Eventually, the three of you left your quarters and stepped into the elevator that would lead to the top floor. You tapped your foot, anxious to be out with both men and not be in a business setting. Your right hand is suddenly snatched up and you watch as Doflamingo threads his fingers with yours. He gives a squeeze and you blush at the sweet gesture.
"Stop worrying. No one will bother us out there." Crocodile grouches to your left. He can see the nerves radiating from your body and despite himself, he can feel irritation rise. Had the three of you not just had a rather lovely talk about being together? Not to mention that you had been fine before Doflamingo arrived when you went out with him. So what had changed?
"Yeah, Angel," Doffy cooed and kissed your knuckles. He had noticed your rising nerves as well and wanted you to go back to your playful self, "Who cares what those peasants out there think. They are nothing to beings like us." he voiced, tone dripping in arrogance.
You frown a bit and look straight so that neither can see your face. You know that both these men were full of themselves, arrogant beyond belief. Your mind casts back to the last time that you really cared about their violent actions, and you find yourself struggling to remember. You've worked for these men for several years now, and you've been told that you were impressionable before. What's to say that you'd not adopted their way of thinking? You have never been arrogant in nature, but You could do a pretty damn good job ignoring the people and the urchins that surrounded Doflamingo and Crocodile.
You clear your throat, tugging up Doffy's hand to kiss the back of his knuckles, "You're right, both of you are," you announce, tone fond, "Like usual."
Doflamingo puffs up like the bird he is named after and a smug smile plays across his lips. "Well of course we are. We know what's best for our little girl." He coos and drops to press a kiss to the top of your head.
Crocodile scoffs and then drops his flesh hand to squeeze the back of her neck gently. "Don't you trust us to take care of you?" He murmurs and you feel yourself flush at his possessive tone. His fingers creep into your hair and give it a solid tug before completely withdrawing.
You clear your suddenly thick throat. "Well, of course I do." You whisper and that seems to be the only answer the two warlords need. The rest of the ride is made in silence, though Doflamingo couldn't seem it keep his hands to himself. You had to swat his hand away from your backside more than a couple of times.
It was mid-morning and the desert heat had yet to crest, which gave Crocodile and Doflamingo the perfect opportunity to escrow their little girl around and buy whatever she laid her eye on. While Rainbase wasn't as rich in capital or as much of a resort as Dressrosa and its surrounding cities, it still hosted plenty of finer establishments that even Crocodile had purchased from.
The dark-haired warlord leads them through the busy streets and the citizens part like the sea for the two imposing men. It was rare enough for Crocodile to tour the streets, so it was a shock to many to see not one but two warlords in their city. You stayed between the two men, hidden away with their long coats, and only glimpsed when admiring a stall.
"Can we go to the Bazaar?" You ask as you walk. You never really take any time for yourself when with the warlords, so you've not had the opportunity to see the many different stalls and vendors that make up the massive market on the east side of RainBase.
"The Bazaar?" Crocodile grumbles and eyes you. He and Doflamingo share a look. Neither really wanted to go and run elbows with the lower-class citizens, but if this was something you wanted to do, then they could deal with it for a little while.
"Fine. But we are picking the next place we go." Crocodile concedes and turns on his heel to take his lovers to the Bazaar, the opposite direction he'd been taking them.
"Okay!" You gush and speed up to catch up with Crocodile. Their legs were far longer than yours would ever be. The men share a grin this time, glad they had agreed with the detour after seeing how you lit up in excitement.
You darted forward and out of their protective cage as soon as your eyes landed on the bright fabrics and dyes of the Bazaar. It was loud and smelled amazing with the number of food stalls that had been set up in between the other stalls that sold a variety of things. You stopped at the first stall that didn't have a very large line and gawked at the beautiful craftsmanship of several hair jewels. You stroked the silver chair of a necklace and smiled at the sound of the tiny bells attached to it.
The next stall had various fabrics dyed in bright colors that would still keep you cool in the desert heat. You gushed over the delicate fabrics, completely distracted from the fact that your two warlords couldn't find you in the sea of bodies.
You were so excited that you'd darted off without a thought to the two men keeping you between them. With how thick the crowds were, they lost you within seconds, leaving the two men to try and find you without causing an uproar.
You make it the two more stalls when Doflamingo suddenly spots you pointing at a royal purple fabric. He grins and actives his devil fruit, flying through the air and landing right beside you. The stall owners and other patrons scream in shock, but his best girl simply turns and grins up at Doflamingo with the fabric held tight in her hands.
