Doflamingo
“Run.”
The King of Dressrossa was a man who could take whatever he wanted. Be it the finest of alcohols or the rarest of silks, he could have whatever the world had to offer in his hand before the next Sunrise came to be. Should he wish for any pleasures of the world they would be delivered to his feet. Doflamingo Donquixote was a powerful pirate with the world attached by strings to his hand. The people of this world as well kneeled to his every whim. Many worshipped his name and title for the accomplishments he’s falsified, while others shake at the power he holds that no other could offer.
You, however, held a special role in his lifestyle that no other could hold: a concubine.
Doflamingo was not a man to shirk any pleasure that could be offered, which also came from the pleasure of the body. It felt as though any woman in Dressrossa wouldn’t hesitate to throw their body to the king’s feet just for a taste of his lavish lifestyle. They would offer themselves up to whatever his whims craved regardless of the pain or pleasure they got in return. But Doflamingo was a man with specific, refined tastes that didn’t come from the common woman throwing herself at his feet. He craved a challenge. He craved power. He craved something to fight against him and make the reward oh so sweeter.
He craved you, an up-start pirate on Dressrossa who had found herself a part of his crew by extension.
You didn’t hold a Devil Fruit power, yet you managed to compete with Haki on the Grand Line. The New World had been something wild and unpredictable to you and the crew you rallied with, thus siding with Doflamingo and flying his flag had been the only safe bet your captain could take. In return, however, Doflamingo had asked for one thing and one thing only: your entertainment. What that had meant in the beginning had been skewered. A fight perhaps? But you and he both knew he would win without contest. The conversation would not be something he tended to indulge in and he already had the finest staff in all of Dressrossa, what else could he have wanted?
He wanted to conquer your body the moment he saw that defiant stare in your eyes.
That is how you found yourself running through the streets of Dressrossa at night when everyone was banished to their homes. Your breathing was ragged, having made it from the castle to the very edge of the city of Dressrossa. A single promise had been made to you on this night: make it to your ship at the docks and Doflamingo would let you go. It was the same promise offered every night your ship was docked. Escape and you have freedom.
Something easier said than done.
The chill of the night was startling compared to how humid and hot the island normally was during the day. Dressed in simple clothing, non-restrictive, you were able to run a long way without faltering. Flat shoes made faint sounds as you stumbled down the next set of stairs tucked between homes and shops. Lighting was scarce and the moon wasn’t full, meaning you had to fight to see where your next step would be. One mistake and you just knew you would be caught.
You knew you would always be caught, but hope swelled every time you got a little further.
You turned around a corner and finally faltered. The air made it hard to breathe and running for so long as though your life depended on it left you weak in the knees, making you brace against the wall with sweat stinging your eyes. Your legs shook and threatened to give out. You cursed.
“Already done?” A chill snapped your spine rigid and you turned to find the familiar face of the man who had started this all for you looking down at you. He seemed to be floating, but you knew very well what was happening instead. Those strings were invisible to you in this lighting. You knew they were there and how dangerous they were. They could be heard tightening and straining when Doflamingo himself adjusted on them, lowering to a crouch with his head cocking to acknowledge you. His grin twisted further and he laughed, low in his throat. “I even gave you a headstart tonight and this is all you could manage? I’m almost disappointed.”
“Headstart?” Your voice was rough when you tried to catch your breath. Even when you whispered in alarm to yourself, it sounded worn out and you struggled to take another step away despite how sore your body felt. Doflamingo didn’t move even as you took another step. And another. Doflamingo’s grin, however, did turn up as his tongue lulled out over his lips slowly.
“Or is it you like it here?”
You took off in time to avoid when a string lazily snatched at your ankle. Had he been trying in that moment you knew he could have caught you. But he wanted the chase to go on, made evident by his loud, echoing laugh that followed you when you took a different turn. The sounds of the straining strings urged you to take twists and turns, bending and diving into new corners in hopes of keeping just out of reach of them. You didn’t know the extent of his abilities. You didn’t know how far away you’d have to get from him to avoid their reach. Hell, you didn’t know if there was even a limit on them or not. All you knew was the moment they caught you the game was over and Doflamingo would-
Twang!
Doflamingo would win.
You wouldn’t fall when the first string would catch your wrist. The strength of it kept you hovering just off the ground. The second string that caught your ankle lifted you completely off the ground and you felt like laundry hung out to dry. You didn’t dare make a sound.
“That took less time than before.” Doflamingo was mocking when he dropped to your side, light as a feather. One hand reached out and a twist of his wrist and fingers had you arching, body offered to him like a prize. He inspected you for several seconds before another twist and you were turned to be pressed to the ground, chest and face digging into stone as strings held your legs apart and up at his advantage. The angle had your head spinning until the first touch of his fingers grounded you, nails biting into the exposed flesh of your knee as he spread you further open.
This was how the chase always ended: you strung up and open for his gaze in the clothes he had picked out that gave him the easiest access to your body.
The shorts he had placed you in rode high enough for his thumbs to brush at the edge of your already wet cunt, a pleased noise escaping him as a shocked gasp broke from you.
“Already so wet? Seems like you’re getting excited over being chased now. Before I had to at least work you up some after catching you.” A thumb pulled your shorts aside enough to reveal the cunt he had grown familiar with and he laughed at the juices sticking the cloth to you. “Fuck, look how wet you are now! I bet I could just slide right in and fuck you!”
