Couple: Zoro X Perona
Time placement: During the Time Skip (may or may not have happened, doesn't matter)
Tags: Asphyxiation, Brat, CNC, Deepthroat, Degradation, Doggy, Excessive Language, Facial, Hatefucking, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Spanking
Love to Hate You
Life in the dreary, dead country of the Shikkearu Kingdom of Kuraigana Island was nothing if not consistent. Every day Zoro would make his way out of the castle (though some days took longer than others) and there he would fight the Humandrils until what little light reached the island finally disappeared over the bleak horizon. Perona would then come to retrieve him, lest she lose the only other person she could really talk to. Despite this, the pair remained frigid with each other. Already Perona had left the green-haired swordsman to sleep in the field several times when his rough attitude grated on her nerves one too many times. Zoro had mixed feelings about this for, while he was able to train more without having to traverse the maze of the castle, he found that he did not heal as well without the bandages or a soft bed to sleep on.
Even now, as Perona used her limited but well-practiced medical knowledge to patch a cut in Zoro's side, the two barely exchanged a word. He bit down a wince as the medical alcohol stung, refusing to acknowledge her ability to cause him pain. Perona, in turn, had her large eyes narrowed, an annoyed frown across her lips. Her nimble fingers, having done the same action countless times since, expertly unwound the roll of cloth in her hand, the young woman trying to ignore the man's broad chest or defined muscles. The last of the bandages in her hand unrolled, Perona grunting as she was forced to stretch it so the clip would reach.
"You need to stop getting so hurt," she growled, abruptly standing and walking to the other side of the room. Zoro followed her with his good eye, the other hidden under a patch. Her black, lacy dress swished with every step she took. "We're running out of bandages and it's not like we can just ask Mihawk to go get more. If you use up everything else we have, you'll get infected by something and die."
"It almost sounds like you care," Zoro grunted.
"Hardly!" Perona shot back. "If you die, then the only other person I could talk to is Mihawk, and he talks even less than you do! At least back on Thriller Bark, I had my cute little animal zombies to talk to when I was avoiding Hogback and Absalom, and now I'm stuck here with you!"
"Well I'm in the same boat, crybaby! All of my friends are off Goda-knows-where, Mihawk's cut off my booze, and I'm here listening to you gripe and whine and complain!"
"It's not like there's anything else for me to do here!" Perona threw her arms up, her frown deepening. "My voice is the only good thing to listen to!"
"And I'm getting tired of it." Zoro rolled his eye, the image of this causing Perona's eyes to narrow.
"If you don't like it, then why don't you fill the silence with something other than the sounds of you grunting and yelling and fighting those uncute monkeys outside?" She stomped a foot, one arm gesturing toward the direction of the courtyard. The motion had the adverse effect of making her bountiful assets react to the movement, her black dress containing little support to limit such.
"If you're going to bitch and moan about it so much, maybe I will!" Zoro growled, standing. Though she had grown a couple inches since the start of their forced tenure, the swordsman still towered over her by half-a-head.
"The Hell are you going to do about it, huh?" Perona rose a hand, her pointer finger performing its namesake under Zoro's chin. "I haven't been able to get myself off since you arrived because of your stupid training, so you can say I'm a bit frustrated all around. The only thing that can shut me up when I'm like this is a good dicking, and I know you can't do that."
"The fuck did you just say?" the verdet spat.
"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Perona turned her back to him, exposing that her dress was open down to the curve of her spine. She waved a hand absently. "You haven't looked at me twice since you got here. Nooo, you're too focused on those monkeys and Mihawk and your hard, phallic weapons. It's no wonder. I guess all you swordsmen are gay, so that would make all the swordswomen out there massive sluts."
"Do not insult us," Zoro growled, his lips twisting into a snarl.
"Or what? Are you going to prove me wrong? I bet you don't have the balls. Or if by some chance you do, then you can't perform and I'll just be left disappointed and have to finish myself o-"
She gasped as Zoro's hand came around, grabbing her by the throat. He forced her to turn to stare him in the eye before shoving her back against the wall. His one good eye twitched, his scowl having deepened with her words. His eye, too, was shaded and Perona almost imagined a sinister gleam from the darkness.
She shivered, but not in fear.
"You need to watch what you say around people with big weapons," Zoro growled, Perona's slim hands coming up to tug at the fingers wrapped around her throat. He leaned over her. "Something you say might just piss them off."
"W-What are you going to do?" the rosette breathed, a wavering smirk on her face. "Rip my clothes off? Pull my h-hair? Y-You're too much of a pussy to d-do any of that."
"Keep saying shit like that and I'll find a new use for that mouth of yours."
"Y-Yeah, right." Zoro tightened his grip, Perona's eyes rolling a little as she tried to gasp, but her smirk stayed in place. Underneath her dress, her thighs pressed together as she started to get worked up. It wasn't like she was in danger from him; one Hollow and he'd be groveling and complaining about life. But that's not what she wanted from him.
