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Perona was lying in her room plunged in darkness, sighing. For some time now, she had been feeling lonely and empty. Many of her friends had already had their first time, and a former classmate from university had tried to explain to her how to relieve herself, but it was becoming almost a daily occurrence. At twenty-five years old, she lived alone in a high-end apartment on the top floor of a modern tower in the heart of the city, with its immense windows overlooking the glittering lights of the metropolis. Her pink hair cascaded over the pillows, her slender and pale body wrapped in a simple tank top and cotton shorts. Solitude gnawed at her like a cancer.
Crocodile had not planned to watch the pink-haired girl. Yet she was so beautiful. The rays of the moon, illuminating her milky skin like a porcelain statue. He had come to this city to take revenge on a longtime rival, a certain Smoker, a corrupt cop who had dared to interfere with his affairs. Perhaps by striking directly at the man, or at his entourage. But Crocodile knew how to recognize a heart empty and filled with sadness. He wanted to help—or rather, to possess—this young woman who seemed so fragile, so alone. Perona, if his information was correct.
She swore under her breath, ashamed, before slowly removing her shorts and her little black lace panties. She settled comfortably on her king-size bed with red satin sheets, covering her eyes with her arm tattooed with stylized red bat motifs, and began to relieve herself while letting out muffled moans. Her fingers slid between her thighs, tracing slow circles over her swollen clit, but the pleasure remained superficial, frustrating.
Crocodile knew this was pure voyeurism. He was not supposed to be observing a woman in her intimacy like this, crouched on the adjacent balcony, his imposing body hidden in the shadows, his unlit cigar between his lips. But the rose seemed to be calling to him. No, she was screaming to be taken entirely. The young lady wanted to touch the bottom, but the sea was too deep for her to reach it alone.
He knocked softly on the glass of the bay window. She could very well kick him over the edge with a well-placed kick if she wanted—or call building security. But he was taking the risk.
She couldn’t manage to cum as usual. She was trembling, her intimate area dripping onto the sheets, but no climax was on the horizon. Seeing the imposing shadow at her window, she bit her lower lip, her clear eyes widening. After all… it was maybe a little more exciting to do it in front of someone. The idea of being watched, vulnerable, gave her shivers.
She got down from the bed, her legs shaky, and dragged herself to the bay window. With a slow gesture, she removed her top, letting her generous and firm breasts spring free. Completely naked in front of the man, she hesitated for a moment. Crocodile didn’t know if she was going to open the window or simply show herself to him like the work of art she was. Of course, if he had wanted to force entry, he would have done it long ago—his hook could break any lock—but he didn’t want to break the spell. He wanted her to come to him.
He watched the rose remove her top. He traced the glass with the tip of his hook as if he were caressing her arm. His violet eyes never left hers, enjoying her flawless, unscarred skin, perfect under the bluish light of the city.
She blushed as she came to open the sliding glass door, her heart pounding wildly. She left him just enough space so he could slip his fingers in and slide the door open completely, then she went to lie down on her mattress, thighs spread, offered.
Crocodile couldn’t believe his eyes. The beauty had opened up to him. He stepped over the window without making the slightest sound in the calm of the night. He looked at Perona lying on the bed, legs spread, her intimate area glistening and pink. He left his expensive Italian shoes near the window.
They didn’t speak. Crocodile didn’t need to for the moment. He walked around the bed, around her, letting his fingers trail over her crystal-pale skin. She was soft, fragile, calm… and terribly desirable. His hook brushed her hair, both threatening and promising.
She couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze and tremble under the tip of his calloused fingers. At that moment, she felt like the prey of a carnivore ready to devour her at the slightest flutter of her eyelashes. She couldn’t help but stare into those cold, calculating eyes, which seemed to be the only color still visible in the dark room.
Crocodile wanted to suck everything out of her. He wanted her. He knew she had that feeling, just from her soft shivers. He placed his large palm between her breasts, caressing her smooth skin under his rough hand from so many years of power and violence. He moved down to her pelvis, then withdrew. He looked at her again like a frightened little rabbit, but one that had a taste for danger.
She had arched when she felt his hand, but let out a frustrated groan when he withdrew it from such a sensitive spot. She was breathing harder as she watched him circle her like a predator. His gaze fixed on her chest, which rose and fell slowly. She was dying to feel his hand on her again, more than his gaze.
Crocodile didn’t need to speak to be obeyed. He had understood that from the first time he had touched her. He removed his custom black shirt, keeping his suit pants on, making it clear to the rose that she would have to please him if she wanted a reward. His muscular torso, marked with scars, was revealed under the moonlight.
