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You walk the same road every evening, from the inn to your home, returning from work. Your shoulders hang heavy from exhaustion and your tired steps make the miles stretch interminably. You imagine your back hunching, body slumping, and your arms becoming overlong so they drag in the dust behind you. You laugh half-heartedly at the grotesque image in your head. This just feels like a humorless life in which you have no right to any levity or peace.
Your mind casts ahead over the remaining miles until you are home and the hours it will take to complete your chores and your side work, before you will finally be able to rest. What is the saying, “no rest for the wicked?” Maybe it was “no rest for the weary?” Regardless, it seems you’re screwed. You rub your eyes to relieve the itch of fatigue and just barely catch a movement off to the side of the road.
There is a creek that runs parallel to the road, and a small copse that makes a lovely location to sit peacefully. You sometimes take a mid-journey rest there. Tonight, you see the reeds moving in an unusual manner. You know you should hurry past, as nothing good comes from unusual activity after nightfall. You know you should move on, steer clear, pretend you saw nothing. A rumble of a deep voice reaches your ear, beguiling you.
“It must be some evil spirit,” you imagine fantastically, “luring unsuspecting travelers to their doom.”
Nothing interesting ever happens, the drudgery of life is weighing you down—whatever the deciding factor, something in you decides looking to sate your curiosity cannot make things worse than they are already.
You cautiously move toward the reeds, thankful the moon is bright tonight and will help you see—unfortunately, it also illuminates you. Plus, your stealth skills leave something to be desired. A powerful arm darts out of the reeds and pulls you in.
Thickly muscled arms, bare broad powerful chest, the scent of male sweat and sake surrounds you. You have never felt so intensely frightened and turned on in your life. Your fingers press back against massive pectorals and you try to gain enough space that you can look into the face of the person holding you.
One bright eye leers down toward you, the other is scarred closed. The moonlight is glowing green through his thick, tousled hair.
“What have the gods sent me now? This night keeps getting better and better,” the deep, masculine voice rumbles. He lifts you so that his nose presses just under your ear, and he inhales your scent.
“Intoxicating,” he murmurs. His lips press against your neck.
“Ah…” you try to push away from his iron hold, “Excuse me!”
He grins down at you, struggling in his arms.
“Please…put me down!”
He sets you carefully on your feet, but keeps a tight hold on your waist.
“What’s your pleasure darlin’?” he waits calmly for your answer. Your cheeks flush even more than they already were from this perplexing situation.
“Sake? Some company? Both?” His arm around your waist tightens, his fingers explore your curves.
“I need to be on my way…” you try to step back and are unable to move away from him. His physical presence and strength are overwhelming.
“Why’d you leave the path?” He dips his head toward yours and his tongue traces down your neck. A shiver runs through your body all the way to your toes. “Were you hoping to get lost?”
“N-no…” you struggle to think, to speak, not sure how to respond to him. He’s a giant of a man, brawny with wide shoulders and a beautifully sculpted physique. You spot three swords leaning against a log and assume he must be a bandit, stealing from travelers. A fleeting thought crosses your mind that at least you have nothing worth taking, until a powerful hand slides down from your waist and over your hips, to grab a handful of your ass. He groans as he spreads his fingers and squeezes your flesh more deeply. His breath fans against your neck, making you arch your body against him.
“That’s more like it,” he growls. He lifts you up, pressing his thick thigh between your legs. His body is hard against yours, taking your breath as he drags your core gradually up his thigh to lock against his hip. A quiet whine escapes you, outside of your control.
“I was just gonna do some moon-gazing while I drink, can I tempt you to stay?” He purrs as your head falls back and he tastes the hollow of your throat. Your body is demanding that you yield to him. He correctly receives your signals and unties the sash around your yakuta and pushes it off of your shoulders. He immediately moves to bite your bare shoulder then boosts you fully into his arms.
“You’re so quiet, have you nothing to say? In a few moments I plan to be burying my cock deep inside you.”
You gasp, desire flooding you; you have never wanted anything more than what he is offering to you right now. He seems to be pausing his intentions, giving you space to respond, so you manage to breathily reply, “Please...”
—-
The beast, the demon, whatever fell creature is this man, places you on his cloak spread on the ground. He kneels before you and unsheaths his monstrous cock. He strokes it and holds its weight in one hand as he lifts a jug of sake to his lips. You lay immobilized, captivated by the sight of him. Your body’s craving him urgently.
