Preface
Know your place woman (Zorobin)
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/59878846.
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: F/M Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Relationship: Nico Robin/Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Nico Robin Additional Tags: zorobin, Halloween, Kinktober, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Alternative Universe - Kingdom, King of Hell Roronoa Zoro, Demon Nico Robin, Demon Sex, Angel/Demon Relationship
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-10-19 Words: 3,004 Chapters: 1/1 Know your place woman (Zorobin)
by biiyue
Summary
A world that is governed without rules. King of Hell versus Demon Woman. Those caught in the crossfire took advantage of the situation for their own pleasures.
Power evolved until it became the absolute rule, even between the two. The games were constant, necessary to combat the boredom where time had stopped but not the worldly pleasures of the supernatural.
Notes
Kon'nichiwa
It's the first time I've written an alternative fantasy world, and maybe I got a little carried away... and that led me to break away from the conventional fro the human rules
Literally a mix between the entire basis of what Kinktober is and the horror that surrounds Halloween films.
Happy reading!
Know your place woman (Zorobin)
A scorching chaos ruled by insanity, recklessness, eccentricity and adoration. It's just an understatement of what that world was like.
Where demons lived for chaos. Where the hounds of hell relentlessly pursued the souls of those who had been condemned to a harsh and ruleless place. Where spirits measure force against fallen angels ruined by mortal sins. Where reapers and soul collectors make contracts with harbingers to continue the vicious cycle of imprisoning mortals to a tragic fate. A void filled with despair, where appearances deceived what lived there. Poor where the people who allowed themselves to be deceived.
A king of hell.
A demon queen.
They disputed their domain, but not like mortal kings and queens, it was an eternal duel of wills and a cruel game of provocations, with no limit to the cruelties they inflicted and the betrayals in their words. Time itself, discredited and worn out, stagnated, making days and nights indistinguishable, creating a reality where only pain and pleasure mattered.
Those who were caught in the crossfire found room for their own perverse pleasures. Chaos became a playing field where morality and ethics were meaningless words, and where insanity was an art form. Pain and pleasure were confused, indistinct experiences in a cycle that fed the very essence of each being.
It was a world where the desire for power and the need to escape eternal monotony intertwined, creating an atmosphere where the only certainty was the constant mutation of one's own perversity.
-Master, I'm here as you asked - the voice was weak, wrapped in restlessness, a figure closed in on itself, denying the elegance maintained in the face of the scars of having surrendered to carnal pleasures.
The sound of the rough liquid running down the inside and outside of the body echoed throughout the room. He sighs with satisfaction, catching his breath after drinking another bottle, being enveloped by that heat of alcohol, sharpening his senses even more. Drops running down his neck, hitting his naked, muscular torso.
A single gesture was enough to bring that figure closer to him, falling ostentatiously in front of him, causing a smirk smile followed by realization when he noticed his corrupted angelic figure. It's impossible to remain indifferent to that beauty, white skin marked by recent red and purple, more predominant on the thighs, chest and back. Claimed, he thought. The hand is extended, forcing movement and intense gaze, and in one impulse, forces that fallen angel against him, squeezing her waist to his possession. That figure shudders at the touch, and unlike its posture wrapped in apprehension, it emanated a comfortable warmth. Forcing her to lean on his torso, one of your hands slides down to the side of her neck, lifting the chin and looking at her with a look engulfed in greenish flames.
-This is the first time I have come across your figure. Who really summoned you? - a deep voice, a look that coveted, a rough touch, a presence enveloped in intensity.
-Lady of the shadows - a voice that was gaining tone, a body that was slowly becoming comfortable with such close contact - the rumors are true - the look responds with curiosity hidden in lust, the fingers trace the dry trail left by the drink from earlier.
Prevented from moving, with her hands held in front of her by just a severe grip, she is forced to sit on his lap. Already completely hypnotized by that predator's gaze and surrendered to whatever consequences came.
-So bratty, it pleases me and you are so desirable - a pause as he pinched the body that had already surrendered to the words - Which means I have to teach you what is your place.
His free hand travels from her cleavage to her neck, restricting her breathing until her body is on the verge of collapsing. He stands up, grabbing her thighs, sinking the nails, forcing her to hold on to him and remain pressed against his hard physique. Still recovering her senses, a hand travels across her neck followed by her tongue to her earlobe and becomes drunk on the figure of power and what would happen next. Without realizing the force, against the nearest wall, forcing her to let out a moan indistinguishable from the pain or tension that already enveloped them. The hands slide down the thighs, scratching and leaving behind a trail of red ready to tear the skin, while the mouth searches for the collarbone. The teeth grow and mark their prey, becoming anesthetized for the union of fluids.
Among the shadows of that hall, where the sounds of pleasure between predator and prey began to echo, she hid. Without containing her singular smile, running her fingers over her body awakening her appetite, wrapped in her wings, watching the development that her eyes followed.
Surrendered and subjugated to him, it was a delicious vision of that dynamic. He was the king of hell and could acquire any transformation and used it for leisure and subjugation. Hands that marked the body, using the force of slaps or sharp claws. Sighs wrapped in delirium.
