace hanging loosely on his chest, his hair sticking up in every direction, Lily covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.
Mihawk had heard her walking down the hall; he glanced and grinned up at her when he heard her giggling. "What's so funny?" Mihawk questioned, watching her walk towards him. He could see her wince and drag her legs, but the wide smile that graced her lips would have told anyone else that she was perfectly fine. Mihawk knew better than to trust that smile.
When she was close enough to him, she reached out and gently ran her hand through his hair. Mihawk watched her intently. "Your hair, it's all messy." She giggled again.
"Shouldn't you be lying down?" He questioned, allowing her to ruffle his hair.
"Why? I feel fine!" Lily smiled and tilted her head.
With lightning speed he grabbed her wrist with his left hand and pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked and groaned at the impact of landing hard on his chest. "Do not lie to me, Lily." With his right hand, he snuck it in between her legs and pressed hard against her tender privates. She gasped, her head falling onto his shoulder. "You're sore. Go lie down." Mihawk retracted his hand, and released her wrist.
"B-b-but—" "Go lie down, Lily, or I'll make you lie down." He warned.
"But Mihawk," Lilly gasped again as his right hand once again snuck in between her legs and pressed painfully against her. "I-I-I'm—" He pressed harder. Lily groaned and grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Mihawk!"
Mihawk held tightly onto Lily as her legs shook underneath her. He chuckled as he stood, wrapping his strong arms around her before picking her up, bridal style. The walk to the Lily's bedroom was almost silent except for the stomach growls that erupted from Lily's abdomen.
In the room, Mihawk practically threw her onto her bed. "Stay." He said before disappearing.
When he reappeared, he was carrying a tray of food. He set gently on her lap before walking away again. "You are to stay here until you're not sore anymore." He stated, his words demanding and leaving no room for arguing.
And so for the next couple of days, Lily barely left that bed, only leaving to go to the bathroom and to shower. She had tried a couple of times to leave her room and do something, but Mihawk always seemed to know her every move and he'd always show up. So by the end of her bed confinement, Lily was going mad with boredom.
In the early morning of the fourth day, Lily awoke with a newfound energy. The moon was still shining brightly in the night sky. Quickly, Lily jumped in the shower, and put on a rather tight dress that was maroon with black lace at the ends. It clung tightly to her breasts, maybe a tad bit too tightly, thin straps held it snug to her shoulders, and it ended just before mid-thigh. After her dress was on, she slipped on a pair of blue panties and a matching pair of blue knee high socks before she quietly snuck from her room and headed in the opposite direction of Mihawk's room.
The pain in her abdomen was all but gone; there was discomfort but nothing that forced her to take notice. Lily looked around her carefully, making sure Mihawk didn't pop up anywhere and catch her. The further she went from her room and Mihawk's room, the more courageous she felt.
Lily tip toed through the hall until she came to the room she was looking for. Two double wide steel doors stood before her, and with minimal effort she pushed through them. The room was the largest in the castle, it probably used to be the ball room but Mihawk had turned it into his personal training room. His weapons lined the walls as weights were scattered throughout the room.
Cautiously she scanned over the room, upon seeing no one she entered, shutting the door behind her. The lights in the room were off, but the large overhead window shone with enough light from the moon that no light was actually needed to see. Lily walked into the room and smiled to herself. She twirled a few times while giggling. She needed to release some of her built up energy, otherwise she might just go insane. When she stopped her spinning, her eyes landed on a sword, a large sword that leaned up against the side wall. It was the sword that Mihawk usually had with him or at least near him.
With a couple of long strides she stood before the long sword. It was a large sword, a black blade, a small hand sized circular blue ball on the very top and for some reason, and Lily couldn't help but feel that it looked very similar to a cross. The blade, to Lily, somehow resembled Mihawk; it was just like him, alluring and magnetizing. Gingerly she reached out her hand to touch the blade, but just before her finger tips grazed it, she heard him.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was cold and hard.
Lily spun around, Mihawk stood at least several feet away from her. "Ah—I was—"
"You were about to touch Yoru, weren't you?" He stepped closer; he wore nothing except a loose pair of light blue pants, a nicely decorated belt, his light blue pants tucked into his large black boots.
"Yoru? Is that the name of your sword?" Lily questioned.