He caressed her legs, running his hands along the inside of her thighs, up to her knees, then down over her shins and calves. He could have everything from his pet without needing to speak. He liked that. He felt calm and fierce at the same time, his cigar still between his lips, unlit.
She arched forward as soon as he caressed her, lifting her leg without really realizing it. All that mattered to her were his caresses and his gaze that burned her skin. Even if she had to take a branch in her mouth because it excited him, she would have done it, simply to receive a reward.
He looked at her. How could he not? He withdrew and took one of her legs between his two hands. He caressed it, sending her a silent message. He hummed, a deep and hoarse sound. His agile fingers massaged her toes, simply observing the reaction of his beauty.
She arched again, breathing rapidly, tensing so much that Crocodile could hear her muscles and joints cracking. The more Perona was stimulated, the more sensitive she became. Any part of her body could now make her cum.
He ran her foot against his torso, simply for amusement. He liked that. He adored it. He was almost already obsessed.
She blushed while breathing rapidly. Her body was drenched in sweat because what he was doing to her felt so good. She let out a high-pitched cry as she came on the sheets, her foot then falling back onto the bed, trembling violently.
He leaned toward her and positioned himself between her legs, tracing her chest with his tongue. He teased her hardened nipples with the tip of his teeth, then followed the line of her body down to her intimacy where his hot breath clashed against her, mixed with the smell of cold tobacco.
She tensed while trembling, trying to keep her feet on the ground, but she was having more and more trouble because of that hot breath on her even more sensitive area after having cum. The hot, sticky liquid was still flowing from her slit, soaking the sheets.
Crocodile took her thigh and bit it with a heavy breath, leaving a red mark. He wanted her so much. While kissing the bite, he slipped a thick finger inside her, savoring how tight, hot, and virgin she was.
She arched with a cry of surprise before cumming again on his finger, which hadn’t even reached the bottom yet—her walls were sticky and tight.
“Virgin,” was his first thought when he saw her cum again. He became wilder. He licked his finger covered in her orgasm, a carnivorous smile on his lips.
She blushed while watching him do it. She tried as best she could to get up and succeeded, approaching him on all fours, wanting to feel his lips against hers.
He stopped her by placing his fingers under her chin, looked at her for a long moment, then kissed her with raw possessiveness. She moaned as she responded to his kiss, pressing herself against his torso and rubbing against him like a bitch in heat. She soaked his pants with her wetness before cumming a third time against him, simply from feeling his lips a little more and the pressure of his cold hook against her hip.
So beautiful. And she knew it. She was so good for him. She was his pet! She wanted to please him.
She breathed rapidly against him. She felt dirty and ashamed of putting herself in such a state for a man, and yet she wanted more than what she was receiving now. She wanted him to be more violent, to care about her pleasure before his own.
Crocodile pushed her, putting his hand over her mouth to flip her back onto the mattress. He looked at her, waiting for her to stop moving before removing his hand from her face. It took an enormous amount of time, her eyes drowned in desire.
She looked at him while blushing, breathing more rapidly through her nose, unable to stop rubbing her thighs against each other.
He released her face brutally when he saw total submission in her gaze. He spread the beauty’s legs, now impatient. He was tight in his custom pants. He had only one desire: to taste her virgin fruit.
She let out a cry of pleasure upon feeling the fresh air again, her tongue sticking out. She spread her thighs wide open right in front of him while breathing rapidly, clinging to the black metal bars of her bed.
She was wet, very wet. He had already noticed that earlier. He got up from the bed to get rid of his pants and boxer, his thick and long member standing proudly. He pulled the leather belt between his hands and went to tie it around Perona’s wrists, fixing them to the bars.
She blushed while watching him do it, simply waiting for him to tear up her insides.
He came back between her legs, putting them on his broad shoulders. He slapped his hands against her thighs, leaving red marks. He was going to fill her like never before. She would never find anything better than him. She would become obsessed after this night.
She breathed rapidly, watching him. She came for the fifth time on his member while letting out a cry of pleasure even before he entered, her body anticipating everything.
Crocodile entered her with one thrust, without any further foreplay. He didn’t ask for more. He began to move, scratching her skin with his nails and the tip of his hook. He could only give her what her gaze demanded. She wanted to be destroyed. She finally felt alive. She wanted everything from him. And that’s what he was going to do before returning to the night.
