This story is about to come to a close. So just be ready for it folks. I really appreciate ya'll being so patient with my long ass updates. Some times writers block hits and then everything comes out as trash. This chapter is super short because for the life of me I didn't know how to add some stuff in there and I'm not too happy with it but It'll do and hopefully the next chapter will be longer and way better.

Thank you all for bearing with me during this awfully terrible writer block time!

Mihawk crumbled the small piece of paper and patted the courier hawk on its head. He stood up slowly from his seat. Within a few moments he was hovering over Lily's unconscious form. She was wrapped heavily in blankets and a cold cloth draped on her forehead. She had no fever the last few times Mihawk checked her but her cheeks remained bright red and it seemed that no matter how little or how many blankets he put on her, she was constantly sweating and shivering.

Her clumsiness increased to the point that Mihawk refused to allow her to go anywhere without him. She'd hold her stomach and her face would twist into an ugly expression, but she'd never say anything. Even when Mihawk knew she was in pain, she'd kept herself silent.

Mihawk said nothing. He pretended not to see her agonized looks… and yet he couldn't ignore them. No matter how much medicine or what kind of medicine he had given her, it just didn't seem to work. And for the first time, He felt the limitations on his knowledge. Opened wounds, Battle wounds he could deal with. Physical wounds that could be patched up and healed were all he knew give or take a few of the illnesses that he's encountered but his knowledge was limited.

And that infuriated him. He knew nothing of how to help her. All he could do was give her fever remedies and pain medications and just hope that it would work.

Her vomiting stopped after the first few days. Since the moment of her affliction, Mihawk moved her into his room permanently. While she slept, He stayed close by, looking out the window and growing ever so impatient as Lily's illness continued to wreak havoc on her body.

Mihawk stared out the window. There were few white fluffy clouds hanging in the bright blue sky as the sun lingered over head. The ocean shined and sparkled in the distance. A few of the thriving plant life on the island shifted slightly with the light breeze that caressed the island.

For a moment, Mihawk let his mind wander to the image of Lily dancing in the ruins outside of his castle. She'd dance in the ruins and smile at the flowers that grew in strange places, and then he'd take her, right there, out in the open. And he wouldn't care.

Because she was his and he didn't care who saw.

Mihawk was ready to draw blood. He knew it would take a while for that man to show up but as Lily's symptoms grew worse. His patience wore thin. Lily was fighting it, Mihawk could see that. Every time she'd wake up, she'd look up at him and smile. There were days that she would almost seem better but Mihawk knew it was only temporary.

"Lily." Mihawk spoke soft and sternly to her as she played with the bowl of steaming food on her plate. "If you're not going to eat, you're going to have to get in the shower."

Lily looked up from the food in front of her and nodded her head slightly, pushing the small stand away from her as Mihawk slowly removed the blankets from Lily. Slowly She moved her legs and draped them over the side of the bed.

With one scoop of the arms, Mihawk gathered Lily in his arms, gently and easily. He lifted her and easily carried her across the room into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he filled the tub with luke warm water, adding soap to the water as it filled inside the tub.

She looked pale and thinner. But she smiled up at him like she didn't' have a care in the world. For some reason that angered him, she was sick, possibly dying, and she didn't have a care in the world. Though, his mind reasoned, she's just trying to mask her pain. Lily had refused to call him when she's in pain. She's refused to tell him what hurts and where, and as a result she has fallen more times than he can count because of her sheer stubbornness.

Once the tub was filled up, Mihawk shut off the water and slowly turned towards Lily. Her cheeks pale and her eyes.. those eyes still shined like the ocean in the sunlight. Lily smiled brightly at him. And for a minute there was an almost overwhelming painful stabbing in his chest. As sick as she was it still surprised him how beautiful and innocent she still looked... Even when he had defiled her.

And in that moment as He looked at her he felt a pang of guilt. He defiled her with his hands and body and she let him. She gave him no resistance... She even went as far as asking to learn from him. Mihawk couldn't help but wonder how much of her innocence her corrupted with his filth.

As if sensing his dark thoughts, Lily reached out and grab his hand that he had subconsciously clenched at his side and brought it to her chest. With her free hand she removed her dresses straps from her shoulders, freeing her body of all clothing. Lily stepped closer to him, still holding on to his hand, gently she brought his hand to her lips and began to press her lips lightly to the back of his hand. Without resistance she easily pried open his clenched fist, turned his hand over and gently pressed her lips to the inside of his palm.

