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

13 - THE ACCUSTOMED TO HIS BEHAVIOR

In the busy day of the meeting room that both people from the Alabasta delegation and Rainbase, one of Crocodile's fortess went, Crocodile's gaze lingered on Vivi, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. It had been another month since their last encounter in the Palace, and though they had both pretended to move on, the undercurrent of desire between them had never truly faded.

After one of the scheduled meetings was over and all the attendees exited the room, Vivi was sitting at the meeting room, waiting for her father to return when she felt the air shift. She glanced up, only to see Crocodile enter the room, closing the door slowly as the sound of the lock clicked in unison. He is standing close, far too close. His eyes were dark with intent, and before she could protest, he had gently but firmly pulled her from the chair, lifting her onto the edge of the long table.

"Croco—" she started to say, but her breath hitched as he positioned himself between her legs, his hands sliding under her dress with a boldness that made her heart race.

"You know, I've been starving for your taste," he murmured, his voice rough with need. His lips grazed her inner thigh, sending shivers up her spine.

Vivi's body responded instantly, betraying her as she felt the familiar heat bloom between her legs. Her mind raced, torn between the dignity of her position as a princess and the undeniable pull he had over her. She had wanted to stay composed, to keep him at a distance, but her body had other ideas.

"Crocodile, not now—" she whispered, her voice a mix of desperation and desire, trying to cling to her composure but failing miserably.

He smirked against her skin, his breath hot as he lowered himself. "For how long will you pretend you don't enjoy this, princess?" His voice was teasing, but there was a darker edge to it, an awareness of the power he still had over her.

His fingers grazed the sensitive spot between her legs, and her hips bucked involuntarily. "You should see how wet you are down here," he whispered, his voice sending a jolt through her. She flushed deeply, mortified by her body's betrayal, but the sensation was overwhelming, consuming her.

His mouth found her, and Vivi gasped sharply, her hands instinctively gripping the edges of the table. He devoured her with a hunger that left her trembling, his tongue working her with expert precision. Each flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building her higher and higher until she could barely think straight.

Her mind screamed for control, for restraint, but her body was lost in the overwhelming sensation. "Crocodile...someone might...ah!" she managed to whisper between gasps, but the words barely left her lips as another surge of pleasure hit her.

Crocodile glanced up, his lips wet with her, and smirked. "Let them find us," he teased, his voice low and dangerous, "I don't care."

Vivi's heart raced, and the thrill of the situation made her head spin. The idea that they could be caught at any moment only heightened the intensity. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it slipped past her control as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

The heat between them was electric, and despite her attempts to stay in control, Vivi knew there was no fighting this. Crocodile's touch was too skilled, his desire too potent, and deep down, she knew she didn't want him to stop.

With a final swirl of his tongue, her body gave in, shuddering violently as she climaxed, her legs shaking around him. She couldn't hold back the cry that escaped her lips, her body arching as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Crocodile rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her try to catch her breath. "That's it, princess," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You taste even better than I remembered."