"Look!" You gush and Crocodile appears with a swirl of sand. You don't notice the angry looks on their faces. "It's such a pretty purple, Think I could make a cloak?" She rambled on and then squeaked when Doflamingo suddenly dropped down and scooped you up. The wind was rushing and when you opened your eyes, the fabric was gone and the three of you were in the middle of a deserted alleyway.
The warlords loom over you, Crocodile's eyes dark and angry. You would bet your life's savings that Doflamingo looked just as mad under his glasses. You find yourself shrinking down under their gazes, teeth chewing your lip.
"Do not ever do that again." Doflamingo snarls and your heart thumps loudly in your chest at the deadly tone of his voice. His hands come down and grip your shoulders harshly enough to leave bruises. You wince at the pain, but it does nothing to deter your lover from getting in your face. "Someone could have taken you, and it would have been our fault for not keeping you close. You don't want us to lose you, right?" He presses and you quickly shake your head.
"No! No, I'm sorry!" You tell them and reach up to grasp at his wrists. Tears well up in your eyes and your blurry vision catches sight of Crocodile looking just as disappointed in your actions.
"Are you sorry?" Crocodile rumbles and lifts an unamused brow at your trembling form. It had taken them more than twenty minutes to find their girl and his frustration was still running high. He had half a mind to take them back to the Casino and lock her in her room like a child. "I don't know if you are." He comments meanly.
You wilt even further into yourself. You hadn't meant to worry them! "I won't run off again. I'm sorry, Crocodile." You plead lowly. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You've only been with these two for such a short time and already you fear the thought of them leaving you behind. Your life had already revolved around the two men, and exploring your relationship with them had made you realize just how much they had come to mean to you, even if some of the things you felt for them confused you.
"Fu fu fu." Your head is jerked up by long fingers and you are forced to stare into colored lenses. "Maybe you should show us how sorry you are, Angel." Doflamingo coos and his anger seems to have moved on to lust. He stares down at you like a cat who got the cream and you shiver at the intense look.
Before you can answer, Crocodile is speaking up. "Carry her. Too many people around here to watch." He ordered and then swept away to lead them to his original destination.
Doflamingo does as ordered and scoops you up, tucking you close and fluffing his pink coat up to hide you away from prying eyes. While they weren't ashamed to flaunt you, neither wanted to give you the chance to somehow slip off again.
He follows after the dark warlord, kicking and knocking people out of the way of his large frame when they don't move quickly enough. Crocodile scoffs at his petty behavior but says nothing, instead silently directing the pink warlord and his charge to a building made out of lacquered wood and dark accents. Inside, an attendant appears out of nowhere and escorts the three to the back without a word.
Doflamingo unravels his arms from around your frame and sets you on a raised platform. Mirrors surround you in a semicircle on your left and you flush when you realize that this is what Crocodile and Doflamingo meant by getting you new clothes.
"Strip." Crocodile orders, tone clipped and to the point. You stare at him for a beat too long and Crocodile snaps his fingers in your face, "I know you aren't deaf, Doll." he grumbles lowly and peers at you with annoyed, half-lidded eyes. Doflamingo takes a seat in the chair obviously meant for his bigger stature and props his chin on his fist.
You flinch back away from the sudden sound, eyes wide and you look between them, but Doflamingo seems to be enjoying the pitiful display you make. Without a word, you reach for the belt that holds your desert clothes tight around your body. You wanted to dress sensible in the heat, but the building that Crocodile had brought you to was nice and cool. Your hands shake as you untie your belt and drop it to the floor. The sound is loud in the quiet room and when You glance up, Crocodile has left your space to settle into a chair beside Doffy's.
"Don't stop, Angel," Doflamingo says, and you nod. The tan fabric comes next and it slithers to the floor in waves, leaving you in a simple black ensemble. The cold air in the store makes you shiver, and Doffy's tongue lulls out to lick his lips when he spies your hard nipples peaking in the thin fabric of your bra.
"Stay like that," Crocodile rumbles and seconds later, the same attendant from earlier comes in and begins to take your measurements. You work with the older woman, turning this way and that whenever she instructs you, and soon she is gone out of the same door she'd come in. With her gone, a tense silence settles over the room. You eye the two men and blush when you find them staring at you. Their gazes are hot and lingering, like the touch of a lover.
