Young Lady

by Quinloki

Summary:

You were hired to take out Rayleigh Silvers, except no one actually told you that's who your target was, and things went terribly wrong, very quickly.

Chapter 1

You came hard.

All the muscles in your body tensed and you lost control of your limbs. Your fingers and toes bent independent of each other as your brain nearly short circuited from the intense pleasure. Spots scattered across your vision as pleasure dribbled from your mouth and your thighs.

You were going to die this way, you were almost certain of it, and yet the needy shuddering gasps pulling air into your exhausted lungs were begging for more. You’d lost the fight long before now, and you were already losing your mind.

A week ago you had taken on a job, your final job if it went well. You had enough saved up to go along with the pay for this job that you could retire afterward. That had always been the plan.

Just enough murder to never have to do anything else ever again. You didn’t like it. Didn’t like that you were good at it. Didn’t like that the world was messed up enough that you could get paid for it, and that nothing else paid quite as well.

If you had known who your target really was, you never would’ve taken the job in the first place. You had no way to know if the contact had been duped as well, or if you were just being disposed of.

You weren’t ever going to know at this rate.

You roll onto your stomach and try to crawl away, even just an inch, just to be outside of that strong, incessant, endless grip. If only you had a minute, just one, to catch your breath and regain your senses, you’d run. No pay, no revenge, no anything - you’d make what you already had saved away work, someway, somehow.

A firm grip on your ankle causes you to freeze.

“My sweet little guest, you can’t leave yet.” The low voice sinks into your core as his hands practically caress your legs. Calloused, leathery hands that had years of work etched into them, years of piracy. They were immovably gentle, and the pleasure they tickled into your skin as they moved toward your ass was some kind of terrible dark magic.

Strong hands gripped the meat of your ass cheeks, kneading them and ripping pleasure-filled gasps from your mouth.

“N-no… no more, please…” You whimper. You can’t even look over your shoulder at the old man that was manipulating your body like he was your maker. If you met those eyes again you’d lose your mind.

“You’re at least half my age, young lady, and in such an active profession. Certainly you can go a few more rounds.”

You shake your head nearly crying. “I c-can’t, I can’t - please!”

You feel him move between your legs, his long body and hot skin pressing against you before dry, tender lips kissed your back.

“You came to me.” He says, in a deadly calm tone of voice. “To claim what little was left of my life.” He repeats words from the beginning of your evening, when he had first caught you. He’d snatched your wrist out of the air so easily you had known immediately that you were exceptionally out-classed.

This was no old, escaped slave you had been sent to end, it was a man of pure skill. When his name had left his lips your soul had nearly left your body.

“You gave yourself to me. Are you rescinding that offer, young lady?” He questions, his thick, steel-hard cock pressing against your ass, as if to punctuate his point.

You whimper, but after a moment you shake your head, choking back the frustrated and exhausted sob at the edge of your throat. “N-no. I… have no right to- to argue ah-against whatever you d-do to me.”

“Good. Now, don’t move, little assassin. I’m going to give that tight swollen cunt of yours a break.” He says before he spreads your ass open and spits on it.

The cool saliva makes you flinch, but you keep from moving otherwise. You hear him sloppily licking his own fingers before pressing it against the tight ring.

“Relax, I haven’t made anything hurt yet. I don’t plan to start now.” He purrs as his finger pushes into your ass slowly. There’s a slight burn at the stretch, but he pushes in gently and easily.

It goes from stinging a little to just feeling weird. The weirdness doesn’t last long, however and a grunted gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through you in a new way.

“There it is.” He chuckles, punctuating his point by hitting the spot again, and causing you to squirm and gasp. “You are delightfully sensitive, young lady. Makes me want to drown you in pleasure until you’re begging me to save you.”

His finger pulls back enough to allow him to push a second finger in. There was a momentary sting again, as your anus stretches a little more. The two thick fingers twist and scissor and turn inside of you, brushing against, and often pressing against, strangely pleasurable areas, making your breath catch and shuddering through your bones.

“C-cum… I’m … gonna, don’t want to… please!” You’re grasping at the sheets and trying not to pull yourself away. You tried to get away from him earlier and he made you cum three times in a row and you nearly passed out.

The Dark King’s skills went far beyond whatever he had done as the first-mate to the Pirate King.

“I like it when you cum.” He purrs, looking over you as his fingers work deeper into your ass. “Even more so when you struggle so much to try and avoid it, little assassin.”

“Gonna die!” You gasp, your body already shuddering against the building orgasm. They were starting to become painful, the muscles of your body protesting against the exertion.

“You haven’t cum nearly enough to be worried about that!” He laughs, as he pulls his fingers out. “But I don’t want you cumming on my fingers anymore.”

His hands clamp onto your arms as he presses you into the mattress before the head of his cock pushes against your ass.

“No,” you whimper. He’s too big. You aren’t sure you could take him in your pussy, never mind in your previously untouched ass.

