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The Swordsman rose early as he always did, as soon as the first light of the day broke through the small crack in the heavy curtains in his room, Mihawk could not remain asleep.
The inviting plush mattress held no appeal at the first breaking dawn of a new day, nor did its soft sheets. Yet there was a soft dip of weight beside him that made him turn and stop himself from rising that morning.
Candy floss pink hair sprawled in a mass of endless curls upon the pillow next to him, porcelain skin littered with small marks, gently breathing in complete bliss.
The memories of the night before hadn’t escaped him, Mihawk just wished to think upon them again.
Her words lead to a night of pure passion, confessions of words unspoken finally in the open as they spent the night learning a new side to one another.
Perona was a brat to the Swordsman, reminding him of that daily with the way she spoke to him, but there was a beautiful playful side to her that matched her beauty itself.
He may have often come across as cold and maybe even cruel…but it was useless denying anything after last night, the taste of her lips upon his unlike anything he’d want to savour for the rest of his life.
Living together, the amber eyed man knew her routine by now. Perona wouldn’t rise for at least another few hours and then proceed to spend hours getting ready for the day, picking through outfits and trying most of them on until she eventually would find joy in how she looked.
It never mattered what she picked to him, Perona was a picture of beauty, but it was never who he was to outright admit something like that.
His yellow eyes gazed over the satin sheets that graced her curves. Even today, at this time, she still remained alluring and tempting…it was enough to awaken Mihawk’s body completely.
“I can feel you staring.” A shrill, yet sleepy, voice called out.
An eyebrow rose, a small smirk forming on his face.
“Didn’t expect you to be awake.”
“Would you have preferred it if I wasn’t interested in a second glance?”
Amusement at her words creased into his lips as Perona sat up quickly, the candy floss curls somehow bigger and more pronounced after a night’s sleep.
“Well you don’t know me as well as you’d like to think.” She pouted, hand twirling a curl in her hand. “Mister Know-It-All…”
“I actually do think I know you rather well.” There was always a small tone of coldness to the way Hawkeyes spoke, but to the Ghost Princess, it came across as him being overly confident.
“Hardly.”
“And last night?”
Perona stopped, her cheeks puffing into a defiant pout.
“Still proves nothing!”
Mihawk smirked faintly, shuffling closer to the woman as she looked at him.
“I can prove I know you.” A hand caressed up her neck, resting on her cheek to grab her attention to himself with a single slow and tender kiss being placed to her pink lips. “I would actually love to prove to you that I do.”
The kiss was responded with a smaller, but equally affectionate press of her lips to his, almost whispering with want for what she could discover this man could do to her.
Moving gently across the sheets, Hawkeyes rested himself in between her legs, her thighs cushioning his hips in a perfect way, her hand holding his forearms with a pleading grip for him to stay exactly where he was. But he had other plans.
Lips began to trail down her already exposed body, goosebumps breaking across the porcelain skin as each bristle of his facial hair tickled her a little, each kiss bringing about a small whimper the lower down Perona’s body he wandered. It wasn’t until his warm breath ghosted over her curve did her eyes close in anticipation.
Mihawk looked up the curves of her body, suppressing his own eagerness in favour of proving her wrong…just one more time.
An eye opened to look at the amber eyed man looking at her from inbetween her legs, what can only be described as a small smirk across his lips, the Ghost Princess resumed that pout.
“Hey! You really going to tease me?” She shrieked lightly, her thighs spreading around him. “Doesn’t seem fair to keep me waiting.”
“Oh, Princess,” Mihawk mocked, his tongue running down her curve slowly, agonisingly slow. “I know you so well I knew you’d react that way.”
“Wh-whatever.” She whimpered, any strength in her words disappearing in a heavy breath at the first ministration around her womanhood. “Just…”
Pressing his appendage past her slit, her arousal being the first taste of the day, Perona was once again stopped from talking, a gasp filling the air around them.
“Like that.” Her command was weak but it was heard by Hawkeyes, his hands gripping around her thighs, gong deeper into her bundle of nerves.
Every way Mihawk’s tongue served the Ghost Princess was effortless to him, knowing exactly how to play her body as if she was a glass piano, delicate and beautifully melodic with the sounds she cried out. Perona’s breath grew more and more desperate, ragged and deep, the edge of her orgasm soothing through her body like a burning ember of a starting fire. The growing heat swelled in her gut, the morning’s cold air defeated by the warmth.
“Don’t-don’t stop.” A second command from the pink haired woman came with a grip in his soft pure black hair, Perona clinging to an idea she had control over this situation, Mihawk knowing the truth that his Ghost Princess was completely at his mercy.
A finger slid inside her entrance, her back relaxing against the headboard of the bed with a dulcet moan, her pink curls sprawling across the pillows as her fingers gripped into the bedsheet beneath her.
Mihawk used his tongue to circle around her clit whilst he set a rhythm that instantly hit that sweet spot within her further proving the point, he did know her, intimately and closer than anyone ever could hope to.
He knew her routine, how she would react to every little thing he would do in a day and despite only having one night together, Mihawk knew how to make her sing behind closed doors.
The Ghost Princess mewled softly at first, determined to show some form of control in this situation. Within a few desperate moans, that composure had faded away into a need for more of him until she could handle no more.