"What's going on?" You ask softly, nervously. You don't want to make your lovers any more upset.
Crocodile smirks and digs in his pocket to pull out a cigar case and light one up. The acidic smoke makes you sneeze once and you blush when Doflamingo laughs at you. However, the question doesn't annoy him and the dark warlord slumps a bit more comfortably in the chair.
"Picking out clothes for you, of course," He says and then gestures to the remaining fabric that covers your body, "Now take those off. Mrs. Tamayo will bring us new things for you to try on."
You flush when you hear his words. He wants you to take everything off? What if someone came in? You bite your lip and look at them. Doflamingo can easily see your hesitation and sighs heavily, a pout forming on his lips as he focuses it on you.
"Not being shy, are you Angel?" The bird cooed and you felt heat gather in your chest at his condescending tone, "Scared someone will come in, take a peek at you?" He continues and you bite your lips hard enough to hurt. This is what you want, you remind yourself. A relationship with these two men meant dealing with whatever curveball they decided to throw at you. This would just be one of many challenges you would have to rise to the occasion for.
You drop your hands from where you were clutching your arms and then reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You toss it to the floor and shiver when the cool air hardens your nipples. Despite how you landed in the situation, you can't help but feel aroused when you look at your lovers and see that their gaze has never left your form.
Doflamingo adjusts himself, feeling his cock begin the harden at just the sigh of his precious assistant stripping for them. His legs spread wide, and he casually reaches down and unbuttons his flashy pants. The bird isn't wearing underwear and Crocodile can just see the blonde happy trail out of the corner of his eye. Their attention is caught by you again when your damp panties join the pile of fabric on the floor.
You stand stark naked, shivering a bit until you get used to the cold and Doffy feels his mouth water at the sight of you. Sure, he'd gotten a taste of your sweet core the first night he had arrived, but that didn't mean that Doffy didn't yearn for more. However...His expression clears, and his usual smile flattens into a thin line. The pink warlord sees you gulp and feels satisfaction that you know he isn't pleased with you right now. You had worried them, and so soon after they had gotten you too!
You jump when there is a sudden knock on the door, and Crocodile stands to answer it, leaving you and Doflamingo alone for the first time since before the start of your new relationship. You look at him, locking eyes even past the ever-present glasses and then he is there.
His big hand grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open and sliding his long tongue inside so far that you feel yourself gag on the appendage. Spit leaks past your swollen lips and his free hand swats your backside harshly when you go to kiss him back, "No," Doflamingo hisses, and he pulls back far enough to speak. "You will not move, and you will let me take what I want." He demands and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, "Nod if you understand."
You dip your head up and down, already feeling lust drunk on his kiss alone. Doflamingo smiles at you, expression turning soft and he leans in to place a feather-light kiss on your lips. You know better than to kiss back this time, "What a good girl for me," he whispers and pulls away again to admire the dazed look on your face. You look ravishing to him and he leans into such bruises into the pale skin of your neck. He makes sure to target the ones that had been left behind from the other night, relishing in the breathy gasps you let out at the pain.
His free hand massages the globe of your ass before he pulls back and smacks the flesh again. You clutch at his arms as you jolt forward, eyes wide and you feel heal curl low in your belly. You vaguely wonder if you will drip on the floor with how wet you are. His long fingers brush against your labia and tug your folds open with two fingers, exposing you to the air and causing you to shiver violently.
A while suddenly escapes your throat when a finger thicker than Doflamingo's swipes through your lower lips. Your eyes bulge and you bow forward when that finger explores further, pressing against your entrance before pulling away to leave you cold and shaking.
"Well, well," Crocodile rumbles behind you and his slick finger comes into view, reminding you of that night in his office. "Already trying to ruin the new clothes that I bought you," He holds out his hand and Doflamingo leans in to wrap his lips around Crocodile's slick-covered finger. He groans as he pulls away, licking his lips obscenely as he stares at you.
You flush all the way down to your toes, "I-I'm sorry," You stutter out and clutch at Doflamingo's arm for some kind of stability. These two men overwhelm you constantly, making you feel wobbly and out of touch with yourself.
"Kuha ha ha," The tilting laugh makes you shake in their hold. Crocodile tips your head back and then leans in, kissing you slowly, nipping your lips, and sucking gently on your tongue, "No reason to be sorry for that, Doll," he says and then disappears from your back. Doflamingo follows after untangling himself from you and settles back in his chair. You eye them both, feeling nervous but a bit more comfortable with this than you had been before Doflamingo jumped you. You are a little confused about the sudden change of pace but decide not to question it. They must still be upset with you for running off earlier.