His eye scans your body as he sets down the sake. He pushes aside your skirt and lifts your hips, pulling you to him and tilting you to align with him as he spreads your legs wide.
He drags his massive cock head along your folds, sending cascades of tremors through your body. He notches it against your entrance and presses into you. Your body’s resistance is short lived; with a few swirls of his cock head you open to him greedily.
As he sinks into you, his groans increase in volume and intensity. Your hips thrust up with scorching need, trying to take more of him more rapidly.
His body covers you completely, you are contained within his atmosphere. Your sense of the sky, the stars, the moon is replaced by him. The air you breathe, the wind against your skin, the humidity in the air, are eclipsed by his presence.
He sinks into you completely, wholly sheathed within you, bringing you fullness you have never experienced before. You breathe him in, then moan in harmony with his feral growls of pleasure. He withdraws his heavy shaft almost completely out of you, pauses, then powerfully thrusts, driving deep into you, slamming his balls against you, building to an aggressive pace. Each forceful thrust drives the air out of you, along with cries of pleasure and sobs of overstimulation.
You pull him down onto you and his mouth captures yours passionately. Your body responds like he is your missing half: clinging to him, gripping him, trying to merge with him. All of your synapses are lit up in reaction to his gravitational pull.
He tastes sinfully delicious, awakening an insatiable thirst for him. Is it the moonlight? Is it the mysterious nature of the night? What makes this man transcend your senses and compels you to give all of yourself to him?
Your wild, restless mind is snapped back to reality as you feel his hips slam into yours then slow, then slam into you and slow again. His cock is throbbing, pulsing, racing toward its release. The tremors in your body intensify and you grip and pull him tightly with your legs wrapped around his hips. He thrusts into you and grinds, over and again, pulling depraved sounds from you revealing your own impending cataclysm.
A roar erupts from within him, as he lodges deep inside you to deliver ruthless blasts of his seed. You grip him tight, fingernails digging into his flesh, surviving his onslaught only by surrendering to your own orgasmic peak.
He rides unceasingly until your bodies are beyond spent, then comes to rest still embedded fully within you. You hold him tight, impulsively determined to never release him.
He sighs, then mumbles something unintelligible against your neck. His body relaxes into you as he falls asleep.
You lay in the shadow of this man until dawn breaks the sky. He stirs slowly, disoriented with his surroundings. He blinks at you and tilts his head in thought for a moment, then a devilish smile spreads across his face.
He tilts his hips and his cock hardens as he presses against you. You feel shy in the growing light of day, and he whispers encouragements in your ear.
“Come with me,” he croons in his deep voice. He kisses along your neck, destroying any pretense you had of resistance.
You have no questions, no concerns, your eagerness to be shed of this life joins with your overwhelming desire for this man. Will you regret such a rash decision? Who the fuck cares.
He sweet talks you through taking him again, your body opening and receiving him with familiarity and desire. The sounds of travelers on the road increase as he rides you quietly. He holds your hand and sucks on your fingers as he rolls his hips against yours in a steady rhythm. Together you build into a panting, rutting mess of tangled limbs and connected bodies. Your orgasm washes over you and steals your breath, and in the quiet moment in the eye of your release, he erupts into you, flooding you with his come.
Your bodies come to rest once more. A sliver of fear shoots through you, concern that his words before were simply used to convince you to stay a while longer, to fulfill his need. You try to look anywhere else, but he fills your vision and catches you with a look that reveals he has no intention of letting you go.
—-
After dressing and leaving the copse, the man leads you down the road in the direction of the sea. He keeps his arm wrapped around you, holding you close as you walk. No more words are spoken, only looks exchanged which feel more meaningful than any words you have ever heard. It’s probable that the two of you became lost for a while, so distracted by stolen kisses and longing looks that the journey to the coast takes far longer than it reasonably should.
The man points to a large ship with a delightful lion figurehead—and a Jolly Roger flying proudly in the breeze! You grip tightly to his side as you approach the ship and then nervously climb aboard. There are several people on the deck attending to various tasks, and one very happy looking man wearing a straw hat who is eagerly waiting for you at the top of the rope ladder.
“Welcome aboard! Are you joining our crew??” He greets you with a dazzling smile. He turns to the man and says, “Hey Zoro! Who’s this?”
The man, apparently Zoro, turns to you with a suddenly shy smile and says, “I didn’t catch your name…”