Wake up Doffy!

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Doflamingo woke up!
Dreaming of his family getting slaughtered.
His face on the floor.
His breathing out of control.

Serena stood in front of him.
She wrapped her arms around his hair.
Stroking him gently.
His arms wrapped her small waist.
He was holding her so tight. Almost painfully.
-Wake up Doffy. Wake up.-
His arms were squeezing her small waist to the point she couldn't move.
She was stroking his soft blond hair.
Her lips leaned on his forehead.
His breathing slowly returned to normal.

He suddenly let go of her, grabbed the bottle and drank it all.
She watched the red wine running down his throat.
Once he was done talking, he slammed the Den Den mushi.
She walked behind him.
She stroked his arm.
He turned around quickly.
His breathing was still broken.
He cupped her face and kissed her.
His lips sank deep into hers.
His tongue tasted hers in every corner of her mouth.
He was almost suffocating her.
When he finally let go of her lips, his hands were spread on her cheeks.
He leaned his forehead on hers.
She stroked his arms up and down.
She moved her lips closer to him.
-The past is dead Doffy. They're dead.-
Her voice was so low and so sharp.
Almost a needle in his brain.
He let go of her and walked to the door.
He looked at her from the corner of his glasses.
-Come to my room. Tonight.-

She did not say anything.
She watched him walk away.
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13 Years later.

Serena woke up.
The light shined in her eyes.
She rubbed her bright eyes and turned her gaze to her side.
He was sleeping with his face up.
His hand behind his head.
The bed sheets were barely covering his manhood.
His chest was rising and sinking slowly.
His glasses laid on his bed side.
She crawled out of bed.
The morning breeze was blowing the curtain, almost dancing.
She leaned over to the balcony.

She leaned over to the balcony

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The sea was flat. The beach golden.
Sugar and Monet were playing on the beach.
It was their Paradise. Their Family.
-What are you doing?-
She turned her gaze to him.
He was laying on his side.
His face was hidden in the darkness.
He had his smirk on.
His hand was stroking her side of the bed.
-Admiring our Paradise.-
He looked at her head to toe.
Her long hair. Her bright eyes.
She crawled on the bed, stroking his face.
His hand stroked her skin, up and down her bum, playing with her nightdress.
He grabbed her neck and sank his lips in it.
Sucking it slowly and deeply.
Her lips parted, breathing deeply.
He pushed her down the bed, his body heavy on her.
Her hands grabbed his back, stroking his chiselled muscles.
He lifted her nightdress, never leaving her neck.
He rubbed himself against her, making her gasp for him.
He lifted her bum and entered her in one smooth thrust.
Her head fell on the pillow, her lips gasped for him.
-.......Doffy......-
He smiled and pushed in deeper.
He was so gentle......

He thrusted in her for so long, she became sore.
But he felt so good.
When he finally came, his face fell on the pillow.
He stroked her bum, up and down her leg.
She stroked his back until his breathing returned to normal.

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