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The Gourmet and the Goddess	By : Raggedflagon Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 15487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunday
- 3-Monday
- 4-Tuesday
- 5-Wednesday
- 6-Thursday
- 7-Friday
- 8-Saturday
- 6
- 7
- 8
FRIDAY

Sanji awoke suddenly to feel something pressing into his mouth, still agape from snoring. He tasted metal as he felt Robin's hand lift his head, buckling the gag in place. Unlike the other gags, though, this one was a metal ring that forced his mouth open uncomfortably. He could not move it away, and was forced to have his whole mouth on full display as she walked around to see him. “Good morning,” she said pleasantly, “How are you feeling?”

Sanji sounded rather dumb as he responded “Good, Mistress,” as the gag forced his jaw to stay in position while the rest of his mouth was free. She chuckled and removed the cage from his cock, which sprang to life instantly at her touch.

“Thirsty?” she asked, familiar mischief in her voice. Sanji nodded, blushing slightly. He was just about used to drinking her pee, especially when he was this thirsty, but the way his voice sounded with the gag was embarrassing.

Robin was wearing her “Water 7” outfit. She had on a low cut black leather number, that looked somewhat like a biker jacket fused with a short dress. It had long leather sleeves, but was so short that it barely removed the need to have pants. The white blouse she had on underneath stuck out a little, framing her chest and the edge of her skirt. She also wore extremely long thigh-high black boots that almost came up to where her dress ended. The prominent buckles on her leather collar somehow made her look more dangerous than usual.

Smirking slightly at him, she picked up a beer mug she had brought from the ship. She lowered her panties and pressed the mug firmly against herself, squatting slightly as she began to fill it. As the relief crossed her own face, she turned her attention to his cock. It was hard as a diamond, and throbbed uncontrollably every few seconds. Sanji blushed as she smirked knowingly at him and winked. This was somehow more embarrassing than just jeering at him. The air was silent except for her splashing sounds.

When she was finished, she pulled her panties back up and raised the full mug for him to see. It looked quite like a mug full of beer, being a light amber color with plenty of bubbles from the turbulent dispensing. “Do you want it?” she teased. Sanji nodded. “I don't think you really want it,” she said, moving to put it out of his sight.

“I do! I do!” he promised desperately through the ring gag. Getting a drink was far better than going without. Besides, he was really starting to enjoy it. The slightly bitter salty liquid was all he had been able to drink, and it always came with a sweet, sweet dose of teasing. The joy of serving his Mistress was more than enough on its own, but he had sexual reasons as well. Sanji had always secretly desired to watch beautiful women urinate, and Robin was inadvertently extending this little kink to encompass drinking it as well.

When she was convinced that he really wanted it, she smirked and grabbed his cock with one hand while she put the mug to his lips with the other. “Open wide,” she chided, as if the ring gag gave him any other choice. She looked deep into his eyes, gauging every facial movement, and began to pour her golden essence into his mouth. His cock twitched several times in her hand as he choked down her pee, causing her smirk to deepen. When it was all empty, she continued to stare at him. Sanji tried to calm himself as he looked at her. Her grip on his cock was very distracting, as were her big blue eyes, but he somehow managed to keep himself from further throbbing.

“Answer me honestly, do you get off on my urine?” Robin asked suddenly. Her eyes bored into his, daring him to lie.

“Yes Mistress,” he said weakly, quite embarrassed.

“From watching me go or from drinking it?” she further asked. She felt every little twitch and throb, and watched his blush deepen, telling her all she needed to know.

“Both, Mistress,” he said, looking away but still feeling her gaze. She set down the mug and held his face towards her.

“Both!” she remarked, not letting him look away as his package twitched madly in her other hand. She looked at him with an incredulous, faux-disgusted face as she began to slowly rub his cock, squeezing it lightly. “Who knew you were such a disgusting pervert? I bet you like to peek at girls in public restrooms. I even bet you've hid out and creeped on poor Nami while she relieved her desperate aching bladder, haven't you?” Sanji's cheeks burned and his long denied cock drowned in pleasure as he listened to her words. The unnecessary details she added about Nami sent him reeling, and he barely had time to deny anything before he felt his orgasm building. Robin was quite satisfied at the effect her taunting had on him. The thought of her friend urinating caused such a strong reaction that she knew that if her accusation was not true, it was at least a strong desire.

