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WARNING Contains NSFW material

A bubble burst, getting his attention. The swordsman turned towards the sound, slightly unsheathing one of his katana, always on guard. He discerned the figure of a woman approaching him. The moon was waning and the darkness made it difficult for him to make out her characteristics.

Her intentions troubled him; he wasn't sure if she was friend or foe. He unsheathed his weapons just in case. She kept coming closer, unfazed, her hips sashaying, captivating him. Another bubble burst next to him. The woman had almost reached him. He could now see the waves of her long hair. His heart skipped a beat and he instinctively tightened his grip around his swords. Yet, he could still not say with certainty whether she posed a threat or not.

She slowed down, coming to a stop a few meters away from him. He could now see her dark, glistening eyes and the suggestive way in which her lips quirked upwards. He stared right into her eyes, his gaze never faltering. After all, he was known for not giving in to lust. He was completely devoted to his way of the sword and no woman had ever been able to seduce him.

"I have heard of your bravery, Roronoa Zoro."

"Who are you?"

"Does it really matter?"

"What do you want?"

"I have searched long for you, for I admire your skills." She took a few steps towards him, cautiously. He kept on staring as she came closer, his knuckles having turned white by the force with which he gripped the swords.

Her face was now just a breath away from his. It would be extremely easy for him to cut her down, but he was hesitating. There was something alluring about this woman. Her scent reached his nostrils; she smelled of jasmine. He lowered imperceptibly his swords. Without showing any sign of fear, she closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"What do you want?"

"Your self-control is rather commendable." He didn't bat an eye. His heart, however, was pounding faster than ever. Normally, he wouldn't have let anyone that close. But she had him transfixed, her quizzical smirk freezing him in place.

"Since you'll be leaving this place soon, I think we shouldn't waste much more of our time left."

"This is the third time I'm asking. What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"If I kiss you again, will it finally become obvious?" He stared at her, shocked. That fearless woman sent chills down his spine.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter right now. You'll find out eventually." He stared at her, undecided about what to do. She smiled at him and came even closer. He sheathed his swords and let his arms fall on his sides. She was waiting for him to make a move. He looked down, embarrassed.

"Why?"

"I have kept track of your actions and you have made a great impression on me. Not to mention the fact that you are extremely good-looking!" Her laughter sent his embarrassment skyrocketing. He looked away and crossed his arms at his chest. She stopped laughing and stared at him with curiosity. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yet, he still did not make a move.

"Could it be that... Ooh!" She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her amusement.

"What?!" He almost shouted, his voice echoing in the empty, silent grove.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Her voice revealed her delight.

"I-I... I had more important things to worry about!" he snapped.

"Right", she smiled. He turned around to leave but she grasped his wrist. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I'm going back to my ship!"

"Do you even know how to get there?"

"Well, you could give me directions!"

"I could, but I won't."

"What? Why?"

"Because if I do, you'll leave and you'll get lost."

"I won't get lost!" She spared him an amused glance.

"If you stick around for a little while, I'll guide you back to the Sunny."

He hesitated. He could feel her grasp on his arm; he could discern her scent among the odours of the night. I want to stay.

"Okay, fine!" He turned around to see the woman grinning.

She let go of his wrist and waited. Finally, he took a step forward, reaching her. She raised her arm and he felt her fingers running softly across the skin of his cheek, touching his lips. Without realising it, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She tangled her fingers in his hair and his mouth swooped down upon her lips. For the first time in his life, he gave in to passion, surrendering to his lust. That strange woman had removed all of his restraints.

Her palms pushed past his haramaki, under his white t-shirt and stroked his lean torso. Heat emanated from his skin as he gradually gave in to the sensations and let his body take over. His palm found her chest and squeezed the soft mount over the textile of her dress. His other hand roamed her backside, finding eventually a zipper that ran all the length of the article.

He unzipped it impatiently, unable to restrain himself anymore. His swords fell on the moss that covered the grove as she pulled fiercely at his haramaki. He relished at the feeling of the soft skin of her back against his fingers and the tingles of her caresses. He brought his hands to her shoulders and lowered the fabric that was clinging to her body.