"Yes." He answered taking another step closer. "You were about to touch him, weren't you?" He asked again.
"I—I was." Lily gulped and looked down, Mihawk closed the distance between them.
"Rule Two, did you happen to forget what it was?" He stared intently at her, his hand reaching down under her chin to force her look at him.
"No." Lily whispered out.
"Then tell me." He demanded.
"Rule two: Don't touch Mihawk's weapons." Lily whispered, trying to avoid Mihawk's golden eyes.
"Turn around." He whispered. Without complaint she complied, turning around to face the wall. "Put your hands on the wall." He moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She complied again, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.
"You've broken one of my rules, Lily." He whispered dangerously in her ear.
She shook slightly as his hands lit little fires on her hips. "S-s-sorry." She whispered back.
"You should be sorry, but you will still have to be punished." He growled into her ear.
She nodded curtly; tears pricked her eyes as she waited for the pain from a hit or something. What she didn't expect was for him to slowly lift her dress up to her hips or his hand that slipped into the front of her panties. She squirmed as his hand found her opening, pushing a finger inside of her.
"Does it hurt?" He questioned, pushing his hardening member into her backside. She shook her head furiously, biting down hard on her lower lip. She stood on her tippy toes as his finger was joined by another. They wiggled inside of her, pumping in and out.
A moan escaped her lips; cool air hit her naked ass as Mihawk pulled her blue panties down to her knees. His foot forcibly pushed her legs further apart; she could faintly hear the sound of his belt coming loose and the shuffling as his pants and underwear as they dropped to his own knees. Slowly his fingers retracted from her now wet pussy and before she could take in a breath of air, his fingers were replaced by his rock solid cock. The force of it pushed her fully up against the wall and clear off of her feet. Mihawk had to bend down as to let Lily's feet touch the floor. He pushed into her roughly, more roughly than last time.
Lily's fingers curled into her palms, her face and chest were pushed and slammed against the cool stone wall with each thrust from Mihawk. His right arm snaked around her waist, holding her to him, while his left hand went up to free her breasts from her dress. They bounced with every jolting movement; his left arm then snaked in between her breasts, across her chest, before gripping tightly to her shoulder, securing her more firmly in place.
The pounding he was giving her could have been painful if it weren't for extreme pleasure that was erupting from her abdomen with each thrust. His hot breath cascading her neck, his tongue leaving trails of wet salvia all around the back of her neck and every so often she'd feel his teeth graze her neck. He'd switch between having her feet dangle off of the ground and her stepping on her tippy toes.
Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, her breath would hitch in her throat every time he growled into her neck. She could feel the growl vibrating through his chest and into hers. She gasped and moaned with each thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her with unparalleled speed.
He could feel her tighten around him, her breathing coming in ragged gasps, her body tensing underneath him; he knew she was going to cum soon. He was too; he could already feel his orgasm building.
Just as he went to thrust himself into her again, she tightened around him. He grunted as she moaned. Her back arched, pushing him further against him. When he began to feel her loosen he released his seed into her. She gasped and threw her head back, moaning loudly. He growled as he buried himself deep side of her, filling her up completely.
When he was finished, he slowly pulled his cock from her, and released his grip from her. He watched with a triumphant smile as she slid down the wall and fell onto her knees, her dress still hiked up, her panties had fallen to her ankles during the vigorous sex. She rested her head against the cool wall as she focused on steadying her breathing.
"Do not break one of my rules again." Mihawk stated as he pulled his boxers and pants up. He could tell that she was barely listening. He watched as she looked down with mild confusion, one of her dainty hands dipping down to her dripping pussy. When she brought it back up it was covered in the clear white substance, Mihawk's sperm.
She stared at it in her hand, before looking back at Mihawk, curiosity filled her dazed eyes. He smirked down at her. He already knew what she wanted to ask. So instead of waiting for her to speak, he spoke, "When you've composed yourself, come see me in the dining hall and I'll teach you about that." Her mouth was opened slightly, but she nodded, her face completely red and her eyes still glazed over.
Without glancing back at her, Mihawk walked from the room and down the hall to wait for her. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the pitter patter of her sock covered feet walking down the hallway towards him. The door to the dining hall was already opened and waiting for her entry.