There’s pressure as he pushes against you, but it eases up before it starts to hurt. He shifts, his knees pushing your legs wide, and you feel him rubbing against your sopping wet slit. You’ve cum so many times you wouldn’t be surprised if you were pruny from being so wet for so long.

“By the seas, you’re nearly gushing.” He says in amusement, as though he hadn’t just spent the last two hours becoming intimately familiar with every inch of you.

You feel him lining up with your entrance, before he leans low and whispers in your ear. “This might hurt, young lady.”

In a swift motion he pushes all the way into you. You hadn’t even had time to be nervous about his warning before you were filled impossibly full. You were no stranger to sex, pleasure was a perk of life, and you weren’t shy about it, but all the people you’d shared a bed with before now were all suddenly terribly unsatisfactory.

The stretch was sweet and tinged with pain but there was no blood, no sense of being ripped. He stayed still, buried to his hips inside you. You weren’t sure if he was twitching inside you, or if you were twitching against him, but the fluttering sensation was already causing your legs to twitch and your toes to curl.

The first few movements were slow, calculated, and methodical. You couldn’t hide your twitches and gasps even if it had meant death. It had been the same when the evening had first begun - when he’d plucked the first orgasm from you without even touching you. You were laid bare for this man, and in far more ways than just your lack of clothes.

His grip on your arms tightens, and your joints groan as he pulls you up off the mattress a little. There’s no purchase for you as your legs are spread too wide and your arms are in Rayleigh’s hands. He pushes into you slowly a few times before setting a swift rhythm. You’re being bounced off his hips and you can feel the impact of his thrusts sending shockwaves through your ass.

It feels like how it did when he was kneading your ass, the sensation sending pleasure through you front and back and you can’t squirm, twist or adjust to get away from it. Despite the swift pace he’s still sending jolts of pleasure through your core with every smack of skin against skin. The pleasure’s building in your core so fast, that you can’t even barely whimper for him to stop before the tension snaps and you’re shuddering against him.

Unlike before he doesn’t stop, his pace seeming to be unbothered as pleasure and exhaustion almost cause you to ragdoll in his arms. If anything, the lack of tension in your body pushes him deeper with each smack, whimpered pleas falling from your lips as you’re gasping for air.

You can feel a second – twelfth? – orgasm start to build, but just before you seem ready to drown in it, he pulls out and lets you drop into the mattress. You don’t stay there long before he pulls one of your legs up to his chest, pulling you onto your side. He straddles your other leg as he pushes back inside of you.

With your leg braced against his chest, he kisses along your ankle and calf as he slowly moves inside you. A few minutes of the softer pace and the gentle kisses against your skin give you a chance to catch your breath again. When the focus comes back into your eyes you see him smile.

The smile causes your heart to skip a beat – it’s the first time since the night began, that he looked handsome in your eyes. At first he was a terrifying demon of a man, so far beyond your own skills that you were certain you were looking death in the eyes. After that he seemed a perverted, lonely old creep, desperate for a younger piece of ass.

But it was neither desperation nor need that had caused him to pump pleasure into your body. It was simply a repayment – you had meant to kill him, even if you could have never hoped to do so, and so he took from you what he wanted. He had no interest in taking your life, even if he had a right, pragmatically speaking, but if he had let you go without a cost you wouldn’t have been satisfied.

No, more truthfully, you would’ve come back at some point for personal revenge. To be let off without consequence would have been insulting.

“Seems we’re just about there.” Rayleigh muses. He keeps your leg tight to his chest, using his other hand to tease your clit as he begins to thrust into you again.

The skilled bastard hadn’t touched your clit the whole evening and you scream in surprise and pleasure as his fingers move roughly against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hands grip his wrist, but you cannot hope to move his hand away as the pleasure nearly breaks you.

You’re sobbing and begging for him to stop, but all he does is push into you faster. When the orgasm crashes into you, your entire body seems to shatter. The air rushes from your lungs as taut, but exhausted muscles, twitch and spasm in his immovable grasp. Spots explode in your vision, and you nearly black out from the intense rush that overwhelms you.

You barely hear the grunt of pleasure fall from the old man’s lips, but you can feel the wet slick fill you up and coat your thigh even before he’s pulled out.

Your body sinks into the mattress. You’re more liquid than bones after so many orgasms, and you couldn’t hope to move, protest, or even beg at this point. Drenched in sweat and cum, you don’t hear what he says to you as your consciousness finally gives out.

You were pretty sure it was “Rest well.”

Chapter 2: Young Lady - Aftercare

Summary:

Decided to do some Aftercare Themed posts for Kinktober to unwind a little. Most of them take place after stuff I've already written, so I'll be adding them onto the pieces they belong too.

Enjoy ^_^

Rayleigh regards the limp, naked form of the assassin in his bed for a few long moments, certain that she’s unconscious and not dead. Lifting the small form easily he carries her to the bathroom and begins to clean her up.

The shivering pleasure, the sweet moans, the powerful orgasms he had pulled from her during the hours leading up to this replayed in his mind as he worked. Sent to him by someone who was probably expecting Silvers to end her, she had been convinced that he was simply an escaped slave.