Please-! The betraying thought made you snarl into the stone, but you had long since given up on actual escape. It had been months now since this arrangement, months of being used at the king’s disposal every night. You had grown far too used to this to complain now. Complaining wouldn’t get you very far, as you had quickly learned, and going along with this put Doflamingo in a much better mood. Usually, when he was in such a good mood, the man would even focus on giving you pleasure. Such as now, when he adjusted the strings to lift you further so that when he kneeled, legs spread, your cheek brushed against the bulge of his pants and your cunt lingered just before his starving mouth. The strings to your hands suddenly gave away and you knew immediately what he wanted as he carefully used a string between his thumbs to cut through your shorts. You gasped at the chilly air to your puffy cunt and he didn’t hesitate to spread you open with those same thumbs, exposing your hole to his greedy tongue.
The immediate burst of pleasure almost made it too hard to focus on your work before you, fingers quivering when you tried to pull apart his belt and pants. It wasn’t easy with the spikes of pleasure as that long tongue curled and traced around your pulsing hole, but you managed to get enough undone to finally pull his cock out and touch your lips just to the flustered tip. Doflamingo was a man of girth and length, matching his own massive height, meaning you had to work yourself up over the months to be able to take him as well as you do. It was something you were simultaneously proud and ashamed of, displayed as your cheeks burned bright red when the first quarter of his cock found a snug home between your lips. The grip on your thighs spreading you dug into harsher marks and he groaned into your cunt, mouth opening completely as he lapped and sucked on the sensitive spots between your legs. Muffled sounds traveled through his cock and you could almost feel the tears trying to gather from the influx of pleasure. Doflamingo didn’t know how to ease anyone into anything. Even his own body. The pleasure would never be worked up to, only given in waves that could barely be withstood and left you often drained and gasping on the ground. And bruised. Marked on your thighs from the hard grip that continued to grow more painful as his own pleasure began to build. The lengthy vein across the underside of his cock pulsed on your upper lip and you swallowed around him, drool pooling out the corners of your mouth. It was messy and it was quick as his hips started to move, forcing more of his cock past your mouth and towards the cavern of your throat.
But it was also arousing enough to drench his face in your juices as he added fingers to the mix.
He filled you easily with two, stretching you with the third as his thumb found a secure footing on your clit. Screams were muffled into choked noises of pleasure on his cock and all you could do was thrash and fight to breathe between the ministrations. How long this position lasted you weren’t sure of, blacking out from the rushing of blood to the head at this angle and the inability to take many breaths, but the sudden twist of being flipped and pressed face down to the ground again left your world spinning. Both of those hands found purchase on your ass and you were spread open again for the man who pressed his spit-covered cock to your cunt.
“So fucking hungry for this, huh?” He whispered it harshly, the warmth of his breath over your neck. You arched and he nipped at the skin, nosing hair aside to taste your flesh properly as he continued to prod and poke until your legs were shaking. “You were hoping to get caught, weren’t you? Just hoping I’d get to fuck you on the stone like this again, huh? What a naughty bitch you are.” When he breached you in one long, sharp thrust you felt the wind get taken from your lungs. A heavyweight tore you open and fill you so perfectly that you didn’t have a hope of keeping quiet. Your moans were loud and echoed through the city. You just knew someone out there had to have heard it and had they been brave enough to look outside they could see their king fucking you into the ground. One hand slid from your ass to curve around your hip and he pulled you back to meet his thrusts, body curling over you like a lion over his kills. Those teeth left marks over your shoulders and neck, both around and through the thin shirt he had given you. You tried to hold yourself up against his harsh thrusts, but you couldn’t. Your arms gave out and only the fresh set of strings kept you from falling further, keeping you pinned flush to him in whatever position he wanted. That let his other hand curl down to brush over your abused clit and force those screams from you he always adored.
“Do-Do-!”
“Ah, ah-” His thrusts stopped suddenly, jarring you forward with a choked whine and plee on your lips. “Say it properly.”
“My king!” That grin of his turned bright and his thrusts resumed at a pace that would leave you bruised and limping. The fact his cock fit in you at all would be considered a miracle, leaving your thighs shaking from the pleasure and pain he offered you. The girth of it stretched you in an obscene way. His very tip kissed the deepest corners and threatened to open you up further should he get a proper angle on it, but he didn’t care about that now. There were always other nights to push your limits, this was a night to satiate his primal lust for chasing you down and fucking you into the ground. Taking his victory like some predator claiming prey. It filled him with a sense of pride he couldn’t get from anything else and helped to spur him toward his sudden end.
Your orgasm came forced, his fingers twirling you like a puppy and milking every clench and pulse from you against your clit. Tears poured and mixed with drool and you just shook under his touch and thrusts. Doflamingo’s own orgasm came with a warning only given by how he hissed your name into your neck, a brief moment of vulnerability he wouldn’t offer in any other setting. His cock jerked with enough force to make you gasp and your body welcomed his seed as though you were made for it, filling with pulses that eventually dribbled out around him and onto the ground. Doflamingo’s breathing was only slightly winded. You could barely catch your breath. Even as the strings pulled back and he dropped you to the stone to adjust himself back into place with a few flicks of his hands, you couldn’t catch your breath.
“You should clean up. Wouldn’t want to be seen like this.”
And like the cruel king he was, he left you there to your own devices, knowing very well you wouldn’t try to run away again, simply come crawling back to his castle like a loyal dog.