“Mistress I-I'm gonna-” he desperately tried to warn her, but she did not slow down.

“Don't you dare,” she told him seriously.

Sanji bared down on all of his muscles as hard as he could, trying hard to stave off his imminent orgasm. He knew deep down that it would not be fun, and that he would be punished if he did. Sadly, his whole body craved the release, and it soon surrendered. “Ohhh...” he moaned loudly as he reached the edge.

Acting quickly, Robin let go of his face and squeezed the very bottom of his cock in a painful death grip. His cock bucked wildly, trying desperately to ejaculate, but nothing could get through. A disembodied hand placed a shot glass right at his urethra and held it there. Robin waited for his bucking to stop, staring coldly at his face.

When his very ruined orgasm had subsided, she made her move. In one quick instant she released his cock and firmly spanked his balls with her other hand. Sanji yelped loudly as the pain forced his muscles to contract, ejecting the semen from his ruined cum into the shot glass. After she spanked them five times, she was confident that every drop was out. She grabbed the glass and slowly poured it into his mouth. Sanji gagged on his cum as he tried to apologize. “I had hoped you could control yourself better, but I did expect it,” she said.

“Today,” she announced as he finished swallowing the semen, “I will torment you by teasing, denying, and ruining you as much as possible. Your goal is to not cum at all. I will ruin each orgasm attempt however I like. It may be painful, it may only be frustrating. Your best bet is to think about something you dislike, whatever it takes to stop yourself from cumming. Your frustration and your sensitivity will only build with every failure. And, as you have noticed, anything that escapes from you will be heading right back in.” Sanji nodded that he understood. It didn't sound fun at all, but did sound much easier than yesterday, despite the current pain in his balls. He was just happy she seemed to have forgotten about his affection for female urination.

“Don't think I've forgotten, slave,” she said, her blue eyes reading his like a book. “When I accused you of spying on my friend while she pees, you tried to cum all over yourself. You have some explaining to do.” Robin figured he had not done anything of the sort, but did not want to let such a juicy humiliating subject slip away without getting some more mileage out of it. Much to Sanji's chagrin, his cock decided to jump right back up at her words. She made a disgusted face at him before starting to stroke him again, quickly and roughly this time. “That confirms it then,” she announced, despite his many words of refusal. “What a filthy little pervert. I can't wait till she gets back so I can tell her about what a dirty little slut you are for her piss.” Her sudden vulgar, harsh tone surprised him, and the prospect of her telling Nami was so terrifying that he began to cum again from her quick stroking.

Robin let go in plenty of time and watched as he bucked up and down, trying to get rub against anything at all for pleasure as his orgasm boiled over, spilling out pathetically into the shot glass. “And on top of that,” she continued, after a firm spank to the balls a few times to make sure every drop was out. “You haven't even made it out of bed yet and you've already spilled your load twice.” She then drained the glass into his mouth and squeezed his soft, sensitive cock into the cage; ice not really being necessary yet, after his cumming attempts. “Come make me lunch,” she commanded, untying his restraints.

“Yes Mistress,” he responded, face burning with intense shame.

“What a shameful display, you dirty, dirty boy,” she remarked disgustedly as she attached his leash, shaking her head. She was secretly thrilled by how bright red she was still able to make him blush. His cock throbbed miserably in his cage, already ready to go again. Though he had ejaculated twice, his need had not decreased at all. In fact, it was worse than ever.

Robin decided to push the envelope even further when she walked him out to the lawn to relieve himself. She actively stayed right beside him, watching with a cold stare as he tried to make himself urinate. His attempted erection made it difficult, and her undivided attention definitely didn't help. When it finally started to trickle out, her girly, mocking “Oooo-wee!” made it stop again. “That all? We're going to start walking now unless there's more,” she taunted coldly. Sanji squeezed hard and was able to make a tiny stream start. “How would you feel, slave, if Nami was hiding right over there behind the bush, watching you piss and touching herself?” she prodded. That did it. His pee slowed to a stop, completely unable to continue from his shame-boner. “Come on,” she commanded with a smirk and a tug of the leash, leading him to the ship with his bladder only half relieved.

“Make me a big lunch, I'm quite hungry,” she commanded, and then went to her room to retrieve something. Sanji was honored to make his Mistress food that would satisfy her, but it made his very empty stomach clench and growl. Robin soon returned with her strap on dildo peeking out underneath her leather dress.

