Chapter 0 - Bump n grind

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Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, the demon of the East, and the formerly most feared bounty hunter in all of East Blue, was not in the best of moods. He was injured, his body left broken and bruised in ways even the shenanigans he had gotten involved with his crew hadn't fully prepared him for.

His left leg was broken, his right forearm had been snapped, and his shoulder was taken out of his socket. At least four of his ribs were bruised, and at least two of them were cracked, and for the life of him, he couldn't stop his broken nose from bleeding all over him, no matter how many times he snapped the appendage back into place.

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He was in pain, physically almost broken in half, and not doing as well mentally or emotionally these past few days being separated from his friends, his crew mates scattered across the winds by a warlord of the sea, leaving Zoros captain to fend for himself against all that their enemies could throw at him.

He should have been with Luffy; Zoro knew that and cursed his body every chance he could these past few days. If he had been stronger than he was, he could have helped Luffy save Ace from his execution.

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He bled through his bandages constantly, seemingly needing a fresh role of bandage and medical tape nearly twice a day, he still couldn't stomach solid food in his stomach even after waking up on this strange-looking island all those weeks ago, and even worse, he still hadn't been allowed a sip of alcohol this entire time because of his training.

"1000, "Zoro grunted as he lifted himself off the ground for the last time. His one-thousandth pushup was far more challenging to finish than the first one. His arms felt numb, but he couldn't be sure if it was from the strain from training or that he had been ordered to remain in bed the whole day and restrain himself for training until he was back to one hundred percent health.

The latter is more likely than the former, considering that one thousand pushups, while a decent start, was far from explaining the tension he felt hang over his body.

But it wasn't the pain that put Zoro in such a fowl mood, pain and he were old companions after all, nor was it the fear he held for his crew mates' safety, knowing full well that every one of them could and would defend themselves if and when the time called for it. It wasn't even the fact that he was told to stop training until he was healed. He was in a terrible state, to be honest.

And who was dumb enough to disagree with the world's strongest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk, regarding training and growing stronger? If there was anyone in this world who could help Zoro get strong enough to help his friends and survive the New World, it was the Warlord of the Sea, after all.

No, it wasn't any of these things that caused Zoros's lousy mood; it was the specific person, a woman who had just spent the past hour and a half watching him as he worked out and all the dumb comments she made while she did it.

She sat there, smugly drinking one of those far too sweet pastries she preferred. Her black eyes danced with amusement at every fumble and mistake Zoro made. Her pink hair was long and flowing down her back, freed from the confines of the woman's everyday hairstyle; the curls reminded Zoro of the ocean's waves.

"If the ocean waves were pink or belonged on the head of some annoying woman who didn't know when to shut her mouth, that is.

"you do realize you're bleeding all over the floor, right?" the woman asked in that sing-song way. Her voice wobbled whenever she asked a question whose answer she already knew. "

Perona, or as Zoro referred to her, the bitch in the pink skirt, stared smugly at the swordsman from across the sitting room, the ornate tea set of polished silver acting as a beacon for Zoros eyes. Or at least he tried to look directly at the teapot, the silvery glint keeping his eyes from traveling up and down the woman's long, pale white legs and the knee socks that hugged her thick thighs as the woman deliberately crossed her legs she did whenever she was bored and decided to herself that annoying him would be her entertainment for the evening.

"If you dont like what you see, then turn away." zoro said more to himself as he stood back to his full height, his eyes baring down at the mischievous eyes of the island's only other occupant."I didn't ask you to come here."

"You didn't need to ask me for me to know you wanted company." Perona laughed, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she bemusedly eyed his bandaged form." You don't strike me as the type of guy who knows how to speak to a girl. What's wrong, swordsman? You're not scared of little old me, are you?"

She laughed again, the sound returning him to the quagmire of thriller bark and his failure to protect his crew. If he had been stronger in the first place, he wouldn't have been in this situation, but complaining about the PTSD couldn't and wouldn't have changed where he was now.