She laughed at his shocked expression when he realised that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. He pulled away and looked at her as she lay down on the moss and urged him to her. He kneeled down next to her and placed his arms on either side of her body, hovering over her. Leaning down, he took one of her perky buds between his lips.

"You are still almost fully clothed", she whispered. He sat up and removed his t-shirt. His bandana got untied from his bicep and fell on her naked body, covering up her lower abdomen. She took a corner of the material between her fingers and passed it slowly over her torso, while stroking her breasts. His vision clouded by lust, he nipped at the apex of her thighs, where the black textile ended up, making her body to quiver with excitement.

"You've got good instincts", she said in a husky voice. He sat up once more and removed the rest of his clothes. Suddenly, he realised the absurdity of the situation and embarrassment took over him. He pulled away. She sat up and pulled him close to her. Overcoming his resistance, she claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

She pushed him on his back on the moss and straddled him. He couldn't control himself anymore. He plunged right into her wetness, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. She moved up and down along his length, making him hiss in pleasure. Feeling her fingers tracing the scar on his chest, he grasped her hips and grinded into her.

She buried her nails in his skin and moaned loudly, as she surrendered to her release. Seeing her back arched, her body shaking, and hearing her loud moan tipped him over the edge. He clawed her backside, his whole body tensed, and came with a grunt.

A bubble burst waking him up. Zoro felt extremely disoriented. He sat up and realised that he was almost naked, his t-shirt thrown on his groin to cover his private parts. He struggled to remember where he was and what he was doing there. Seeing a small piece of paper lying next to him, he picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. Before he could read the letter, all that had happened the previous night came back to him.

The Sunny is in grove No 41. Keep this letter, it's my Vivre Card. Conquer your dream and then come and find me. More loot shall be awaiting the conqueror!

Who was she?

He put on his clothes and secured the small piece of paper. He was afraid he might lose his precious possession.

Description
WARNING Contains NSFW material

A bubble burst, getting his attention. The swordsman turned towards the sound, slightly unsheathing one of his katana, always on guard. He discerned the figure of a woman approaching him. The moon was waning and the darkness made it difficult for him to make out her characteristics.

Her intentions troubled him; he wasn't sure if she was friend or foe. He unsheathed his weapons just in case. She kept coming closer, unfazed, her hips sashaying, captivating him. Another bubble burst next to him. The woman had almost reached him. He could now see the waves of her long hair. His heart skipped a beat and he instinctively tightened his grip around his swords. Yet, he could still not say with certainty whether she posed a threat or not.

She slowed down, coming to a stop a few meters away from him. He could now see her dark, glistening eyes and the suggestive way in which her lips quirked upwards. He stared right into her eyes, his gaze never faltering. After all, he was known for not giving in to lust. He was completely devoted to his way of the sword and no woman had ever been able to seduce him.

"I have heard of your bravery, Roronoa Zoro."

"Who are you?"

"Does it really matter?"

"What do you want?"

"I have searched long for you, for I admire your skills." She took a few steps towards him, cautiously. He kept on staring as she came closer, his knuckles having turned white by the force with which he gripped the swords.

Her face was now just a breath away from his. It would be extremely easy for him to cut her down, but he was hesitating. There was something alluring about this woman. Her scent reached his nostrils; she smelled of jasmine. He lowered imperceptibly his swords. Without showing any sign of fear, she closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"What do you want?"

"Your self-control is rather commendable." He didn't bat an eye. His heart, however, was pounding faster than ever. Normally, he wouldn't have let anyone that close. But she had him transfixed, her quizzical smirk freezing him in place.

"Since you'll be leaving this place soon, I think we shouldn't waste much more of our time left."

"This is the third time I'm asking. What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"If I kiss you again, will it finally become obvious?" He stared at her, shocked. That fearless woman sent chills down his spine.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter right now. You'll find out eventually." He stared at her, undecided about what to do. She smiled at him and came even closer. He sheathed his swords and let his arms fall on his sides. She was waiting for him to make a move. He looked down, embarrassed.