When he had prepared the big meal for her, she made him kneel and pushed her cock effortlessly into his ring gagged mouth. “You better lube it up,” she warned. He submissively began sucking it like a real cock, and using his tongue thoroughly to make sure it was nice and wet. This pleased her, and she soon commanded him to spread his ass for her. He humbly obeyed, holding apart his bruised ass cheeks as gingerly as he could and exposing his hole, which was still irritated from the hot sauce torment the day before.

Robin strategically placed his bowl right under his caged cock, before getting into position behind him. She entered him slowly, but began to pick up speed much quicker than before. She was no longer in “girlfriend” mode, as she had been on Tuesday, and was now in it for the thrill of domination. The pain was a lot worse this time. Sanji felt like he was getting torn in half as he grit his teeth and tried to bare it for his Mistress. “Need lube, slave?” she asked without stopping, enjoying his pained grunts.

“Please, Mistress,” he answered through the gag. She pulled out and turned him around, sticking the dirty cock into his forced-open mouth. Sanji gagged at the taste of his own ass juices as he tried to get it very wet with his spit. It had hurt him quite a bit, and he really wanted to make sure he wouldn't have to lubricate it again. When he was finished, Robin turned him around and, smirking, shove it all the way inside, right up to the hilt.

Sanji howled in pain as it intruded, filling him up sharply. As Robin began to thrust, though, it began to bump that sweet spot, right against his prostate. The second coating of spit turned out to have helped; the pain was not relieved much, but now there was pleasure mixed in. Sanji felt his pleasure build and then level off, refusing to build enough for him to cum through his cage. However, he did feel droplets of precum dripping profusely from his straining cock, landing straight into his bowl. “Naughty boy,” Robin said in a cold, amused voice when she noticed his leaky faucet dick. “Drip, drip, drip,” she mocked as she fucked him, thoroughly enjoying his groans of pain and frustrated pleasure.

When Robin was finished, she removed the dildo and gave it to him to lick clean after removing the ring gag. “Does that taste good?” she teased, sitting down to eat her own food.

“No, Mistress,” he said in dismay, disliking the taste of his own ass.

“Aww, well. At least you have a nice entree to follow it up with,” she said cruelly, indicating his bowl. Even though it was shallow, he had managed to completely cover the bottom with his precum. “I prefer this big meal you created, myself,” she continued. “Come over here and start licking that up while you watch me eat.” Sanji complied, licking up all of his salty juice as quick as he could. It tasted just like his regular cum, but it was thinner, less gooey. “Gooood boy,” she said, her voice warming a bit. A chill ran down his spine at the praise, and another drop fell from his cock.

“This big meal reminds me,” Robin said after a while of eating in silence while he watched, trying to focus on anything other than his own hunger. “Have you thought any more about the deal I offered you?” Sanji froze. He had waited for this and had prepared a response.

“Thank you Mistress,” he began, looking down at her feet, “But I do not want to have an orgasm.” His cock throbbed painfully, reminding him of just how much of a lie that was.

“Interesting,” she mocked lightly, “What happened to doing anything for me?” Sanji's cheeks burned yet again. All the ruining had made him so very horny, and all he could think about was feeling her give him a good one. “Your cock sure looks like it wants out,” she pointed out.

“I can't do it, Mistress...” he finally forced out. “I really want to cum, but I know I can't earn it...”

Sanji expected her to scold him further about not doing anything for her, but was surprised when she said, “That’s OK, slave,” and kept eating. Her voice wasn't even cold, and she promised no punishment. She had actually sounded warm and maternal, as if trying to comfort him. Robin reached down and patted him on the head. “Really,” she reassured him when he looked up at her. He began to tear up as he looked at her. What he had dreaded most was her reaction, and she was the one comforting him.

“Thank you Mistress, for understanding,” he said shakily.

“What a sweetie,” she commented warmly, “even if you are such a dirty little boy. You can lick my boots clean if you want to thank me.”