The mind was overloaded, but the body moved nimbly, still searching for hands. The eyes dripped with intensity, but the essence of provocation was greater than all the internal and external heat. He turns around, running his nails down her chest and belly, her hungry gaze finds an opening through the challenge, and the hands touch the awakening member, revealing its monstrosity.
-I'm going to fuck you until you can't move or think, like a stupid doll, after all that's your greatest desire - a malicious and wicked smile, a look at the undressing body.
Prevented from continuing to play, she felt the cold wall on the back once again. Handled like a doll, held at the hip with one leg around his back, one leg against his neck and her hands pinned above the head. He laughs, a pathetic vulnerability that completed the perversion of prolonging the experience she had already had and intensifying sensations thanks to the poison, definitely perfect for his tastes. Penetrating her slowly, he wanted to see her lose even more composure, enjoying himself in the restricted space that was forced to adjust to her size, feeling a comfortable heat and wet to the core. And without pity or mercy he fulfills his words.
The growing ecstasy that was forming in her abdomen, and unable to withstand the sensation of wet friction, emerges, receiving a roguish laugh in contrast to the shining look dominated by delight as she approaches.
-Did you enjoy the show thanks to your gift? - without worrying, he leaves that figure to itself and focuses on her and on himself, feeling how horny he already was.
-I always enjoy an aperitif to whet my appetite and then skip to dessert - the index finger runs from the lip to the end of the face and asks him to come over to meet.
He snaps his fingers, reducing any distance and stripping her of her demonic form, and without losing the impact of holding her, his hands are lost in the sharp curves, pinching and scratching. Groans at how surrendered she already was. The member reacts to that seductive noise, throbbing and continuing to drip with pre-ejaculation against both of their bellies. Desperate to end her impatience, she turns her around and presses herself against his back, her hands wandering over his pectorals and sliding at a cruelly slow speed over his abdominals until one of them grabs that voluminous, full piece.
-Fuck... Your touch is crazy! - looking for her behind him, he loses his fingers through her long hair, and encourages her to increase the pressure and speed around the erection.
Feeling that he was losing himself more with each movement, and with her head already fitted to his neck, she bit him and drank from that vein contaminated by adrenaline and alcohol. The heat of the movements that occurred in the body, and when it was their dessert, feeling the poison that was entering their bloodstream, they let out moans of the name that only she could invoke.
Once satisfied, she is surprised by hands wrapping around her waist and breast, regaining his power. The body began to burn in ecstasy, the impatient fire in the abdomen descends, mixing with the swollen lips waiting for their turn.
A moan of possession, lips that collide in a desperate and sloppy kiss. Languages are in a war of who has control. What drips from the corners is cleaned by the thick, rough thumb and given to lick, causing the hardening that was about to be taken care of. As much as he wanted to get inside and feel her insides, he couldn't let go of the fact that she was watching the whole time and how much her body was already demanding to be used, but he had a torture in mind to make her go crazy and be lost in lust.
With a snap of his fingers demonstrating his power, they are transported to one of their favorite rooms. Before she could adjust, she was already leaning against the cross with a knife pointed at her neck.
-Zoro, always with your tricks... - moans of excitement follow when she feels the cold and sharp tip, slowly descending through the collarbone and chest, leaving a trail of superficial wound but capable of cutting through the soft flesh to the touch.
-I like watching you beg Robin - two fingers slide through your wet folds, plunging into the hot and tight - and hearing you moan my name - gasping for air with that sudden and grotesque movement - so wet just from watching.
She steals a kiss of possession, gaining grunts of excitement in the mix, but is stopped from continuing when she feels the pressure of the knife in the middle of her chest and the increasing rough movement of the fingers moving in and out. Because they were long and thick, she felt filled and desired with each touch that further awakened that fire that was evolving within her.
-Quiet! You've had your fun, now it's my turn - both the voice and the look screamed sadism, seeing her naked and how she offered herself as she appeared from the shadows, completely envolved in a slutliness and ready for whatever game he chose, creating such a hard heat to contain that throbbed with each response from the body.
With each breath she felt the blade drawing on the skin, increasing the frenzy and cutting electricity that grew inside, with the mind blank and surrendered to pleasure. Those fingers filling and forcing her to feel every irregularity, slide through the entrance and slam roughly into the core. When she looked at him, her surrender only increased when she met his eyes and saw the steaming desire, the heavy touch but disguised with extreme attention. With each movement around or within her points of pleasure, it became difficult to remain in the present and she began to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure of the exposed situation she found herselfin, flowing into the hand that never tired of exploring and investing and through the thighs.
-I need... I can't take much...
In harsh but natural movements, the knife is thrown to the ground, and she's guided to meet the swollen and pulsing member with the power and fire possessed and used, forced to receive until the eyes cry with no time to adjust.
-Fuck, that dirty mouth of yours is so good at welcoming me!