Crocodile moving a large clothing rack into the room grabs your attention. It is full of all sorts of clothing, from beachwear to businesswear. A box of underthings sits below on a small cart and you wonder just how many outfits you would be trying on. The dark warlord moves through the hangers, frowning and grumbling under his breath on occasion as he dismisses some of the items brought in. He does the same with the box below and sets his choices down on a nearby hanging rack and table set aside for the patrons. You watch with rapt attention until he is done. This is a side of Crocodile you had yet to see, a man of fashion.
"Crocoboy keeps trying to get me to change my way of dress," Doflamingo comments when he catches you watching the other man, "So, he's probably overjoyed to have a little doll to dress up."
Crocodile scoffs from where he lays the new outfits out. He'd a dress or two for any special occasion that may come up, and while he had chosen clothes that he wanted to see you in, Crocodile had also taken your style into consideration and chosen several button-ups made of imported silk from the New World. The same could be said for the undergarments he had chosen, "Even if you did dress in the clothes I put out for you," Crocodile snarks and cuts a glare over at Doflamingo, "Your coat would cover all my hard work."
You giggle at their back and forth, glad to be a part of this. Crocodile beacons you over and you carefully step off the elevated platform to go to his side. He hands you several sets of underwear and lacy bras. "Try those on. Tell me which ones you like the most," he orders and you nod dutifully and scurry back to the platform. He probably wouldn't be happy if you just changed then and there.
You go through them all, some too lacey for your taste and some little more than a thin piece of fabric that hardly covers anything. The bright pink set ended up being Doffy's favorite, so those were placed in the keep pile. Crocodile preferred the complicated lingerie that took you an embarrassingly long time to put on, but you couldn't deny that the silky fabric made you feel sexy. Finally, you chose your favorite as well and Crocodile allowed you to see them on, for now.
Next came the outfits themselves. You tried on clothes for what felt like hours, and indeed, several had passed by the time you were done modeling for the men. Doflamingo took pity on you at some point and fetched you a snack and a drink when he could see the slumped line of your shoulders after an hour and a half into the show. Crocodile was far too busy thinking about where they would be putting your new things in his rooms. You were happy but tired by the end of it and Doflamingo buttoned up your shirt for you, touching you when and where he could.
"How are you feeling, Angel?" Doflamingo asks you and strokes your hair away from your face. You give him a tired smile.
"I'm fine, Doffy," You assure him. This trip hadn't turned out how you thought it might have, "I had a lot of fun, actually," you admit and he begins to laugh as he herds you towards the exit.
"Hear that, Crocy?" He exclaims and Crocodile joins the two of you after he finishes speaking with Mrs. Tamayo, "She said she enjoyed the trip. Looks like you finally have that shopping partner," he crows and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into when Crocodile eyes you with a new sort of interest.
"Mhm, Good. I needed someone competent," He snarks and Doflamingo lets out an overdramatic gasp at the slight against his fashion. You snort at them, squinting when the sun suddenly assaults you. The boutique had been rather dark inside, so it took you a while for your eyes to adjust. Crocodile and Doffy hover around you protectively when you are finally able to see, and you aren't too sure how to feel about the fact that they still don't seem to trust you after earlier. It makes you anxious to think about what they might want from you to fix this slight.
"Let's get back to the casino," Crocodile says and turns on his heel to guide them north. The trip back is much shorter than the trip out and soon the three of you were enjoying a late lunch back on the upper balcony of the lounge. You hum a song you no longer know the name of as you finish up and push your plate aside. Your eyelids are heavy and you feel tired and satisfied after your lunch and date. Crocodile puffs his cigar, golden eyes watching you as you slump in your seat. He waits until you have dozed off before he stands and grabs Doflamingo's attention.
"She can not do that again," Crocdile says, voice low enough that he would not wake you. Doflamingo nods easily in agreement and sips from his glass of some fruity cocktail. They have never had much of a reason to worry for one another, they could take care of themselves after all, but you? You were normal, human, and delicate. Crocodile had seen you whine over a simple papercut more than once, or sore feet at the end of a long day.
"She's soft. vulnerable. We need to keep her safe," Doffy says and shifts in his seat so he can turn a hand around Crocodile's wrist right below the deadly hook. Crocodile and Doflamingo lived harsh lives and grew up with an even worse childhood, so they couldn't lose the one good, soft thing in their lives.