That ember ebbed within Perona’s body until the spark was fully lit, threatening to explode into a fierce fire within her core. Fingers burying into his hair even more, she cried out for the climax desperately, whining about how good he was making her feel.
As a smart remark rested on the tip of Mihawk’s tongue, he pressed another finger deeper inside the eager walls of her core, a small shriek escaping her unexpected lips. He continued for what seemed like such a short time to the Princess before that low heat burst into a brilliant fire that consumed every inch of her body.
Perona sang a symphony for Mihawk as she claimed her climax, he lavished the taste of her arousal, the sound of her melody…everything about her in this intimate moment.
The Swordman withdrew from his position, not affording her the small moment of reprieve and time to full ride out her high, a hand gripped around her ankle and dragged her body to lie down, legs fully open around him.
“I-I-“
“Got more demands for me, Princess?” Mihawk kissed her neck, positioning himself to rest once more inbetween her legs, his hardened member resting against her soaked curve.
Much to his surprise, Perona had nothing to say, just simply shaking her head and smiling up to him.
He knew that look. It was one that told him she had what she wanted.
“Seems like you didn’t need to make this request,” his hand gripped his erection, stroking it into her arousal before pressing into her core. “You knew I’d want it too.”
The Ghost Princess felt her back arch as it had the night before, feeling the Swordman impale her slowly, gently but perfectly.
As Mihawk bottomed out into her core, Perona’s nails gripped into each of his bicep, the sheer size of him stretching her once more.
He softly groaned into her neck before lips fell around her naked breast, his tongue working to pleasure her sensitive bud within his mouth whist he rolled his hips out of her core slightly, edging on the entrance itself.
“Mihawk,” Perona said breathlessly. “Again, have me again like you did last night.”
A smile crept across his lips, his hands cupping her thigh in a gentle grasp. Mihawk pressed his lips tenderly to hers, his hips thrusting into her once more. The sounds of her pleasure vibrated against his lips, the gentle rhythm he began to set encouraging the two to hold each other closely.
Mihawk didn’t know what he loved most about this, the way she felt around his cock, the way her hands caressed every inch of his body or how weightless he felt in this moment.
Perona mumbled her moans into his eager lips, the dance of their affection never breaking, one arm slid behind her back pressing their bodies closer together.
She pulled away from his kiss for a split second to give him a request.
“H-Harder.”
The whimper was nothing short of a begging him, his eyes growing darker with a desire that was about to burst further.
Without warning, he pulled out of her, a small whine from the emptiness coming from the Ghost Princess before she was flipped onto her stomach and positioned onto her knees.
“Harder?” Mihawk teased, his cock twitching at the delicious sight of the bratty princess on her knees before him panting already.
“Yes.”
“How badly does this little Princess want it?” There was no response from the candy floss mess before him, the pout radiating from very being. “Enough to ask me directly?”
“Mihawk…”
“Yes?”
“Please.” Perona whined.
“Let me hear it, how much you need me.”
“So-so bad. I need you.”
That final small whisper was enough for him to slam into her core, the porcelain flesh shifting at the force behind the thrust.
The Swordmans’ hands worked their way to the candy floss curls, either hand creating a ponytail for him to hold onto as his second ministration was just as rough as the first.
Perona’s neck craned at the way he held her, her cries echoing throughout the room as the cross adorned on his neck slapped against his chest with the ferocity.
“Mihawk!” The first scream of his name came out from her opened mouth, mixed with the louder cries at the new pace.
It would be a lie to say that Mihawk didn’t enjoy the way she screamed his name, her fingers desperately holding onto the sheets below.
Perona began to repeat his name like it was the only thing on her mind and it would be foolish of her to deny that it wasn’t.
Their bodies collided over and over, the sting from his harder ministrations leaving her thighs red and sore but she couldn’t care less.
“Why don’t you give me something I want?” The Swordsman grunted. “Come for me.”
“I-I already did.” She answered in a broken speech.
“Again.” Mihawk commanded, his hands dropping the curls and holding her hips for support with a bruising grip.
The Ghost Princess fell onto the mattress, defeated and dominated by the Swordsman, howling loudly into the plush underneath her.
His teeth picked up the golden cross on his chest, bringing the woman closer to him, his length pushing the limits of her control and finding her core welcome him in deeper.
With that single motion, Perona cried his name once more, her climax following the high pitched scream of the name.
Nails pierced the delicate flesh of the princess, Mihawk unable to hold on much longer as her own orgasm spelled his own, her walls clenching around his member sweetly, tightly and perfectly.
Landing against the plush feeling of the mattress, the Ghost Princess felt him withdraw from within her, landing beside her.
He still looked perfect.
Show off.
Mihawk looked to his side, seeing the mess of pink curls and those big beautiful eyes staring at him with a small amount of affection but a larger amount of jealousy for his calm composure.
“What?” He asked, pulling her into him.
“Y-never mind.” She poured within his arms, not finding the energy to complain or snap at the Swordsman. “I’m going back to sleep. Its way too early.”
Settling into his position on the bed, Mihawk could feel the sheets staining with sweat and his own climax below him, something he despised. What was the point in sleeping in a bed that was messy and unclean? It wasn’t pleasant at all.
But before he thought to complain, the soft breathing of the woman in his arms stopped him.
“Good plan.”
Mihawk hated staying in bed too long, but this morning, he didn’t care at all.