Not today, anyway.
"C-Come on," she taunted, barely finding enough air to get the words out. "Rip my dress off. Y-You won't."
Zoro took the bait, his other hand reaching forward to hook his fingers around the black fabric between Perona's cleavage. One quick motion dragged the cloth down, the young woman's amble bosom bouncing as it was freed from the confines. Perona squeaked at the treatment, her hips wiggling in such a way that her tits swung. She could try to wave off the stiffness of her nipples as a side effect of the cold castle air, but to do so would be to tell an outright lie. She didn't have the breath for such a lie anyway. Said nipples were small, topping her pale breasts like the cherries atop vanilla ice cream, their redness a stark contrast. Zoro reached up, grabbing one nipple to twist it.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, biting her lower lip as her eyes unfocused. "S-So you actually do have some b-balls." Zoro gave another twist. "Ah, b-but I doubt your d-dick sizes up. You d-do carry three swords. Can you say 'overcompen-'? Ah!" Zoro released her nipple, his now-free hand reaching around and grabbed her by the hair.
"You better stop acting like a fucking brat," he growled, his shadow overshadowing her in a way that emphasized their difference in height.
"O-Or what, bitch?"
He pushed her against the wall again, the rough inequalities of the old stone digging into her exposed back.
"Or I'll treat you like a fucking brat."
"I'd like to s-see you try, dickless."
Zoro let go of Perona's throat, the young woman instinctively sucking in a full breath of air. His grip on her hair tightened, his greater strength forcing the female pirate to her knees. From her position, she could see the clear bulge in his dark pants and, despite the trickling of fluids rolling down hidden by her dress, she refused to give in so easily.
"Do you want something?" she questioned, giving him a scowl that almost looked more like a pout. She turned her head only for his fingers in her hair to push her back, making her look up at him.
"Get my cock out."
"Excuse me? I think you're telling me to do the impossible, since you don't have-"
"I said," Zoro emphasized with a pointed tug, "to get my fucking cock out."
"Ok, ok!" Perona groaned, her hands reaching for the hem of his pants. "It's not like you'll have anything impr..." She trailed off as she unsheathed the swordsman's natural sword, the organ swinging in the air before her. She swallowed, her black eyes following its movement as it swung like a pendulum before her. It pulsed lightly with the beat of the man's heart, growing slowly with each one. His balls hung behind, impressive in their own right and looking quite heavy. "O-Oh. Oh shit."
"What were you saying about overcompensation?" the verdet questioned, his free hand lifting his member and setting it on top of his bratty companion's face, forcing her to close one eye. It's length reached all the way from her chin to her hairline. Perona's breath hitched as Zoro grunted. "Huh, you actually look prettier with a cock on your face. It's certainly better than the resting bitch face you have normally."
"Fuck you."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe," she said. "You've got a big dick, so what. I doubt you know how to use-" Zoro pulled back, his dick sliding down Perona's face until its head rested on her pouty lips. Mid-word, he adjusted his hold on her hair and forced his cock into her mouth, cutting her off. "Mmph!"
"If you're just going to whine and complain, then I'll find a better use for that pretty, little mouth of yours."
"Mmphf!" Zoro kept a constant hold on her hair, giving a silent warning about what might happen if she tried to bite as he set his own, slow pace. Perona glared at him, unwilling and unable to say how describing anything about her as 'pretty and little' was a quick way to get her off. It certainly helped that the man was so tall and muscular, that it was her actions and taunting that resulted in his demeanor, not his own perverted nature.
"That's right," Zoro muttered, his dick going deeper into the rosette's mouth with each thrust. "You're finally making some sounds that don't grate on my ears. You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself."
He'd meant it in a sarcastic way, but little did he know that there was a puddle forming on the tile below her as the swordsman used her for his own pleasure. She tried to say something, but all the act did was send vibrations through his cock, heightening his enjoyment. In fact, it only drove him to go a little harder as the head of his cock reached the back of her mouth. Her hands rose, pressing against his solid legs, but Perona had never truly worked out in her life. Her physical strength was nothing compared to Zoro's. Her hands against his thighs sent a message he was ready to ignore, but the eyes are the windows to the soul, and her eyes staring up at him were telling a different story. So, with a push, the head of Zoro's cock forced its way into her throat.
Perona's eyes rolled as she was made to deepthroat the swordsman's cock, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. The skin of her neck bulged as Zoro forced his cock deeper.
"Ah, fuck," the verdet sighed. "Your little throat is so damn tight. That's right, gag on my dick."
Several seconds passed before he pulled back. Ropes of saliva that connected her lips to the slick rod that had, until previously, been jammed down Perona's throat slowly gave way under gravity's call. The pink-haired young woman coughed, gasping for air.
