(Vivi x Crocodile) One Piece: The Princess and the Villain - Season I

02 - UNDER POSSESSION

In Crocodile's private quarters, where Vivi is held captive by him.

It had been a few weeks since Crocodile had first overpowered Vivi, forcing her to submit to his twisted will.

Since then, the once-proud princess had experienced many more nights of the same torment—each time more degrading and shameful than the last. Every encounter left her more confused, more conflicted, and despite the overwhelming disgust she felt toward him, her body had betrayed her in the most unforgivable ways.

The evening had turned into night, and Crocodile had wasted no time reminding her of the control he held. He had already forced himself upon her once, making sure that she understood she was nothing more than his possession. His hands had roamed over her skin, his lips cruel and demanding, taking her body as he pleased. Vivi's mind had screamed in protest, but her body... her body had given in once again.

Now, as the moonlight spilled into the room, the air thick with tension, Crocodile watched her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, the shadows casting harsh lines over his face. Vivi sat on the edge of the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their previous encounter, her heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

"Still think you can resist me?" Crocodile's voice was a low, mocking drawl as he pushed himself off the wall and stalked toward her. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey.

Vivi's throat was dry, her body tense as he approached, but her gaze stayed locked on the floor, too ashamed to meet his eyes. She didn't respond—there was no point. Crocodile already knew the answer. He had broken her, in more ways than one.

Crocodile smirked as he reached her, his fingers tilting her chin up so that she was forced to look at him. "You are my possession, Princess," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't forget that."

Without waiting for a response, he pushed her back onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding as they roamed over her body once again. Vivi's breath hitched as she felt him between her legs, his touch all too familiar. Her mind raced with dread, but her body reacted with a shameful sense of anticipation that she couldn't suppress. She hated it—hated that her body had learned to expect this.

As the night wore on, Crocodile took her again and again, his movements unrelenting, his desire for dominance never faltering. Each time, Vivi's body responded, torn between the unbearable shame and the traitorous pleasure that coursed through her veins. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body betrayed her, time and time again.

By the time the sun began to rise, they had already gone through several rounds. Vivi's body lay exhausted, trembling beneath him as he moved inside her one final time, his pace slow and possessive. He had already emptied himself into her multiple times, each act leaving her feeling more defiled than the last. But now, with the light of dawn creeping into the room, Crocodile seemed almost leisurely, savoring his final victory over her for the night.

Vivi's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind clouded with exhaustion and confusion. She had lost track of how many times he had taken her—how many times her body had betrayed her, giving in to the pleasure even as her mind screamed in disgust. Her legs trembled as he pushed deeper inside her, her body responding to his every movement, despite the overwhelming shame that twisted in her chest.

Crocodile's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust into her one last time, releasing inside her with a low, satisfied groan. Vivi's body shuddered beneath him, the sensation of his release sending a wave of shame and twisted pleasure through her, leading her to another climax. She felt him pull away slowly, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her body still aching from the endless hours of his touch.