Guided with a firm wrist on the head, the hands search for the thighs and ass, digging their nails in revenge. As abruptly as she receives it, she loses it, receiving as punishment severe groping of her breasts and feeling her nipples tightened to the point of gasping for air with the sharpness of that electrifying sensation traveling through the sensitive points. Brief seconds to breathe, and dive into that length but this time with the aim of choking and watching him roll his eyes at the sensation. Swallowed and in a mixture of saliva and cum, the body transforms the tingling into a deep, rocky relief.
-Satisfied with dessert? - runs the length with her tongue to the tip and only then swallows that nectar that made her drip at the thought of having been used.
He pulls her into a messy, desperate kiss, while his hands scratch the sensitive, exposed skin of the cuts and laughs at the look of ecstasy fighting the pain. Pushed against the bed, she feels his weight on her. An anesthetizing smell of a mixture of sweat, alcohol and iron. In a brief second he lets his guard down, grabs him by the hair, steals a kiss and bites his lip with his canine, feeling the heat blood run down her face with gravity.
-I'm ready for the main course - she laughed at the fury of the expression on top of her, still recovering and assimilating that behavior.
Both hands are pulled above her head and locked in an unyielding grip as she receives harsh but missed bites as she feels the tip brush against the swelling of her labia and forced against her so swollen and sensitive clit. A game that lasts minutes, lost to sensations with a blank mind, just moans and fragments of poorly articulated words.
-Beg, beg for me, you slut - brought to reality, she finds the reflection of her purple blue in a sea of pure obscenity.
She resists for a little longer, but the provocation only gets worse as he enters and as soon as he feels the walls compress, he leaves to navigate the mixture of nectars again.
-Use me, please - still not satisfied, he presses the grip around his hands and touches her face.
-Almost there, but I want to hear more - a kiss followed by a bite with teeth savoring the heat of the veins, receiving a moan of enthusiasm.
-King of hell, fuck me like only you know how!
Dirty words of praise that make him swallow hard and smile broadly. Getting lost inside her until hits her cervix and hears the moans of comfort from being filled. For a few seconds he thought of prolonging that excruciating wait a little longer, but he had already given himself over to the adrenaline and insanity of seeing and feeling how bodies received each other and fit together, regardless of the strength, violence and anarchy of pleasure given to instincts. .
The essence of the most powerful beings in that kingdom flowed, with each clash of bodies, waves of possession and power were sent and received. Hands desperate to grab the flesh and cause even more damage. They weren't humans, but they weren't copulating animals either. They were supernatural beings with such hunger and thirst, living up to their titles. Moans and muffled words echoed, tremendous was the energy capable of being felt throughout the kingdom.
Legs resting on shoulders, allowing him to deepen even further and guided by the insanity of pleasure that grew uncontrolled. The thrusts were becoming faster and faster, he felt his body relax followed by a growing tension in her legs and pleasantly painful tension around his member. He comes dripping out of that addictive hole and receives a look that would kill and responded with a hair pull, putting her on all fours and opening her slits for his view leaving him salivating.
-Yield to me demon woman! - as ignition for the fire of excitement that controlled the body, her wings and horns appear.
Hypnotized by that vision ready to be taken, with one hand he presses on the middle of her back and the other grips her hip, sinking and forcing himself against the pressure of the walls and the soaked entrance. Instinct commands and with the uncontained exacerbation, it awakens, teeth and horns emerge.
The atmosphere transforms, becoming a chaotic eden, with true powers and forms, governed by the raw and primal state. The extraordinary energy, deep and grotesque sounds of moans, of two bodies given over to alienation and intensity of desire. Judge their names, sovereignty, power and excess.
A frenetic rhythm, hips against thighs, friction increasing the sensitivity of the swollen bud, soaked in fluids, allowing it to slide to the edge of the cervix. A dizzying intensity, rapid sensations, an absent and bewitched mind. The center burns and contracts, muscles tense, tingling inside the sensitive spot, pleasurable lightness with pressure on the clitoris.
-So close! - words that came out mixed in moans ready to explode.
Stifling the screams and despair of vertiginous excitement, in natural and rough movements, forcing his weight and feeling the cold of the wings on his sides, violently pressing his fingers in circular movements, attaching himself to the other body with grips across the chest and neck. Nerves on fire from the contact, minds in an obscene state, tension of limbs on edge. In euphoria and frenzy, the orgasm is violent, burning, deep. A pleasant heat and hardness fills her, mixing with the pool of nectar that was inside. Mixed names lost amid deep, indistinguishable moans. Sweaty bodies, possessed by ecstasy, given over to primitive instincts, involved in a dynamic of power, tolerance and distorted affection.
Sliding slowly from the warm place where he loved to get lost, he fell onto the bed without looking away from that addictive purple glow. The body trembling from the waves of exuberance, she supports herself on his arms and gets lost in the mesmerizing green gaze, stealing a smile of satisfaction from it. He receives a feast on his face followed to the side and back, melting due to the tiredness of his body.
-Your place is by my side - a speech still catching the breath, but without any walls raised - it's just interesting to see how far your creativity goes.
-I like to set off fires - the hand wanders over the torso outlining the scars - and even more to burn myself in them.
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