"You fucker," she hissed. "You can't just do that to me. I am the Godadammed Ghost Princess. You should be treating me like royalty!"
"Royalty?" Zoro echoed, poking her lips with the head of his cock. "You know what we pirates say to royalty? Fuck you."
He shoved his organ back down her throat, the skin there distending. This time, however, the pace he set was not so slow, the man skullfucking the woman that had been annoying him since he arrived in this dreary place. Tears prickled Perona's eyes, the buildup and subsequent fall of them smearing her eyeliner. Her hands moved from his legs, one appendage unconsciously slipping under her dress while the other grabbed her chest. She pinched and played with both her nipple and her clit, moaning around the flesh down her insides.
GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK
The sounds of their activity echoed through the room, highlighted for Perona by the slapping of the swordsman's balls against her shin. Her watery eyes stared up at him, her eyeliner little more than uneven black lines running down her cheeks. This highlighted how red her cheeks were getting, but Zoro attributed this to her difficulty breathing thanks to the rock-hard obstruction she was currently deepthroating.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Zoro moaned, his words causing Perona's eyes to widen. His fingers tensed, forcing her head down as he thrust his hip up, holding her there as his cock pulsed against the walls of her throat. With a moan, Zoro unleashed his first load down her throat, the man's body seizing as each pulse shot another rope of semen into Perona's waiting stomach. At the same time, Perona tensed, a wave of juices splashing across the floor from her dripping pussy.
Zoro pulled back, the woman's lips forming a seal to catch the com covering his cock as it exited her, the salty taste lingering on her tongue. Even so, she turned as soon as Zoro let go of her head, coughing to the side as she tried to clear her abused throat.
"Motherfucker," she cursed, wiping her lips for posterity's sake. "At least you're a damn quickshot."
"I'm sorry, did you think we were done?"
"W-What?" Perona turned, finding the swordsman's cock was still as hard as before. "Oh fuck," she sighed.
"Now stand up and bend your ass over the bed."
"Excuse me?" the rosette demanded. "The Hell makes you think I'll take orders from you?"
"That puddle between your legs." Perona flushed as Zoro reached down, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her to her wobbly feet. Her dress slipped to the floor, soaking in the aforementioned puddle of her arousal as its lost revealed the soaked, pink panties she was wearing. They had a little ribbon and all, the best way to describe them being 'cute.' The Ghost Princess' cheeks puffed out, coloring, even as a trail of clear juices slid down her leg. "Now, will you go willingly or do I have to drag you over like a bad girl?"
"And what happens if you have to drag me? A spanking?"
Zoro's one good eye gleamed, sending a shiver down Perona's spine. He grabbed her by the nipple, pulling her along toward the bed where she'd just bandaged him. He sat, forcing her to bend over across his lap where his hard cock pressed against her stomach. While one hand held her tit, keeping her down with an iron grip, the other slid along her backside.
"What's this?" the man smirked, his fingers coming away wet. "I thought so. You're just a cute little masochist, aren't you."
"I-I am not!"
Zoro frowned, spanking her with a hard slap. Perona's head snapped back, a breathy moan coming from her.
"If you lie to me again, I'll spank you even harder," the man threatened. "Understood?"
"Y-You wouldn't-"
SMACK!
"Understood?"
"Y-Yes," Perona squeaked, wiggling slightly.
"Good. Now, let's get these things out of the way." His fingers hooked under the only fabric Perona was still wearing, a quick tug ripping them away.
"Those were my favorite panties, you asshole!"
SMACK! "Shut up!" Zoro ordered. "You will only talk when I ask you a question. You wanted this to happen, didn't you?"
"N-No, I-" SMACK! "Fuuuuck..."
"Your voice actually sounds fine when you moan like that," Zoro chuckled.
"Fuck off." SMACK! "Oooohh..."
"I'll ask again. Did you want this to happen?"
"No!" SMACK! "Ok, yes, you asshole! Damn."
SMACK! "What was that?"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I wanted this!"
Zoro grinned, resting his hand over Perona's reddening ass. Two of his fingertips wiggled into her dripping pussy.
"Why did you want this?"
"B-Because-" SMACK!
"Faster."
"Because I'm a horny little slut!" Perona admitted, Zoro working his fingers into her pussy again. "My toys were left behind on Thriller Bark and watching you work out got me so fucking hot and bothered! I hate that you're hot and dominant and have a big dick!"
"Now was that so hard?" the swordsman questioned. "Next, what do you want now?"
"I don't under-" SMACK! "I-I mean I-" SMACK! "I want you to fuck me, motherfucker! I was teasing you and being a needy little brat! I wanted to make you mad so you'd fuck me hard!"
"I thought so." Zoro stood, shoving the rosette down onto the bed. Perona's ass was bright red, her legs shaking as she got her arms under her. She looked back, eyeliner still streaking her face, as her eyes pleaded. The young woman wiggled her ass.