"We will, and she'll show us how sorry she really is for running off on us," Crocodile grunts and sucks harshly on his cigar. The ash falls and blows away in the desert winds and he stands from his chair after snuffing the cigar, "Come on."
Doflamingo eagerly stands, scooping your sleeping form up in his arms and cradling you close. He admires your softness and sighs happily at the feeling of your hair against his chest. You snuggle against him in your sleep and Doffy dips to press a kiss to your brow.
Inside the bedroom, Doflamingo strips you of your new clothes with ease, his devil fruit power making it easy to manipulate your clothes without waking you up. You lay naked on the massive bed on your back, exposed to both of the men's greedy gazes. Crocodile undresses, hanging his coat up and neatly folding away his clothes. He debates for a moment and then takes his hook off as well. He feels bare without it, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make for now. He crawls into bed with you and tugs your body up and against his chest. You grumble at being moved and slowly wake.
"Croco? Doffy?" you murmur and turn to snuggle into the plush chest under you. A blazing heat settles on your other side and you peek open your eyes to find two very naked Warlords sandwiching you between them. Crocodile cards a hand through your hair and then grips the strands tightly. Your eyes fly open and you gasp at the shock of pain. Your nipple is pinched harshly and you jerk away from the pain only to pull your own hair when Crocodile's grip never relents.
Doflamingo twitches his fingers and soon your hands are hovering above your head, wrists restrained by the invisible strings of the King's devil fruit. You blink at the men, gulping when met with their dark gazes. You are more than a little shocked to see that Doflamingo has even taken off his glasses. You have never seen the warlord without his glasses before, but you had heard the rumors about why he hid his eyes away. His Celestial Dragon heritage was no secret, nor was his hate for his own race. The Dragon's coveted perfection and looking at Doffy? It angered you that his eyes were what kept him away from his rightful home.
His right eye was a brilliant blue, sparkling even in the dim light of the bedroom. His left was a dark brown, like melted chocolate on a hot summer day. He was beautiful and you wondered why he was baring himself to you now of all times.
"Don't make a big deal of it right now, Angel," Doflamingo says and his tone is demanding, angry, and heated all at the same time. You dropped your gaze and nodded. You wet your lips and the blonde followed the wet swipe of your tongue across your bottom lip, "I think we can finally finish what we started earlier, Sweetheart," He cooed and with a flick of his fingers, your wrists were separated, and tied securely to the headboard of the bed. You hiss at the stretch that the binds force you into and then look up at the two men now hovering above you.
You squirm under the weight of their eyes. A flush has covered your body and left you a hot mess, and you don't know what it says about you for getting all hot and bothered in the face of their anger.
"Do you know how long it took to find you today?" Doflamingo asks with a curious tilt of his head.
"No," you whisper, voice shaky.
"20 minutes," Crocodile growls right beside your ear and then latches his teeth on the delicate skin right below. He bites hard enough for a bit of blood to well up and to make sure the mark would take. The scared man licks the mark clean, humming at the taste of iron on his tongue as he pulls away. "Enough time for someone to steal you away, and we'd be none the wiser about who did it."
Your chest constricts at his words and tears come to your eyes. His tone is harsh and admonishing, but you know that you deserve it. You had scared them, and worried two of the most powerful men in the Grand Line, all for some trinkets. "I won't do it again. I'll stay by your side." You swear quietly, earnestly. These men were your entire life now, and you weren't about to throw it away.
The two men share a look, communicating silently and then your arms are being released and Doflamingo is cuddling you close to his chest, adjusting until you are splayed across him and he lays under you. He strokes your hair gently, kissing your brow and grinning meanly at your pitiful expression, "Aww. I think she meant it this time, Crocy," he cooed then slid his hand under your chin, and digs his fingers into your cheeks. He leans in and kisses you, lips pulling against yours and tongue flicking out to taste the salty tears that have spilled over.
Crocodile hums, shifting to lay on his back and you eye his naked form when Doflamingo lets go of your face. Both men are sculpted and beautiful, and you feel lucky to be the one to capture their attention, "I do mean it. What can I do to get you to believe me?" You ask and watch as lust clouds their vision and Doflamingo tightens his hold on you.