She closed her eyes, letting herself be completely destroyed. Despite the pain she felt at the beginning, it was fucking good. With every deep thrust, she came, and as soon as he pulled back, her body followed to slam brutally against the iron bars of her bed that creaked under the force.
Forgetting everything about herself, living only for this monster inside her that was the only thing that interested her in that moment. She was more beautiful than ever. She lived under him. She shone even brighter than under the moonlight of the city.
He wanted to satisfy her, to give her pleasure. He gave powerful thrusts into her intimacy, seeing the sweet girl’s blood mix with her previous orgasms, shamefully quick and abundant.
She couldn’t even scream anymore because the orgasms were so numerous. Only the movement inside her seemed important. It wasn’t even simple relief anymore: he was literally punishing her for having used what now belonged to him.
He didn’t need to say anything, she didn’t need to ask. Only their bodies spoke. He wasn’t supposed to enter her like that, without protection, but he didn’t care. He gave her powerful thrusts of his hips. The sound of her stifled gasps and this wet friction was all that could be heard in the room, mixed with the distant hum of the city.
Crocodile finally tensed while looking at Perona. He wanted her to beg him to cum inside her, but just with a look.
She was completely submissive. She squinted while looking at him. She wanted him to cum, to burn her from the inside as from the outside. To mark his territory with such force that she could never relieve herself alone again and would always need him.
He stopped a little, caressing her face with one hand, showing a neutral expression. That was exactly what he wanted to see. Her expression was perfect.
He began to slam into her, again and again, without stopping pushing. He finally came inside her violently, not pulling out until he had let everything flow, filling her belly with his hot seed.
She closed her eyes while pressing her face against his hand, sticking her tongue out when he finally came inside her while trembling. He approached her, sucking on her tongue. He found it funny that she made that face every time she came.
He devoured her mouth for a long moment, then slowly withdrew, observing the mixture flowing out of her. He looked at her, lying on the bed, broken and satisfied. He put his shirt back on, then his boxer followed by his pants. He slipped on his shoes, reversing what he had done at the beginning of the evening.
“M-Master… Wait?” she murmured in a broken voice.
“What?” he said in a hoarse voice after so much time without speaking, his cigar relit between his lips.
Her voice was broken from screaming so much. She blushed upon hearing that deep voice, her arms still pulled back by the belt.
“Y-You can take me from behind… and in the mouth?”
She was already so enamored with him that it was fascinating.
“And why would I do that?” He gauged her for a long moment, his hook tapping the edge of the bed.
“W-Well… because it’s a whim of your bitch…”
“Hm,” he said as he approached her, his crooked smile hiding his satisfaction. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes Master! I-I need you so that the heat in my body stops. I beg you, Master! Come fill me dirtily, I need to be purified by you, Master!”
“I see.” He slowly turned his calculating gaze on her. “You feel empty all the time? I can help you, my pet.”
She looked at him with a timid smile.
“Yes… I have the impression that… as soon as you’re near me, I feel so good. But as soon as I feel like you’re leaving, I become as empty as a shell again, as if I had never crossed your path…”
“Listen, pet, I can’t give you what you want here.” He said while caressing her face again with the back of his hand, but his eyes said he had more to say.
She looked at him, panic forming in her eyes. She tilted her head into his hand.
“I… I don’t understand, Master…”
“You’re stuck in this city, but you could come with me. So we can live together fully, in love and pleasure,” he said while tucking one of her pink locks behind her ear.
Her eyes shone upon hearing that. “O-Of course I want to!”
“Really?” he said with a wicked smile that he hid from his beauty. “You delight your Master.”
“Could… could you remove the belt so I can quickly prepare a bag?”
“Of course, if you ask nicely.”
“Please, Master… Would you be so kind as to free me so I can prepare my things?”
“Of course.” He untied her brutally, his hook sliding over the belt with precision. “I’ll give you 10 minutes and 5 more to come join me in front of the building. You can say goodbye to this city. You’re mine now.”
She naively accepted, quickly preparing a bag with some gothic-style clothes, her makeup supplies, and her occult books, and ran to the door of the building to throw herself into Crocodile’s arms.
The man smiled ferociously as he took his beauty into his powerful arms. She wanted him. She was completely obsessed, just as he wanted. She was so much so that she had decided to follow him without asking any questions.
“Smoker, what are you going to do when you learn about the disappearance of this girl linked to your entourage?”
She was far too happy to notice the trap she had fallen into. For now, only Crocodile occupied her thoughts.
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