"Zoro rolled over onto his back, the tall, ornately decorated ceiling filling his vision as he tried to block the smug smile and devious black eyes staring at him from his mind as he performed the first of his many situps. The more he works, the more he trains, the less time Zoro gets to think about things he can't control, not about his crew, and certainly not about a set of firm hips and thick thighs that floated about his head, the ghost girl smug almost much to bare as she stared down at him.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Swordsman, why dont you want to talk to me? Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!" The self-proclaimed ghost princess laughed, twisting and turning as her body floated in the air."Didn't your momma tell you it was rude to ignore a pretty lady when she was talking to you? Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!"

"Pretty lady?" Zoro said as he sat up again, his mental count of situps broken by the pink-haired woman's nonstop nagging. "What pretty lady?..."

Zoro felt his body go numb, emotion and regret freezing his body solid as his mind filled with the dark thoughts that kept him up at night. A little voice whispered in his ear all the secrets he had hidden from the world.

"I'm worthless," Zoro muttered, the weight of his failures making a living in this dark world unbearable. " I can't live like this anymore."

... That stupid fucking bitch!

"Hey! Watch where you're throwing those stupid ghosts around. You almost made me take my eye out!" the swordsman shouted back, the annoyance and anger that erupted deep within his soul, shrugging off the devil-fruit-created depression like a blanket after a bad dream. The annoyance of Zoros's glare met with the annoyance of Peronas, a cocktail of hormones and egos rearing up to be less of the back-and-forth banter the relationship of the two had turned into these past few weeks and more of a tension that was straining the bounds of violence." Don't you have something better to do!"

"I would if a green-haired baboon took a day off occasionally!" Perona said, her voice huffy as she floated in the air with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face." Figgures, the only boy not old enough to be my father, is too much of an idiot to take a hint."

"Maybe if someone wasn't an annoying brat to be around and let me do what I had to do, I could take time off instead of constantly trying to make up for lost time!

"Stubborn jackass!" Perona shouted, her slender and pale fingers balled into fists as she leaned down to glare at the wounded swordsman.

"Stupid ghost girl," Zoro shouted back, his annoyance toward the girl reaching a fevered pitch after days of the girl's nagging voice.

"Shitty swordsman!" Perona shouted, her eyes wide with anger as she leaned nose to nose with the larger man.

"Bitch." Zoro growled back like a wolf, giving one last warning before it struck.

"Fuck you!" the gothic princess bit back, her voice loud and her eyes wide.

"No, Fuck you!"Zoro responded, his body on fire as he tried to ignore the pain his body was in.

"No, Fuck you!" Perona shot back, her breath hitched and her chest heaving as she approached the man.

"FUCK YOU!" Zoro roared like a lion, his voice echoing across the high ceiling of the castle, booming across the blackened sky of Kuraigana Island.

The pink-haired woman said nothing, her eyes shining with a raw emotion Zoro had seen many times before. For a moment, zoro expected her to hit him, to lash out with a slap or a punch, or maybe shoot out one of the freaky ghosts that made Zoro want to put a bullet in his own head.

Whatever spiteful attack she was planning on throwing, zoro was confident he was ready for it.

"My room, five minutes." the pink-haired woman said with a smirk before she turned around and left the room without even looking to see if Zoro was following her.

Zoro grumbled. Zoro was down if this was how she wanted it to go. He was injured, sure, but he was still confident he could take her quickly enough. If the pink-haired menace wanted to throw down, then who was he to say no? Besides, the quicker they get this over with, the sooner he can return to training.

What could possibly go wrong?

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SLAM!

Honestly? It was a surprise for Perona that they made it to her room before the swordsman pushed her against a wall and kissed her. She was not complaining about the man's forcefulness; she had never had a man be this attentive to her. Still, by everything holy in the world, she was going insane.

She felt her back pressed against the wall, the weight of the man's chest and muscles on her chest, forcing her body to melt into his, as Roronoa Zoro, famed swordsman and all around one of the dumbest men Perona had the unfortunate luck to meet, shoved his tongue down her throat with a level of expertise that honestly surprised the ghost devil fruit user.

A lot about this current situation surprised Perona, not that she complained much, as she felt Zoros's hand reach under her blouse. The garment slipped over her arms and was discarded onto the floor before they even reached the bed, with the speed and dexterity that made the swordsman such a menace on the battlefield.