"Suck his cock." Crocodile says simply and you blink at him before you nod and start to shimmy down to bed, only for his hand to halt you. "No, no, Doll." He says and Crocodile's smile is sharp, "Turn around, I want a view of this." He emphasizes his words by slipping his hand between your legs and stroking the wet lips of your cunt.
You hesitate for half a second before you move, slowly turning around until your legs rested on either side of Doflamingo's slim waist and his cock bobs in your face. This gave the men an excellent view of your dripping pussy and quivering hole and it makes you feel powerful to know that these men wanted you. That you were the one doing this to them.
"Beautiful." Doflamingo rumbles and his big hands cradle the globes of your ass. You whine and drop your head closer to the massive cock waiting for you to give it attention. "Come on, Angel. I want to feel you." He encouraged you and gave your ass another squeeze.
Your hand wraps around the base of his dick, steadying it and bringing the tip to your lips. Doflamingo groans when his best girl kisses the tip, small tongue darting out to lick at the precum that has gathered at the slit. Your lips stretched around his girth and you suck him down as far as you can comfortably take it. Doflamingo was not a small man, so it made sense that nothing else on his body would be below average. Certainly not his cock.
"Such a good girl." Crocodile purrs and shifts so that he can thread his flesh hand through your hair and then pushes your head down, forcing you to take even more of Doffy's length and gag when the tip hits the back of your throat. Tears spring up again and trail down your face, mixing with the spit and pre that has gathered in your mouth. "There we go, take more of him, Doll. I know you can do it." Crocodile praises and you feel yourself flush in pleasure at his tone.
Breathing through your nose takes concentration, but slowly, you relax your throat and take another inch of Doflamingo's cock. The tip slips further and you can feel the pressure of his length in your throat and you find that you begin to actually enjoy the full feeling. Your eyes flutter closed as you focus on your task.
Crocodile watches you with rapt attention, golden eyes taking in how your lips stretch wide around Doffy's length. The bird has his head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as he loses himself in the feeling of your wet mouth tight around his cock. This is even better than how he imagined it would be and he can't help himself but buck into your throat, sliding even further down and causing you to let out a muffled grunt of shock. He flicks his heterochromatic eyes down and they widen at the sight of Crocodile's flesh hand leaving your hair to wrap around your throat.
The dark-haired man grins and angles a heated look at the pink warlord, "I can feel you in her throat," he murmured and a wicked smirk paints his lips, making the scar across his nose bunch up, "Can you feel this?"
The bird nods frantically, eyes never straying from the sight of you swallowing him down. You whine and Doflamingo moans at the same time that Crocodile begins to gently squeeze your throat, and then softly massages the delicate skin. Your eyes fly open and close just as quickly when Crocodile does it again and you feel yourself become embarrassingly wet. Enough that Doflamingo has an amazing view of your slick leaking out to coat your trembling thighs.
"Fuck, Cr-Crocodile." Doflamingo hisses your name next and his teeth clench when you swallow around his length. His hand finds your hair and holds you still. "Gonna come soon." He warns and you whine again when you feel his cock swell in your mouth.
Doflamingo is even thicker than before and you feel him jerk his hips as he comes to an end. Hot ropes of cum spill down your throat and you choke, eyes wide as you try and pull away from the obscene amount of semen. However, his hand holds you down, forcing you to keep swallowing until you've milked his cock dry in your mouth.
The pink warlord finally allows you to rise after what feels like ages and you slump forward, face a mess of tears as you breathe harshly through your nose.
Crocodile grins, delighted at the show his two lovers had put on for him. He untangled Doffy's fingers from your hair and fixed the tangled mess. You relax at the touch and get your breathing under control, grateful that the men are giving you a small break.
"What a good girl," Crocodile praises again and leans down to press a kiss to your sweaty brow. He scatters more around her face and then lands on your lips with a soft sigh. He looks proud when he pulls away and you feel giddy at knowing you did well, "Not even a drop wasted."
A squeak leaves your lips when Doflamingo brushes his thumb over your quivering hole. He dips the tip just inside and grins at the way you seem to try and suck him in. He retreats his thumb and smears your slick around your folds and then angles up to press harshly against your clit. He hears you suck in a sharp breath and rotates his thumb, grinning wide at the way you twitch your hips to seek out more pleasure.
"I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work, Angel." Doflamingo coos and then you are being shifted to lay on the plush comforter. The warlords hover above you and your arms are once again lashed to the headboard. Doflamingo grins meanly and aims a look at Crocodile, "Let's see how many times we can get her to come, Crocy."