"You are kind." She kissed his hand again and pressed his open hand against her chest. "You are strong." Lily stepped as close to him as she could get, instinctively he placed his free hand on her naked back, gently pressing her closer, as if possible. "And so very handsome." Lily released his hand and slid her hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders, she then stood on her tippy toes and just as gently as she kissed his palm, she gently kissed his lips.

His hand dropped from her chest and met with his other hand on her back as he relished in her soft and gentle kisses. When she pulled away from him, her blue eyes shown with an emotion he couldn't quite place. "You shouldn't get into the bath with all these clothes on Mihawk." With a blush and light giggle, Lily slid one of her hands down from his shoulders until it reached the hem of his pants, soon-after it was joined by her other hand.

"Is that so?" Mihawk remained as still as ever as Lily's hands worked to unbutton his pants. Never once did she break eye contact with him. Never once did she appear to be ashamed. Never once did that ever so heart-wrenchingly soft look her eyes falter.

And it broke him inside.

With a fire burning inside of him, Mihawk shoved Lily against the cold, stone bathroom wall. She yelped as her back made contact with the cold and rough material but Mihawk silenced her with his lips pressing down hard on hers as his hand forced its way between her legs. She sighed into the kiss as his fingers practically melted into her already drenched folds. She grabbed a hold of his shirt and began to tug at it desperately trying to get it off of him. With reluctance Mihawk pulled away from her, ripping off his shirt and stripping out of his pants, he grabbed lily by her waist until she wrapped her legs around his hips as he pushed her back against the wall.

"Is this what you wanted Lily?" Her body wiggled against him as one arm wrapped around his neck and the other slipped down his body until it reached his hard and eager cock. As she grabbed it and positioned it right at her eager sex, Lily placed her forehead against his and grinned like he'd never seen before. So mischievous and playful, and then she slid down ever so slightly, closing her eyes and moaning out, until his cock filled her very core.

When there was no more left of him to fit inside of her, Lily opened her eyes wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him harder than ever before. "That's what I wanted." The excitement in her eyes and the playful grin on her lips sent him into overdrive. He pressed her hard into the wall as he drove himself in and out of her. The harder she gripped his shoulders and the louder she moaned his name, the harder he thrusted until he was sure she was going to bruise and even then he continued his painfully rough thrusts. There was no complaints from Lily, not even when he surprised himself and bite her shoulder.

"I Love you, Mihawk." It was that short phrase that sent him over the edge. He exploded inside of her at those little words.

It was in that moment he knew what that look her eyes was. And it was in that moment that he knew he would never let her go.

Ever.

As Mihawk helped Dry Lily off, he would clearly see the damage he had done to her back. Already there was dark red marks on her shoulder blades and her lower back from where her back repeatedly slammed into the hard, rough concrete bathroom wall. Even more so was the large bruise forming on her neck from where he bit her in his moment of ecstasy. Gently he brushed over these areas with the plush towel, if there was any tenderness from the areas, Lily didn't show it. Once she was all dried, Mihawk helped Lily into one of her lacy nighties, a cute dull pink with blue lace on the bottom.

Instead when it was Mihawk's turn to dry himself off, Lily grabbed the towel from Mihawk while leaning up on him and giving him a kiss on the lips. Slowly she wiped down his back, starting at his shoulders until she reached his feet. Once done with his back she slowly moved over to her his front, Mihawk couldn't help himself from growing erect when he looked down. As she slowly worked her way up with the towel, her blue eyes locked with his as she reacted his hardening cock.

"Lily, I think that's enough." Lily could hear the warning in Mihawk's voice, however, his warning fell on deaf ears. Lily dropped the towel onto the ground as she tenderly wrapped her hands around his cock. Mihawk took in an almost inaudible intake of air as Lily hesitantly wrapped her lips around his cock, all the while staring up him. Mihawk's hands lightly gripped Lily's head, easily guiding her to bob on his cock. It was the gentlest Blow Job he had ever received and yet he was more turned on then ever.

IT was so slow and hesitant and the way she kept looking up at him was driving him purely mad.

This woman was driving him literally insane.

And he liked it.

God he loved it.

The way her body moved against his when they had sex. The way she moaned when he touched her, the way she melted in his hands; the way she slept, curled next to him; the way she laughed; her smile, the way she stared at him so focused and ecstatic when he told her of the old stories. The way she looked at him.

He loved it all.

Tenderly Mihawk brought Lily to her feet, kissed her hard on her lips and pushed her onto the bed.

"Mihawk?" Lily gently broke the kiss and stared up at him. "Did you not like it?"

Mihawk kissed her hard and pushed himself against her before answering. "I loved it."