She could feel his hands land on her hips, and he kissed her right back, rough calluses of his rough hands sending shivers over Perona's body. Zoro handled her with little care, his kisses taking her breath away, her heart beating like she had run a hundred miles between returning to her bedroom and being thrown onto her bed. She would have liked to think her tongue was battling his own as he ravished her. Still, she knew she had long given up trying to keep up with the force of nature whose kisses seemed to be intent on putting his lips on every inch of her body.

And Perona meant every inch

"Slow down there, big guy..." Perona said, catching her breath momentarily before it hitched again at the sensation of the swordsman's mouth on her neck, slightly sucking on the skin and forcing the pink-haired goth princess to bite back another moan."Momma isn't going anywhere..."

You put a knife to Perona's throat, and she might tell you that this was not the position she thought she was going to be in when the thought of bedding the swordsman crossed her mind. But to be honest, she was hoping it would.

oPerona had expected to entice the younger man; his evident inexperience with women and girls, or just anyone who didn't have a sword, was easy enough to notice. Virgins were easy enough to entice; a few coy smiles and a couple of not-so-subtle views of her stocking-clad legs were enough to get a lot of men to jump at the chance to warm her bed. Perona was even looking forward to the long nights she would spend teaching her young paramour everything he would know about the body of a woman.

She would teach him just the right way. Perona liked to be fucked, with her on top as she took the lead riding the famed straw hat swordsman to climax after climax under the blood moon of their temporary home.

That was not how it happened.

"The sooner I get finished with you, the sooner I get back to training," Zoro muttered, his voice echoing past the thick thighs in his hands, their soft flesh trembling more and more with each passing second. Zoro's hot breath and rough words slowly got closer to Perona's souping wet core." I don't have all day, you know. Not all of us can laze about all day."

Perona watched as the man tugged off her panties with his mouth, the utterly soaked garment sliding up the length of Perona's leg, zeros rough hands gripping her sides as he flipped her over, his strong hands manhandling her as if she were a doll. There was a gentleness to the man's toughness despite his rough ways, making Perona feel like she was made of glass one moment while throwing her around like a kid playing with his favorite toy.

Perona wasn't ashamed to admit the thought of the man on top of her, a destroyer of men and a breaker of pirates who could do whatever he wanted to Perona. She couldn't do anything to stop him; Zoro was trying to be gentle with her, and he was kind and more generous than some of the other men Perona had taken to her bed before this. Honestly? The effort alone made her heart explode, and her loins felt like she was sitting in a warm bubble bath.

On the other hand...

"You got your hands on the only woman within a hundred miles, and she is ready to let you do Anything you want to her as long as your cock is in her." Perona said, half of her angry at the man's single-mindedness while the other half of her was far too turned on to care."And all you're talking about is your training? You really are useless."

"Who are you calling useless? Zoro bit back, his back eyes making Perona feel face-to-face with a great white shark reading to swallow her whole.

"The oaf with a one-track mind." Perona moaned out, slipping the man's white shirt over his powerful chest, savoring the thick slabs of muscle the warrior wore like a suit of armor, Perona's thin white fingers tracing every line and every valley of granite-like skin she could get her hands on. Her heart was racing, and her thighs were soaking, Perona's heartbeat sounding like drums of war as she watched the man take his cock out of his pants with the free hand that wasn't currently playing with her clit as masterfully as he wielded his weapons of choice. "I hope you're better in bed than in a -horo-horo-horo-horo! "

Persona felt the sensation of Zoro's rough fingers intertwining between her long pink curls and forcing her down, her face pressed against her silk sheets and goose feather pillows. Her ass, like a ripened peach glistening from her own juices, was raised to the sky, zeros powerful grip sinking into soft and supple flesh as he pressed Perona to his thigh.

...that was his thigh, right?

"Dont you ever shut up."Zoro barked. His voice was deep, and for a moment, Perona was reminded that just a few months ago, Zoro had been an enemy,

Perona smiled to herself into the pillow; the softness of the bed contrasted with the hardness and the power of the man who held her, driving the young woman wild as she whirled her body around in the man's grip. Her round perfect ass swayed back and forth against the thick slab of dick that Zoro was now rubbing against Peron's pussy.

"why dont you make me?"Perona asked; her smile was audible enough to hear as she prodded Zoro one last time to fire him up.

It worked.