Lily stood there for a moment, staring at Mihawk sitting with a leg crossed over his other and a newspaper in hand, and his chest still bare from any shirt. "Mihawk?" Lily questioned her voice raspy and still out of breath. She walked to him until she reached the arm of his chair, there she questioned him again. "Mihawk?"
His golden eyes moved from the newspaper in his hands to the blonde haired blue eyed woman at his side. Her cheeks tinted pink, her lips pink and swollen from her biting on them, and her wide blue eyes shining brightly with curiosity.
"Yes?" He answered, folding the newspaper and placing it on his lap.
"What—what was that stuff?" She asked, staring at him, again her innocence present in her eyes.
"Semen, sperm, cum, it has many different names." He stated simply, watching her expression closely.
"Where does it come from?" Lily questioned, tilting her head to the side. Mihawk had to hold back the smirk that was trying to climb to his face, and the laugh that threatened to spill from his lips.
"It comes from the penis, dick or cock." He found her questions amusing, and her innocence pure joy, innocence that he both wanted to protect and corrupt.
"Is that what your thingy is called?" She pointed to his crotched. Her question may have been harmless but Mihawk found himself slightly insulted. He growled and grabbed her wrist pulling her to him.
"Not a thingy, it's a cock, Lily." He pulled her closer to him, whispering dangerously in her ear. "You are to call mine a cock, understand?" He released her after he felt her nodding her head vigorously. "Now, is that all you wanted to ask?"
"I don't understand." Lily whispered. "How does the—the semen come from your—your c-cock?"
"Come here." He moved his leg off of his other leg, motioning for her to sit on his lap. Meekly she complied; Mihawk guided her as she sat down, so that her legs were spread open in front of him, straddling his legs. "Slide your dress up."
Questions swam in her head but she did as she was told; lifting her dress up until it was hiked up past her hips, her clean purple panties showing. Lifting a finger to her panties, he curled a finger inside of them, grasping a hold of the crotch of the purple panties. "You changed your panties." He stated his voice full of amusement.
Lily nodded. "That liquid kept leaking out." She whispered, looking down, biting her lip as her face glowed red.
"It still is." He stared straight at her, while she looked down completely flustered, trying to pull down her dress.
"I-I'll—I'll g-go ch-change." She exclaimed, trying to wiggle off of his lap.
A firm, "No." and a gripping hand from Mihawk kept Lily in place.
"B-but—but—" "But what?" Mihawk questioned, raising an eyebrow at the red faced Lily.
"It's dirty." Lily whispered so low that Mihawk almost didn't catch it.
"Are you saying I'm dirty?" He laughed at her crestfallen face, but quickly he realized his mistake. Lily could feel her heart restricting, becoming painful in her chest. He is not dirty. He could never be dirty. If anyone is dirty, it's me. She thought. I'm the dirty one! "Wrong! Mihawk! I'm dirty, not you." Lily shouted harshly. "Never you."
She could almost hear them, those harsh and cruel words from those people, shouting and cursing her existence. They hurt her, they cursed her, they hated her. Always, always telling her of her dirty blood, of the sin that she was and the sin she would create. Disgusting, pathetic, worthless, those words were just some of the few that were thrown at her, all of them hurt just the same. She would not allow Mihawk to hurt too.
"You're not dirty!" Tears swelled in her eyes. She leaned forward, her hands balling into fists and pounding lightly into his chest. "You're not dirty, you're not dirty. You're not dirty, Mihawk, you're not—" Mihawk grabbed her wrists lightly and pressed his lips to hers silencing her. She struggled a little but quickly realized it was fruitless and stopped. Mihawk cursed himself, he said something careless.
His lips were surprisingly soft; the kiss itself was rough yet gentle. Her tears were hot as they slid down her cheeks. He felt a twinge of anger at himself, he'd made her cry, for a reason he didn't even know of. Why had she reacted so strongly? Her past, you fool, it's in her past. He thought angrily, pressing harder into the kiss.
She knew what a kiss was, and she had been kissed before, but nothing like this. Her lips tingled and felt electrifying. She felt her heart fluttering against her chest; it was a strange feeling, one that had been described to her by her grandmother once. Love. She thought. Is this what love feels like? Mihawk released her wrists and allowed his hands to rub her hips gently; her tears were all but gone at this point.