She knew better by now, for sure.

Slipping into the bath with her, he makes sure to clean everything, using a wash cloth on her face and carefully rinsing things away. It wouldn’t do to go through the trouble of keeping her alive just to accidentally drown her while she was unconscious.

Her stamina was commendable. Aside from Shakky there weren’t very many people who could keep pace with him, even in his older years. Roger would’ve been able to, easily, but his old captain was a monster among monsters. It was Rayleigh who would’ve found himself scrambling to match his captain’s pace.

After getting you cleaned up, Rayleigh carefully dries you off and sets about patching up your wounds. They’re nothing more that a few bruises and some raw spots - despite his skill you weren’t exactly weak. It’s a good thing that the first time he bested you it was soundly enough to shake your resolve. Things could’ve gone much differently if you had been more determined.

Your heart, however, wasn’t aligned with your line of work. Another reason he had gone the route he’d gone. Especially once you acquiesced.

Well, as much as you could, given the situation.

Pulling the soiled bedding off, he sets down a comforter and then lays you on top of that. Using the rest of the bandages, he ties you down to the bed, spread eagle with just a little bit of wiggle room.

“I think you’ve been ill-informed, young lady.” Rayleigh had said, your wrist tight in his hand. Anger was on your face, but the color drained out of it so fast at his next words that he’d worried you were going to pass out. “I’m Silvers Rayleigh, the dark king.”

“… no, I -.”

“Yes, I assure you.” He’d laughed, your disbelief had been almost cute.

“No! I just - just… Let, let me go. I’ll - you’ll never see me again, I swear!”

“You came here to take my life.” Pulling you close he could see the will to fight had left you. “Why should I let you leave without balancing that desire out?”

“Anything,” you murmured, eyes wide and full of all the terrible stories he was sure existed about The Dark King Rayleigh. “I’ll give you anything, just please, don’t kill me.”

He’d let his gaze shift over your body. “Anything?” He looked back at you. “That’s a dangerous offer, young lady, are you certain?”

Nodding, your face flush. “Don’t… don’t kill me, and you can do… anything you want.”

And so he had. For hours he’d done all he wanted to do. You made pleasing sounds, you squirmed and trembled in delightful ways. It was fair recompense, and despite some misgivings, you’d agreed. Rayleigh wasn’t going to worry about the details with someone in your line of work.

Pulling a chair over to the bed, he sat down comfortably, and began to read. He rested a bit, and let you sleep, and when you’d started moaning in your sleep, muttering his name in the sweet, tremulous voice, he put his book in one hand, and put the other hand between your thighs.

The shivering sounds of your dreams broke into something more real as his calloused fingers idly teased your clit. Half of his attention is still on the book in his other hand as your dream and reality begin to mix. Pleasure rushes through you, making you moan deeply.

The vision of Rayleigh between your thighs shifts into the undeniable warmth of his fingers against your skin.

“Wha-?” Your brain stutters as the phantom Rayleigh of your dreams vanishes from sight, and the very real pleasure of his fingers floods your senses. “F— fuck!” Your limbs curl, but the bandages hold your body open as you twist uselessly.

“C-cum, I’m going to…!!” Your body tenses as you orgasm hard against his fingers, the sudden rush locking all sound and breath in place for a couple seconds before you finally start to come down.

Unlike earlier, when he’d seemed intent to shatter your soul with pleasure, the older man pulls his fingers away from your shivering body. You’re only vaguely aware of him licking his fingers clean, eyes still focused on the book he’s reading as you tug against the cloth bandages holding you in place. Coming to your senses, from your rest and your orgasm you realize that your body has been cleaned and tended to.

“What were you dreaming about, young lady, that you cried my name so sweetly in your sleep?” His question seems idle and relaxed, but you can feel it caress your hips as though he was touching you himself.

Your legs try to close just from his words and you whimper as you realize you can’t cover yourself. It’s not a distraught sound, but one desperate for more - and desperate for escape. Lying will do you no good, and you want to know.

Dreams?

Or reality?

“I… I was dreaming that,” you lick your lips, swallowing thickly. “Your face was between my thighs.”

Rayleigh turns a page in his book. “How fortunate it is that there is ample room between your thighs right now, young lady.”

By the time he closes the book, you’re already shivering. Anticipation has you half mad with desire, and he’d already proven he knew more ways to elicit pleasure from you than you knew possible. Warm finger on your leg, as the bed dips from his weight, sending a jolt through your muscles.

There was no escape. There never had been. He may consume you entirely, leaving nothing left of you to be worried about the future. By his desire any sunrise could be your last. Pleasure alone ushering you sweetly to an endless rest.

Whether you died tonight, or lived forever didn’t matter. There was only one thing left for you.

“Please.”

Notes:

Before anyone implodes for the ending, I am considering a part 3 - so hang in there XD

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 10 of Miscellaneous One Piece One Shots