Perona's eyes shot wide as Zoros's cock pierced her, inch after inch of grade-A dick stretching her little by little, the moan from Perona's lips turning into a silent prayer as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She felt his hands on her hips, the strong, manly hands, the rough sensation of his fingers sinking into her supple hips and pulling her towards him. His dick sank, inch by glorious inch, until she was completely filled by him, the sensation making Perona feel drunk off of wine, a warm glow of heat filling her stomach as petite continuous orgasms filled her mind and curled her toes.

He was claiming her. His hands, his cock, every part of him was taking her, rutting into her like a lion would his lioness or a conquerer would his favored concubine.

Perona let out a breathless moan, her body twitching and her soul on fire. Her climax was inescapable, rising higher and higher until it swallowed her up and drove her to scream for joy as she shrieked out as the syllable of lust and love would never end as pleasure itself echoed and crashed within her.

Holy... wait a minute...give me...a sec..." Perona tried to speak, the delirium of her coming making her vision blurry and her mind wander. She had already cum, but the man didn't stop, his thick shaft slapping against Peronsa thick with the seriousness of a man being challenged to a duel." I... need a couple of minutes... please just...o-OH FUUUUUCK."

Perona's body shot up, her back arching as she felt Zoros hands on her neck, holding her in place as she orgasmed for the second time from the swordsman bitch breaker of a cock.

But Zoro would not stop, even as Perona's fingers drew blood across his powerful back and broad shoulders, even when she bit down into his flesh to prevent her from screaming as yet another orgasm rushed through her body, his pumps and thrusts rattling the bed they laid upon and the sounds of their passion filled the room.

"Oh my god, Yes! Oh God!... Where did you learn this?" Perona moaned out, her lipstick-smeared lips pouting as she readjusted her lower body, pushing back as hard as she could to Zoros thrust to ensure every thick inch of Zoror's cock was on the side of her as long as was possible." Where did you learn to fuck to fuck like this! You said...oh god...you said you wear a virgin."

"I am," Zoro said as he lifted Perona into his arms, his cock piling in and out as he carried her in the air, pushing Perona against the cold stone of the walls, taking advantage of the firmer surface holding his weight to drive himself deeper into the wailing and writhing woman in his grip. "Why? Am I not doing it right?"

Here she was, her thick thighs squeezing the hips and her long legs wrapped around the waist, her arms encircled across the broad shoulders of one of the dumbest men Perona had ever met in her life. But holy shit, was he rocking her world. This was not like her previous lovers, little more than boys compared to the man above her, his lust and passions imprinting themselves in Perona's mind. Like a candle being compared to the sun, the names and faces of men Perona had given herself to were erased with each powerful thrust that drove her over the edge.

The dick was so good, perona was worried her standards for future partners had been irreparably damaged beyond repair, and he was asking her if he was doing the whole thing wrong.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Perona said as she pulled the green-haired swordsman down, his chapped lips crashing onto her soft mouth the moment another orgasm hit her, a fresh wave of pleasure erupting from her core as she screamed into her lover's mouth.

Zoro didn't stop, didn't even pause, and continued to ravish Perona as she writhed against his chest, her tongue dangling out of her mouth, as Zoro lifted Perona's hips up and down in a steady, almost rhythmic motion. Perona could only imagine what she looked like now, hair a mess, makeup ruined and running down her tear-stained face, as the shine of sweat and layers of love juices clung to her body like a second skin, the smell of raw, animalistic sex and human hormones making her bedroom feel like a sauna.

Her legs felt like they were made of lead, every muscle in her body tense and coiled, like a metal spring pushed down by an indescribable force and ready to spring up at a moment's notice. Her head felt like it was floating above the clouds as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a warm hue radiating off her body that made her warm to the touch, her hot breath steaming against the cold stone of the rainy night.

The confident devil user Perona was outside these doors was gone, replaced by a cock drunk whore barely holding herself together as her coquettish, almost cat-like demeanor was left broken on the floor as the swordsman only seemed to thrust deeper and deeper into her.

Oh god, she was going to lose her mind.

"You're tightening up again," Zoros said, sounding like an average person would during a light jog, not someone rearranging a woman's guts with the sledgehammer he hid between his legs."Is that good?"