Sanji reverently licked up and down her thigh-high boots while she finished her lunch. When Robin was finished, she hooked the ring gag securely back into his mouth and they departed for the dungeon once again. Upon arrival, she put his back against a metal pole and tied his hands tightly behind it before removing his cage. This time, Robin had brought a wine glass instead of the tiny shot glass. She knelt before him, and without a word began to stroke his cock. She turned her big blue eyes, deeper than all of the ocean, on him and continued stroking, waiting for the inevitable. “Don't cum,” she calmly warned, but it was far too much to ask. His moans grew guttural, and she removed her hand and positioned the wine glass. She expertly caught every miserable drop of his cum without letting his desperate thrusting touch the glass at all. When he had finished, she stood up. “Down it goes, you know you need the protein,” she said, forcing his head back and pouring it into his mouth.

“I sure thought that the rough anal love would've made you less desperate to squirt for me,” she jeered, “but you simply refuse to hold back.” Sanji swallowed the remainder of his cum, and tried to concentrate on something, anything other than the hand once again stroking his cock back to maximum hardness. “Especially after you told me how much you didn't want to cum.” His desperate cock began to get close immediately, thoroughly dissatisfied by all of the pleasureless ejaculations. This time, Robin almost didn't notice, but was able to catch it in time, allowing him zero pleasure as he dribbled into the glass.

“Absolutely pathetic,” Robin said coldly as he came, “That wasn't even two minutes since the last one.” Sanji's knees started to grow week. His screaming cock already felt thoroughly spent, even though his desire only grew. “Can you do one more?” she wondered aloud, grabbing him and stroking roughly again without even bothering to empty the cup. He did do one more, and very quickly. “I really can't believe you,” she said as he started to squirt into the cup. She spanked his balls several times while he shot into the cup, causing him to squeeze the rest out before falling to the ground. “You came three times in under five minutes. Why are you such a dirty little pig?” she asked as she poured the double load into his mouth. Sanji could only blush up at her as he ingested his own juices. The humiliation and the intense cock teasing made him see stars when he stared at her cold, disgusted face. She was so beautiful that it made a huge lump in his throat.

“Stand up,” Robin ordered coldly. Sanji complied the best that he could, his restrained hands behind the pole making it difficult. He watched her circle around him several times, appraising him, clearly thinking. “Since you've made your decision and it's too late for you to change your mind,” she began in a seductive voice, “I don't feel bad about showing you what you're missing.” Sanji's stomach dropped at the words “too late.” He was growing ever hornier and had begun to desire her more and more, more than ever before. He had started to become willing to even do that to have a chance to have a satisfying orgasm inside her, or even just her hand. No matter what the consequences were, he would do anything for such a reward.

None of it mattered, though, because it was too late.

Sanji couldn't think straight. There is little in the world worse than having everything you want right in front of you, but being unable to get it. Especially if it is because you only realize it too late. Unaware of the cause for his sad expression, or possibly quite aware, Robin began to tease him mercilessly. She hiked up her skirt, bent over, and stuck her butt out at him. “Come on,” she taunted, “Come and get me.” Sanji tried hard, thrusting madly, reaching as hard as he could towards her. She was so close. “Think you can reach me?” she asked in an innocent voice as she reached down and pulled the gusset of her panties aside, flashing her gorgeous pink pussy at him. Sanji throbbed uncontrollably. She backed up a teeny bit, barely millimeters away from his struggling cock. He could feel her heat on his bobbing head, sending him into over drive. He thrashed hard, but was only able to bump into her without entering. “You got me,” she said with a tiny smirk, standing back upright and readjusting her panties. “I wondered if you really wanted it.”

She pushed him flat against the pole and said, “No moving this time, understand?” Sanji nodded, hardly able to think. “And don't you dare cum without warning me. If you get precum on me, I'll clamp it shut.” Robin then bent down and stuck out her rear again, and it was all he could do to not jump on it. She slowly backed up, making contact with his bright red, desperate cock head. Her silky panties pressed against him, Sanji shivered uncontrollably as she backed all the way up, till her butt had trapped his cock between its cheeks and his own belly. “So warm,” she commented, and began slowly rubbing her booty against him. Up and down, side to side.

Sanji's head lulled at the treatment as he tried to maintain composure and keep his eyes on her beautiful tush. A drop of precum leaked out onto her black, silky panties, and he froze. “Did you just drip?” she asked coldly, correctly guessing the cause of his sudden stillness. He didn't answer, he wanted desperately for the sexy stimulation to continue, and wished he could suck his precum back inside. “Oh dear,” she said in a bored voice as she reached back and felt the tiny wet spot, before standing up and giving her butt one more little shake against his leaking cock. She retrieved a small clothespin, and held it up for him to see and clicked it a few times.

