Ghostly Sex with the Swordsman |Perona x Zoro|

Where Would You Like to Go on a Trip, Perona?

Masturbating in a ghostly castle all by herself was getting old.

Perona initially enjoyed the silence of the great castle, with its high cobwebbed ceilings and musty furniture. She flew around the halls singing dark, moody songs and stitched her own stuffed animals. But without a shadow inside to animate them, they just stared at her blankly.

How she missed her servants serving her hot cocoa and bon bons, treating her like the princess she was. There wasn't anybody to boss around, to admire the stuffed animals she made, to gossip with, and Perona was starting to get bored. "AHHH!!" she cried out once, kicking a hollow knight. "Don't look at me like that, dammit!" She could see her red, angry face in the reflection of the metal and stormed off. She roamed the halls for some form of entertainment, finding only dusty suits of armor and yellowing tomes.

Then, as she explored the vast underbelly of the castle, she came across a hallway full of barred cells. "Kyaa!!!!" she shrieked at the bones of a skeleton staring out at her through the bars, flying away as fast as she could.

But, as Perona neared the stairs, a clink of metal could be heard. She turned slowly, trembling with dread. It had come from a shadowed room, its door only open a crack. But through it Perona saw a glint of light, a reflection of metal. Her curiosity beckoned her closer, and, with shaking fingers, she pushed the door open just a bit.

She floated inside, her breath caught in her chest, and shrieked again as something skittered by. She flew up the stairs and spent the rest of her day far from that area.

That night, she had a nightmare of the zombified Straw Hat crew members emerging from that dark room. Cockroaches spilt from their mouths, through their ragged clothes. Their eyes had rotted in their skulls but she felt their hungry gaze on her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes comically bugged out, but they just cackled, hissed, chomped their teeth. She tried to run from that dreadful room, but her feet couldn't move fast enough to escape the cockroaches' hungry claws and pinchers.

Perona woke with a scream, black eyes still swimming with the Straw Hat's visage. She hugged her pillows close. "You jerks!" she cursed at the crew and Bartholomew Kuma.

But, inevitably, she grew curious and found herself back in the bowels of the castle. Gripping one of her crudely stitched dolls close to her chest, she made her way down the stairs and came to the ominous wooden door. She swore the darkness spilled out of the room in inky tendrils, threatening to pull her in.

She shook her head and reminded herself who she was. She was the Ghost Princess, for goodness sake! She could handle a spooky room and run any foe through with Negative Hollow if they dared mess with her.

She kicked the door open, and thrust the candle inside to shed its light.

Perona gasped. "Oh my!"

This was no ordinary room. It was the torture chamber, filled with instruments of all shapes and sizes, some gnarly and curved, others spiked and ready to probe its unlucky victim. There was stuff like this at Moria's castle but she had always steered clear. There was nothing cute about this stuff!

A noise in the corner made Perona yelp in surprise, but it was just a rat, running along a chain. She set the candle down and inspected the room closer, wondering how the tools worked. She avoided the suspicious stains and crust, long dried bodily fluids of the past tortured.

One tray of objects caught her eye. She flushed pink as she realized what these toys were for. One was designed to form a phallic shape, made out smooth, hollowed out metal, the detail so realistic Perona felt her insides flutter. There were even veins on the shaft and wrinkles in the sac, and the size looked a bit larger than average, at least based on Perona's knowledge. She was no sex fiend, but she had read her fair share of smut novels.