"OH YES! OH GOD YES! "YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD AT THIS! YOU ARE THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD! YOU'RE THE BEST FUCK IN THE GRAND LINE! "Perona shouted, another wave of pleasure hitting her hard, Zoro's motion of movement prolonging the orgasm. She'd kiss the man again if she could, pour every single complex emotion she was experiencing right then, and show the man who did this to her just what he had done." THIS IS INCREDIBLE! YOU'RE INCREDIBLE! I FEEL INCREDIBLE!"

Zoro stopped thrusting momentarily, the sudden change in sensation causing Perona's head to spin as her endorphin-infused vision began to clear, watching Zoro lean his face down to hers. She felt the desire to whine at the man's sudden change in her early throat as she watched his eyes soften ever so slightly as he stroked her mascara-stained cheek with one of his powerful hands.

"I'm glad I didn't mess this up." Zoro whispered, planting a soft kiss onto Perona's lips that made the ghost girl melt, the passion of the tender kissing making the fevered mauling his tongue had given Perona own seem like a candle by comparison to the sunrise Perona felt as Zorojust held her in place "I was worried for a second there."

Perona said nothing as the man guided her back to the bed, Zoros lips not leaving her own as he laid her onto her back and continued to thrust, slower than when he took her against the wall as he pulled Peronas closer with his powerful grip on her thighs. Perona could only watch with barely held consciousness as Zoro readjusted his hips, hitting spots. Perona didn't even think she had spots anymore.

Perona raised her hands to Zoros, intertwining her fingers with his as he rocked back and forth, like the ocean's waves against a ship on her maiden voyage, slow and steady bolts of electricity shooting up and down Perona's spine with each push inside. Her hips instantly flexed around the base of Zorors cock when there was long room left to fit him inside of her, only to be pulled back just a little when Zoro pulled back.

"You're a lot prettier when you're not yelling at me, you know..."

Perona stopped counting the orgasms; the effort became too much for her tired and cum drunk mind around the fourth one when Zoro pulled her here as he took her from behind and made her beg for his dick. But she knew that his declaration was enough to make her come alone.

Perona would have responded to the statement, but the ability to use complete sentences had long since left her, the only indication she had heard the man's confession being the tightened of her legs as she locked the man into place, the man thrust coming in faster and more erratic than before,

"Oh shit...!" Zoro's rough voice broke Perona from her thoughts, pumping faster and faster as he held Perona tighter and tighter in his grip, her limbs long losing their ability to keep her upright long ago as he pulled her body closer to his. "Something is coming..."

Perona squeezed tighter, her leg muscles burning from the strain of holding Roronora Zoros's power in place. He was close; she could feel it in her bones, the inexperienced eyes of a virgin shining through the Bullworth of sexual prowess the man showed. Perona's vision blurred; the only thing her brain registering was the heaving chest of the man fucking her and just how good it felt as his hands held her soft skin.

She might get addicted to this.

He pushed her down with force, one last womb-filling thrust before the indescribable warmth of Zoror's cum filled Perona's body. She gasped. Her entire soul seemed to burst into a brilliant flame as she felt the surge of sticky warmth inside her pussy. Flooding- filling her, her pussy, her womb, her very being suffused with this physical manifestation of his desire for her.

Perona felt her eyes widen at the sensation, the feeling enough to seize her body as she lost all strength in her lean muscles as her limbs went numb, her mind overcome by the raw sensation of being filled to the brim, the earth-shattering final orgasm enough to curve her back upwards off the bed and into the arms of the man above her. In her delirious mind, Perona felt the sensation of Zoros lips on her own, the kiss less raw and forcefully and more delicate, like the man was still unsure of if this was the type of thing he should be doing as Perona numbly let him do what he wants, too tired and weary even to put up the effort of pretending that she didn't just have her entire world rocked. Perona had never felt so...content before in her life, as if a missing piece of a long-forgotten puzzle was found and finally put in its place.

He leaned forward, his muscled forearms using the ornate bedpost to hold his weight as he caught his breath. Perona watched his powerful chest as it rose and fell as she enjoyed the warm afterglow of her last orgasm, the lull of movement making Perona appreciate the sensation more now that she was back to her senses as the slow, steady beat of his heart. Hers melding into one single sympathy of biology and chemistry.

Wait...

"You weren't wearing a condom?"

"What the fuck is a condom?"

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