The crisp evening air carried the distant sounds of celeBitchion from the castle as Takuya stepped onto the deck of the Going Merry, Mira still slung over his shoulder like a misbehaving sack of potatoes. The ship was quiet—completely empty except for the two of them.
Takuya smirked to himself. Perfect.
He carried Mira inside, kicking the door shut behind them before unceremoniously dropping her onto the couch. She landed with a soft oof, blinking up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes, her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol-laced cookie.
"Maaaster~" she whined, stretching her arms toward him. "Why so rough~?"
Takuya crossed his arms, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "You still owe me nine weeks of punishment for going out of line and forgetting your place."
Mira pouted, her lower lip jutting out in exaggerated sadness. "But I helped the villagers! I was good!"
Takuya leaned down, bracing one hand on the couch beside her head, his face inches from hers. "Good enough to get a reward," he murmured, his voice low, "but not good enough to skip punishment."
Mira shivered, her breath hitching as his warm breath brushed against her lips. She could still taste the faint sweetness of the cookie on her tongue, mixing with the heady warmth of the alcohol.
"Unless…" Takuya continued, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, "you can make up for it right now."
Mira's eyes widened slightly before a slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. "Ohhh~?" She tilted her head, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "And how exactly should I do that, Master~?"
Takuya's smirk deepened. "You know exactly how."
Mira didn't need any more encouragement.
In one swift motion, she pushed herself up, pressing her lips against his in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she licked into his mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of herbs and the warmth of whiskey still lingering on his tongue.
Takuya growled low in his throat, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her fully onto his lap. Mira straddled him, grinding down against the growing hardness beneath his pants, earning a sharp hiss from him.
"Cheeky bitch," he muttered against her lips.
Mira giggled, pulling back just enough to look at him with half-lidded eyes. "You love it~"
Takuya's breath hitched as Mira slid off his lap, her fingers already working at his belt with practiced ease. The leather slid free with a soft click, and before he could utter a word, she had his pants pushed down just enough to free his cock—already hard, already aching for her.
A smirk curled her lips as she took his rod in, her gaze flickering up to meet his before she leaned forward, pressing a teasing, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. His fingers twitched against the bed's armrest, his thighs tensing as her tongue flicked over the sensitive slit, lapping up the bead of precum that had gathered there.
"Mira—" His voice was rough, a warning—or maybe a plea.
She ignored it.
Instead, she swirled her tongue around the head in slow, maddening circles before sinking down, taking him deeper with each deliberate bob of her head. Her lips stretched around his girth, warm and wet, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside in long, luxurious strokes.
Takuya's grip on the bedsheet tightened, his knuckles whitening. Every nerve in his body was alight, every muscle coiled tight as she worked him with sinful expertise.
Then she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, and a ragged groan tore from his throat.
"Fuck—" His hips jerked instinctively, seeking more of that delicious pressure, but she controlled the pace, pulling back just enough to tease him with the tip of her tongue before swallowing him down again.
Her hand joined where her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in perfect sync with her lips, her thumb brushing over the swollen vein beneath. The dual sensation was overwhelming—her mouth hot and relentless, her fingers firm and knowing.
A low, satisfied hum viBitched against him, and Takuya swore his vision blurred for a second. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her moan around him, the sound sending another jolt of pleasure straight to his core.
She was relentless.
Every flick of her tongue, every tight suction, every time she took him to the back of her throat—it was all calculated to unravel him. And it was working.
His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his body strung tight with the need for release. But just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, he yanked her back by her hair, ignoring her whimper of protest.
"Enough." His voice was pure gravel, his pupils blown wide with lust. "Up. Now."
Mira licked her lips, her eyes dark with mischief, but she obeyed—rising to her feet only to be pulled roughly against him.
Takuya wasn't done with her.
Not even close.
Mira didn't hesitate. She scrambled to her feet, her breath coming in quick little pants as Takuya stood, stripping off his coat and shirt in one smooth motion.
Her eyes raked over his bare chest, her fingers itching to touch. But before she could, Takuya grabbed her, spinning her around and pressing her front-first against the wall.
"Master—?!"
His hands slid under her skirt, yanking her panties down in one rough motion. She gasped as the cold air hit her bare skin, but the heat of his body pressed against her back quickly chased it away.
"You wanted to make up for your punishment?" Takuya murmured against her ear, his voice dark with promise. "Then take it properly."
Mira shuddered, her fingers scrabbling against the wood as she felt him press against her entrance.
But then he paused, his grip tightening on her hips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck.
"Though I should thank you first," he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "That mouth of yours… you've got skill, bitch. Too damn good at wrapping those pretty lips around me."
A whimper escaped her at the praise, her body trembling under his touch.
"But you should've known better," he continued, his fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her pussy apart. "You don't tease a beast and expect it to stay tame. You've awakened the sleeping beast, Mira… and now you're going to take every last bit of responsibility for what you've unleashed."