"Just fuck me already," she begged. "Don't be a pussy and mess me up. Show me you can do one fucking thing right, you bastard!"
Zoro spanked her again, Perona's cry of enjoyment devolving into a happy moan as he grabbed her hips and probed her folds. She bit her lip as her head lowered, accentuating her ass and hips. One hand stayed on her tailbone as the other slid up her spine, reaching her hair. Zoro took hold, forcing her back to arch.
"Yesss," she moaned as the hard organ parted her lower lips and filled her nethers. "Come on, asshole! Make me scream!" SMACK! "Fuck!"
"You're so useless," Zoro grunted, burying his cock to the hilt inside her. "You can't do a damn thing around here and all you do is laze around."
"Like you can do any better," Perona breathed, his hips driving into hers. "You couldn't find your way out of the paper bag and you would have fucking died a dozen times if I wasn't patching you up."
Zoro dragged her upward, holding Perona up by her hair. The Ghost Princess' hands came up to grab at her roots, alleviating that pain and keeping Zoro from pulling her hair ourt but the action still had her all but suspended on her knees. Zoro continued to drive into her from behind, her tits now free to swing with each hard thrust.
"Fuck me up," the rosette ordered. "That's my g-spot right there. Fucking use me, you bastard. I'm so close. I'm so fucking close."
"Well I'm not," the verdet growled, his free hand reaching around to grab one of Perona's tits. He kneaded the nipple there between his fingers, Perona letting out a long moan at the action. "Damn it's good to show you how much you piss me off."
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop! If you stop, I will suck away every bit of happiness you'd ever feel again. Fuuuuck!" Perona writhed, unable to stay still as the stimulation drove her to euphoria. "Shit shit shit, I'm so close! I hate you but you fuck so good!"
Zoro smirked. He'd finally gotten a bead on Perona's wants and desires and, as fun as it would be to deny her such, the retaliation he'd receive for it would be tenfold. Certainly not worth it. In that case, the better he pleasured her here, the less troublesome fights they'd have in the future. Knowing this, he leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her ear.
"Come on, you cute little slut," he whispered, speaking a combination of words he never thought he'd say. His hand left her tits to grab her throat. "Cum for me. You're not a woman; you're a little girl who will do anything for a good fucking. You act like a bitch because you want to be treated like a bitch. Now cum on that big cock you hate so much, princess."
"!" The whispered words drove Perona over the edge, the woman trying to scream as an orgasm ripped through her, but the hand around her throat cut off her air and muffled her sounds. The world spun in her vision, the Ghost Princess nearly forgetting who it was driving her mad.
Zoro kept pounding, even as the walls of Perona's gushing pussy clenched and spasmed around him. The smacking of flesh hitting flesh echoed and Zoro could feel the vibrations in her throat as she tried to scream, to vocalize the pleasure she felt, but cutting off her banshee-like voice was only too satisfying. He pounded her through her orgasm, dragging it out longer and longer. Perona lost the strength in her arms, said appendages falling to hang at the woman's sides limply.
Zoro let go, leaving the cross-eyed and thoroughly-fucked rosette to fall over. A smirk crawled over the verdet's face, the man pulling her around so her face was staring up at him. His cock, shimmering in her juices, hung over her as he started to stroke.
"You finally have nothing to say," he grinned. "Peace and quiet at last. Now take my damn load and shut yourself up unless you want this to happen again." He moaned, several ropes shooting from the head of his cock to paint Perona's face white. Her mouth opened after the first shot, catching some of it on her tongue even as the rest of it covered her forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin.
The swordsman stood there, panting, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down on the woman who had done nothing but insult him and yell in his ear since he arrived. Seeing her now, silent, cross-eyed, and with a stupid grin on her face, sent a rush through him. He'd done this. He'd finally shut her up and earned himself some silence.
Bereft of energy now, Zoro sat on the bed. The motion caused Perona to shift, the young woman sliding to the floor with a wump head-first. The impact seemed to wake her up, the rosette coming up to glare at Zoro.
"Don't just let me fall, asshole!" she yelled. "Just because I can take a pounding doesn't mean you get to treat me like an object! You need to treat me like a princess!"
"You don't get to tell me what to do when you've got my cum dripping down your face!" Zoro rebuffed. "You're so damn annoying! You couldn't stay quiet for another few minutes?"
"If you hadn't pushed me off the bed, maybe I would have!"
"Then get on your Godadammed knees so I can shut you up again!"
"Make me, you noodle-dicked prick!"
"I fucking will!"
Down a floor and across the atrium, sitting at the dining room table, the Warlord 'Hawk-Eye' Mihawk turned a page of his newspaper, closed his eyes, and sighed.
"Do those two really think this any sort of quiet? Stupid children."
Fin
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