Mihawk pulled his lips away from hers long enough to whisper, "Open your mouth." Before pressing his lips back onto hers. Without even questioning it, she complied. Her mouth opened and Mihawk's tongue snaked in, roughly pushing against hers, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. His tongue was like a long, wet and rough snake, bringing with it a strange new pleasure. Slowly, he left her lips, trailing small wet kisses down her chin, lower onto her neck; he stopped when he reached her chest.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he found an overly sensitive spot on her neck. She couldn't stop the small moans of pleasure that escaped her throat. Mihawk continued to attack this spot with kisses, licks and bites, he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted anyone who saw to know that she belonged to him. His hands slipped from her hips to rub her ass gently, caressing it before slipping his hands inside of the back of her panties, to get a better feel for her smooth rip ass.
"M-Mihawk." She moaned, earning him to dig his fingers into her ass cheeks and to bite painfully hard on her neck as he began to move back up, she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He stopped his kisses when he reached her lips again. "Where were we?" He leaned in and kissed her on the side of the neck. "Ah, that's right. You were curious about semen." His hand slipped out of the back of her panties to move into the front, there it slipped into her cum filled pussy, she shuddered at the sudden entry. "You see, when a woman has an orgasm, her pussy, this right here," He inserted another finger, pumping in and out. "She gets wet, drenching her panties, but when a man has an orgasm, his Cock, like mine," He pumped his fingers into her rougher. "He shoots out semen." Her head fell onto his shoulder, she bite her lip, trying to silence the moans of pleasure that racked her body. He could feel her tighten around his fingers, squeezing them.
"C-can I-I s-see?" Lily moaned out, Mihawk almost didn't catch it. He could feel his pants tightening at the devious thoughts that emerged into his mind.
"Of course," He pulled out his fingers from her, slowly and tantalizing. "First you need to pull it out of my pants." With her fingers shaking, Lily reached out, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. She didn't have a hard time freeing the erect cock from his pants, it easily popped out of his pants, eager for more affection.
Lily sucked in a sharp breath, it was so big and well, so hard, she still couldn't imagine how that fit inside of her. She had only taken glimpses of the engorged member but now that it was fully revealed to her, she couldn't help but stare. Every so often she'd look up at Mihawk's smug expression and back down at the cock.
Gingerly she stretched out a hand and grazed it, but quickly retracted it when Mihawk groaned and slightly bucked his hips. "Does—does it f-feel good when I-I rub it?" He answered by grabbing her hand and placing it gently on his hard member. Slowly she began to rub her clasped hand over his rock hard cock. Slow and steady, her grip tight but loose as if she would break it. She stared down at it, watching it, engraving the image of it into her mind, one hand rubbing the other gently touching the head of his cock.
Mihawk gripped her hips hard. She didn't even know what she was doing, her sloppy hand motions and the way she kept looking up at him, as if asking for approval. Her gentle hands, slightly calloused, felt exceedingly well. Her inexperience only furthered his arousal. He knew she wanted to see where Semen came from, but he wasn't sure that he could control his growing lust. He could feel the urge to push her onto the table and take her, but he held himself, told himself to wait. His thoughts continued to form into a devious plan.
"It does." A sly smile hidden on his face, he leaned forward and whispered huskily, "But nothing makes it feel better than when it is inside of you." Heat instantly attacked Lily's face and also a deep desire to have it, his cock, inside of her, feeling it move in and out, having Mihawk pressed perfectly up against her. She wouldn't lie, she enjoyed each of the 'Love Making' sessions.
More so than any of that, she enjoyed Mihawk's company. She enjoyed being around him, his rich voice telling her stories, the way his golden bird like eyes watched over everything, over her. His hands, strong and rough, and yet they were the gentlest hands that had ever touched her. Over the course of the weeks that passed, Lily noticed a curious thing; her heart would thump louder and faster in her chest when he was near or when her thoughts turned to him.
She kept at a somewhat steady pace, every so often she'd speed up and switch hands, one would always be clasped around his cock and the other would be exploring the area around it. His hips, his thighs, his abs, the area around the base of his cock and his balls, she touched them curiously and gingerly watching closely and studying his expression.
"Then—then w-would you like to put it inside of me?" Lily's voice barely made it over a whisper. She slowed her hand motions, but her grip tightened.