It hurt like fire as she closed it on his tender cock head, crushing the life out of it and effectively sealing his urethra shut. Sanji cried out and tried to bare it, but the pain took several minutes to shrink to a dull, painful ache. “Shall we continue?” Robin said coldly after he had calmed somewhat. She then knelt in front of him and began pulling down the chest of her jacket-dress, and pulled out her buxom breasts. Sanji winced painfully as the sight rushed blood into his poor, painfully clipped cock. She smiled seductively at him as she stared into his eyes, and began to push her boobs together around his tortured dick. He watched in breathless agony as she squeezed them together and slowly move them up and down his cock, once again twisting one of his greatest fantasies.

After a couple minutes, when he looked like he was getting close, Robin stuck her tongue out and touched it against his cock head, right underneath the painful clothespin. Not breaking her intense gaze at all, she licked back and forth on his sensitive spot. Sanji groaned loudly as his orgasm reached the edge and began to boil over. Of course, Robin was quite prepared. She moved away in plenty of time, held up the wine glass, and yanked the clothespin off right as he began to cum.

Sanji screamed loudly as the clothespin ripped away, letting blood rush into his tortured cock head, while he began to painfully ejaculate into the cup. “That's right,” Robin said in a proud voice, smacking his balls lightly for good measure. “Squirt out a nice big meal for yourself.”

This activity continued for hours. By the time she had gotten bored, Sanji felt like he had produced and swallowed enough semen to completely fill his dog bowl. He was drooling uncontrollably, his brain completely melted. His cock and abdominal muscles were beyond sore, but all of their efforts had been completely in vain. The only thing he could think about was cumming. Being able to get relief was the only thing that mattered now. It was almost starting to feel as important as giving his Mistress pleasure, not that his mind was able to focus on that in his current state.

“I'm done with your sniveling cock for now,” Robin said finally, going to retrieve the ice and applying it to his bright red cock. She put him back in the cock cage and clicked the lock shut, then untied his hands, removed his gag, and led him over to the dog cage. “I'm going to head back to ship and read a nice book for the rest of the evening,” she announced to him, and prodded for him to crawl in. Sanji couldn't move. He had to get an orgasm, he just had to!

“Mistress?” he asked, tearful desperation in his voice.

“Yes, slave?” she responded, turning her blue eyed gaze on him.

He looked down, unable to maintain the eye contact. “P-Please Mistress, please let me cum. I-I changed my mind. P-Please, I really really need to...” he begged tearfully, only thinking, hoping for his reward. Any consequences would be nothing by comparison.

“I'm afraid not, slave,” Robin said in her warm, motherly voice. Sanji's heart sunk lower than ever. All that mattered anymore was getting the relief he desperately needed. He began sobbing, and begged her again, “Please Mistress, I'm so sorry I refused before, please, I'll do anything!” He began kissing her boots vigorously while he sobbed, desperate to make her reconsider. Robin let him continue, silently appraising his efforts.

When she finally spoke, it sent a shock wave down Sanji's whole body. “Are you prepared to earn it as we discussed?” Her tone was still sweet and warm. Best of all, it sounded like she was considering having mercy.

“Yes Goddess, I'll do anything at all, even that!” he blubbered at her, his hopes starting to rise.

“Are you sure? I would make it very difficult for you,” she further prodded, and he enthusiastically assured her of his will. “I don't know...” she said, faux-uncertainty entering her maternal voice, despite the mischievous smile on the corners of her mouth. “Forgive my vulgarity, but I'm not sure I want to let you eat my shit.” Sanji could only sob the word “please” as he kissed her feet as worshipfully as he could. “So if you truly do want to, you'll have to beg for it. Tell me how much you crave the chance to eat my waste,” she ordered.

He wasted no time, instantly begging, “Please Goddess, please let me eat your waste! I crave it very much!” He could barely consider the words he was saying. It was meaningless, just another task to complete to get to the pleasure he needed. The humiliation would surely give her pleasure, which would in turn mirror within him. And then... When it was all over... He would get what he wanted.