Before she could respond, Takuya's hands seized the delicate fabric of her blouse, fingers twisting into the silken material before ripping it clean down the middle.
Buttons scattered like fallen stars, clattering against the floor as the ruined garment hung open, exposing the lace-edged cups of her black demi-bra—a teasing contrast against her flushed skin.
The satin-soft fabric clung to her curves, the sheer mesh panels revealing just enough to make his grip tighten possessively.
His hands didn't stop there. They slid down to the waistband of her skirt, fingers hooking into the emerald-green satin before tearing it apart with a single vicious yank.
The fabric split at the seam, baring the delicate matching lace panties beneath—scandalously thin, the bow at the front already damp with her arousal.
A growl rumbled in his chest as he palmed her bare thigh, his thumb brushing the ruined edge of her torn stockings, the sheer black nylon snagged and frayed from his roughness.
"Look at you," he snarled against her ear, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. "Dressed like a fucking present—just begging to be unwrapped."
His fingers tangled in the straps of her bra, snapping one with a sharp tug before wrenching the cups down, exposing her breasts to the cold air—and then his greedy mouth.
She gasped as his tongue circled a peaked nipple, his free hand already tearing at the last barrier between them: those flimsy lace panties, shredding under his grip like tissue paper.
Now fully bare, her skin prickled under his gaze, every inch of her on display—the ruined clothes pooled at her feet, the torn stockings barely clinging to her legs, her body marked by his hands and teeth.
"M-Master—!"
"Quiet," he commanded, his voice a dark promise. "You don't get to hide anymore."
And then he was inside her in one sharp thrust.
"Ah—! Master!" Mira's back arched, her nails digging into the wall as he filled her completely, the stretch just shy of painful.
Takuya didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back almost immediately before slamming into her again, setting a brutal pace that had Mira crying out with every thrust.
"S-So deep—!" Mira whimpered, her legs trembling violently as Takuya's cock stretched her to the limit, each brutal thrust carving her open in the most exquisite way.
Takuya's hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he held her in place, slamming into her with a relentless rhythm that left her breathless. The sharp slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Mira's choked moans and Takuya's guttural growls.
"You feel that?" he snarled, his voice rough with exertion, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Every inch of me is filling you up—claiming that slutty pussy of yours. This is what happens when you forget your place."
Mira could only nod frantically, her mind fraying at the edges, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. "Y-Yes! More—! Harder, please—!"
Takuya obliged without mercy. His thrusts turned punishing, each snap of his hips driving her harder into the wall, the wood creaking under their combined weight.
She could feel him everywhere—his chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck, his cock pistoning into her with a desperation that matched her own.
Her fingers clawed at the wall, nails leaving faint crescent marks in the wood as she struggled to hold on. Every nerve in her body was alight, every thought obliterated except for him—his scent, his heat, the way his voice cracked when he groaned her name.
"Look at you," he rasped, one hand sliding around to her front, one grabbing her breasts, while the other near her pussy, fingers dipping between her thighs to circle her clit with cruel precision. "So fucking wet—so desperate for me. You can't even stand, can you?"
Mira sobbed, her knees buckling as pleasure lashed through her like a whip, as her legs started losing all of her strength slowly.
But Takuya held her up effortlessly, his arm banded around her waist, keeping her impaled on his cock as he fucked her through the haze of her unraveling.
"Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a dark, sinful whisper against her skin. "Now."
And just like that, Mira shattered.
Her body clamped down around him like a vice, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her ecstasy filled love juice ripped through her.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her vision spotting as she came harder than she ever had before, her walls fluttering around him in helpless, rhythmic spasms.
Takuya wasn't far behind. With a ragged groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside her, his release flooding her in thick, pulsing waves.
His grip on her turned almost painful, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he rode out his climax, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps.
For a long moment, neither of them moved—both trembling, both wrecked, the only sounds in the room their labored breathing and the slow drip of sweat between their bodies.
Then, slowly, Takuya pulled out, turning Mira around to face him. Her legs were jelly, her entire body boneless, but he held her up effortlessly, his gaze raking over her disheveled form—her ruined clothes, her flushed skin, the way her lips were swollen from biting back her cries.
He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his darkened eyes. "Good girl," he murmured, thumb brushing over her lower lip.
Mira's eyes lit up, a lazy, satisfied smile curling her mouth. "Does this mean I'm forgiven~?"
Takuya smirked, his grip tightening possessively. "That depends on how long can you sustain, given the night is still long."
Mira giggled, pressing herself against him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Then… maybe we should make sure I'm really forgiven~?"
Takuya's growl was all the warning she got before he hauled her into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a predatory grace.
"Bitch," he muttered, but there was no heat in it—only hunger.
Mira's laughter rang through the ship as he tossed her onto the mattress, her breath hitching as he followed her down, his body covering hers completely.
The night stretched on—long before the others would return. As they used this opportunity to paint the ship white drowning in pleasure.
And neither of them cared about anything else.
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