Ghostly Sex with the Swordsman |Perona x Zoro|

Follow My Rules, and You'll Get Your Swords!

"Maybe I got hit on the head and got brain trauma, because your words aren't making sense, woman."

Perona stamped her foot in the air in annoyance. "You annoying man! You are being so not cute!"

Zoro sighed, running his hand through his close-cropped green hair. "I'll find my swords myself then."

"What if I told you where they were, but I gave you the wrong directions? It would be funny to see you running around the castle with no clue where they actually are! Horo horo horo horo!"

A dangerous glint lit in his eyes. "I'm no weakling, just because I don't have my swords."

"Hmph!" Perona said. "It's not like you won't enjoy it too. Is it because you don't think I'm cute?" she asked, pouting.

He scoffed. "It doesn't have to do with cuteness. I don't have time to mess around."

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, floating closer. She leaned down and let him see down her shirt to her abundant cleavage. "I bet you think I'm cute, but you just like to be stubborn."

He didn't so much as glance to her chest. "Look, lady, just because you decided to patch me up doesn't mean we're friends. I'm going to get my swords back, with your help or not."

She grinned evilly down at him. "You don't understand the position you're in, do you?"

With a flick of her hand, a ghost zoomed towards and through Zoro, and he fell to his knees. "I'm such a piece of garbage. I'm sorry to be alive."

Perona flew down to his height and whispered in his ear. "We can do it my way, where you play with me and then I show you your swords. Or, we can do it my way, where you fight against me, and I send my Negative Hollow ghosts through you over and over to make you my servant for the rest of eternity. Now, what will it be, pirate?"

Zoro scowled on his hands and knees. "Playtime better be quick."

~

"Your knots are tight, have you done this before?" asked Perona, fully naked, breasts pressed into the bed and ass up in the air. Her wrists were tied to the bedposts, tightly bound. The flesh there was already red and sore, but Perona didn't mind one bit.

"Nah, I've just been on the seas long enough to know how to tie a good knot. Now, how do you want this to go?"

Perona smirked. "Horo horo horo horo! I'm glad you're willing to play along."

"Let's just get this over with," he said. He had taken off all of his clothes except his underwear. Against his will, they felt uncomfortably tight after tying up the ghostly pale woman. She had forced him to undress her and his hands had slowed over her curves, even though he knew time was of the essence. He had forgotten how smooth and soft a woman's skin could be, how supple breasts were in his palms. When he had slid down her panties, he didn't miss the small moan Perona let out, or the sticky string of wetness from her soaked cunt.

The tray of sex toys hadn't escaped his notice either. Zoro wondered how sexually frustrated this woman was, how desperate she was for his cock. Enough to use her body in a deal with an enemy.

"So, Mr. Swordsman. My fantasy is getting tied up by a man and letting him have his way with me. But! I have some rules. Don't even think of touching my asshole. Don't kiss me, that's weird. Spanking is okay, but I'll use Negative Hollow on you if you hit too hard!"

"That hardly seems fair," Zoro groaned, leaning down to examine her dripping pussy. It's swollen, pink lips looked glossy and begging to be touched but, even though she wiggled her ass at him, he refrained. He wanted her to be begging for it first.