Mihawk Grunted, a smirk placed on his face. He felt the tightening in his loins, the way his cock twitched in her hand; he knew he wasn't going to last long. It wasn't just her touch that was driving him to cum faster than he normally would, her face a cherry red; she bit gently into her bottom lip and the innocence that shone from her eyes as she stared up at him in wonder, it was all driving him mad. It was little things like those that were pushing him to his limits. He growled in frustration, his hands slipped from her hips to her ass, he dug his fingernails into its tender flesh.
"I will—" He grunted. "—But first, I said I'd show you where semen comes from." He growled as he felt his orgasm. Lily stared wide eyed at his cock as it twitched and shot it's clear-white liquid all over the front of her dress and her hands.
Lily flinched backwards at the sudden burst of liquid but Mihawk's firm hands kept her close to him. "Wah!" Lily shouted. "That's—that's semen?" She questioned quietly, staring at Mihawk's still firm cock and the liquid that now covered her hands and a good portion of the front of her dress, some of it dripped and slid down her leg, creating pools of the sticky liquid on Mihawk's pants and chair.
Mihawk said nothing; he simply stared at her as she played in his semen. She brought her coated hand up to her nose smelling it, she glanced at him, and as if he could read her mind he smiled deviously and nodded his head, giving her encouragement. Slowly she stuck her tongue of her parted pink lips and tasted the thick, creamy liquid.
"It doesn't taste too good." Lily stated, downhearted.
"Wahahahahahahaha!" Lily gripped Mihawk's soiled pants and leaned in close to him, her face redder than before.
"What's so funny?" Lily pouted, wiping her hands on her dress as Mihawk continued to laugh. Instead of getting an answer, Mihawk roughly pushed his lips to hers. Wine, red wine to be exact, was what the kiss tasted like and quite frankly Lily liked the taste a lot. She leaned forward into the rough kiss, her lips moving surprisingly with the same amount of vigor as Mihawk.
She pressed herself against him, pushing her chest into his, her hands resting on his shoulders. Mihawk gently gripped and massaged her ass cheeks, Lily moaned into the feverish kiss. Her hips moved ever so slowly against Mihawk's stiff member, teasing it with the softness between her legs.
Mihawk growled and pushed Lily onto the dining room table and wasted no time in ripping her panties from her body, all the while never breaking the kiss that they held. Mihawk's pants slowly slid down his legs as he pushed himself into Lily. He was slow and tantalizing as he forced himself in and out of her. Lily wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer to her body.
The need that burned inside of her would only be satisfied when Mihawk drowned it with his semen. Lily's fingers dug pleasurably into Mihawk's flesh. He groaned and pushed harder into her. Lily was losing herself to the pleasure building in her abdomen. Lily moaned over and over again, arching her body against him.
Mihawk felt an obsessive need to plant his seed into her but he held himself. Not yet, he couldn't cum until he was sure that Lily was on the verge of her own orgasm. He slowed his pace but pounded himself into with such force that it seemed that to shake the table underneath them. Mihawk grunted with satisfaction as Lily's head rolled on the table and a loud moan split from her lips. Just as Mihawk thought he was going to lose his mind to the pleasure, Lily arched closer to him and her pussy clamped and squeezed tightly to his penis.
Mihawk couldn't hold his own orgasm in any longer. With a soft kiss pressed to Lily's lips, Mihawk pushed his whole length inside of her and let his seed spill into her. Lily racked her fingers across his back as his hot cum filled her.
The longer Mihawk stayed inside of her, the more his arousal seemed to grow and before long he could feel his penis growing erect again. Lily sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his penis enlarge. Dazedly her eyes trailed down to where she was conjoined with Mihawk before her eyes snapped back up to his. He wore a devious smirk on his lips as he watched her.
And then without any warning, Mihawk scooped her up into his arms, his penis still inside of her. Lily clung to Mihawk. Half afraid she'd fall and half afraid she'd lose herself to the pleasure that she felt.
"M-Mihawk!" Lily squeaked as Mihawk bounced her against him.
"Let's go finish this in my room." Mihawk groaned and whispered into her ear seductively.
Nothing more came out of Lily's mouth except for gasps and moans. Mihawk made sure of that.