Robin very much enjoyed his groveling. “Final warning,” she began after a minute of his lewd begging. “Decide right now if you are in or out. Tomorrow, you will have to beg for, consume, and thank me for my poop. As many times as I require. And I do mean every bit. If you refuse at any point, or even act ungrateful, you get nothing. If you don't think you can do it, you'll be better off not trying.” Sanji began to get fearful. He didn't think he could do it. He knew, though, in his heart that he had to try. It would make her happy, and himself vicariously, and he might even succeed. Robin looked down at his fearful, yet grateful expression. “But...” she continued, analyzing his face. “IF you succeed, I guarantee that you will have the best experience of your whole life. I will take you to much higher plains of pleasure than you have ever experienced. It will be worth far more than all the torment you have gone through this week, even worth the humiliation you have yet to complete.” Sanji shivered uncontrollably at the thought as his cock dripped through the cage. “If you would rather not, It is perfectly fine. In that case, crawl into the cage and go to sleep. If you would like the opportunity, come with me to the ship and cook me a feast,” Robin declared finally, and waited for his reaction. He remained firmly at her feet, not even considering moving towards the cage. “Excellent,” she remarked mischievously as she fastened his leash and started walk him to the ship.

A feast she had requested, and a feast she received. Sanji, though his muscles were shaky from his tiring day and his anticipation, was happy to use all of his cooking skills to make the best food for her he possibly could, even busting out the more expensive things he had saved for special occasions. Steak, lobster, pork ribs, stir fried veggies, handmade garlic bread, baked potatoes; Sanji made it all, hoping to please her, to make her glad she had reconsidered. When he presented it to her and sat down at her feet, she gave him the praise he was craving. “You really went all out for me. Good boy,” she said warmly and patted his head.

Before she began eating, she ordered him to take her boots off and kiss her feet and legs while she ate. Removing such tall boots took some effort, but she extended each leg helpfully as he started. “Actually, massage my feet instead. They're sore after all the attention I gave you today,” she decided before really digging in.

Robin moaned occasionally at the delicious taste of the food while he rubbed her feet. Sanji had previously mostly blocked out his own hunger, but it began to torture him once again as he listened to her happy sounds. Sanji looked over at his empty bowl as his empty stomach started to growl loudly. She looked down at him and smirked, before mischievously telling him, “Don't worry. You can have all this when I'm done with it.” This initially excited him, before the double meaning began to sink in. It suddenly clicked why a woman with such a petite waist had requested so much food. That had been the reason for her big lunch too, he suspected. She only chuckled at the look on his face and continued eating.

“All finished,” Robin declared suddenly, much to his surprise. She indeed was all finished. No edible scraps remained. Sanji watched with a hint of jealousy as she rubbed her stomach lightly and moaned. He noticed that her belly was barely extended at all, completely hiding the feast she had consumed by herself. For the second time that day, she smiled knowingly at him and winked. “That was really delicious, slave, I wish you could've tried it.” Sanji's ears burned as he looked down, trying not to think too hard about it. “This is our last night to spend however we like, slave. Tomorrow night, we will go back to normal, as if this week never happened,” she informed him, “So I would like to know, where would you want to sleep? I can take you back to the dungeon and cage you, or you could sleep on the floor beside my bed if you prefer.” That was too easy, Sanji wondered if there was a trap.

“Beside you on the floor, Mistress,” he meekly told her.

“That's fine then,” she said sweetly as they went to her room.

Sanji watched her undress down to her underwear breathlessly as his poor cock throbbed in its cage. “Now now,” she teased, seeing his cock cage bouncing at the sight of her half naked body, “Be a good boy and put that away now. Save it for tomorrow night.” Sanji had to force himself to lay down on the hard wooden floor beside her as she crawled into bed. “Goodnight.” she told him sleepily as she blew out the lantern.

Despite how exhausted his body was, Sanji could only stare up at her. Her beautiful face, impossibly serene with sleep, was illuminated dully in the pale moonlight. He listened to her soft breathing and occasional unintelligible mumble. Robin truly was the absolute vision of perfection. Of course he will succeed in his unpleasant task, he decided, that was nothing compared to the infinitely worse other things she could have made him do. Simply degrading himself for her pleasure was a privilege.

His cock was insatiable, refusing to let him sleep for hours. Thinking about the joy awaiting him tomorrow night and watching her sleeping form made him happy. As he finally was approaching sleep, he heard her distinctly mumble “love Sanji.”

Sanji grinned the biggest grin he ever had grinned before, and drifted off to sleep.
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