"Why?"

"I have kept track of your actions and you have made a great impression on me. Not to mention the fact that you are extremely good-looking!" Her laughter sent his embarrassment skyrocketing. He looked away and crossed his arms at his chest. She stopped laughing and stared at him with curiosity. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yet, he still did not make a move.

"Could it be that... Ooh!" She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her amusement.

"What?!" He almost shouted, his voice echoing in the empty, silent grove.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Her voice revealed her delight.

"I-I... I had more important things to worry about!" he snapped.

"Right", she smiled. He turned around to leave but she grasped his wrist. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I'm going back to my ship!"

"Do you even know how to get there?"

"Well, you could give me directions!"

"I could, but I won't."

"What? Why?"

"Because if I do, you'll leave and you'll get lost."

"I won't get lost!" She spared him an amused glance.

"If you stick around for a little while, I'll guide you back to the Sunny."

He hesitated. He could feel her grasp on his arm; he could discern her scent among the odours of the night. I want to stay.

"Okay, fine!" He turned around to see the woman grinning.

She let go of his wrist and waited. Finally, he took a step forward, reaching her. She raised her arm and he felt her fingers running softly across the skin of his cheek, touching his lips. Without realising it, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She tangled her fingers in his hair and his mouth swooped down upon her lips. For the first time in his life, he gave in to passion, surrendering to his lust. That strange woman had removed all of his restraints.

Her palms pushed past his haramaki, under his white t-shirt and stroked his lean torso. Heat emanated from his skin as he gradually gave in to the sensations and let his body take over. His palm found her chest and squeezed the soft mount over the textile of her dress. His other hand roamed her backside, finding eventually a zipper that ran all the length of the article.

He unzipped it impatiently, unable to restrain himself anymore. His swords fell on the moss that covered the grove as she pulled fiercely at his haramaki. He relished at the feeling of the soft skin of her back against his fingers and the tingles of her caresses. He brought his hands to her shoulders and lowered the fabric that was clinging to her body.

She laughed at his shocked expression when he realised that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. He pulled away and looked at her as she lay down on the moss and urged him to her. He kneeled down next to her and placed his arms on either side of her body, hovering over her. Leaning down, he took one of her perky buds between his lips.

"You are still almost fully clothed", she whispered. He sat up and removed his t-shirt. His bandana got untied from his bicep and fell on her naked body, covering up her lower abdomen. She took a corner of the material between her fingers and passed it slowly over her torso, while stroking her breasts. His vision clouded by lust, he nipped at the apex of her thighs, where the black textile ended up, making her body to quiver with excitement.

"You've got good instincts", she said in a husky voice. He sat up once more and removed the rest of his clothes. Suddenly, he realised the absurdity of the situation and embarrassment took over him. He pulled away. She sat up and pulled him close to her. Overcoming his resistance, she claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

She pushed him on his back on the moss and straddled him. He couldn't control himself anymore. He plunged right into her wetness, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. She moved up and down along his length, making him hiss in pleasure. Feeling her fingers tracing the scar on his chest, he grasped her hips and grinded into her.

She buried her nails in his skin and moaned loudly, as she surrendered to her release. Seeing her back arched, her body shaking, and hearing her loud moan tipped him over the edge. He clawed her backside, his whole body tensed, and came with a grunt.

A bubble burst waking him up. Zoro felt extremely disoriented. He sat up and realised that he was almost naked, his t-shirt thrown on his groin to cover his private parts. He struggled to remember where he was and what he was doing there. Seeing a small piece of paper lying next to him, he picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. Before he could read the letter, all that had happened the previous night came back to him.

The Sunny is in grove No 41. Keep this letter, it's my Vivre Card. Conquer your dream and then come and find me. More loot shall be awaiting the conqueror!

Who was she?

He put on his clothes and secured the small piece of paper. He was afraid he might lose his precious possession.