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Note: This is an adult version of my story “Portgas’ Tale” from fanfiction.net under my account Lady Isla. I changed some parts, and throw added some lemon in it.

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The house is silent as though it had been empty for many years. The only occupant living in this small house is a young woman. It was nighttime but Portgas was still awake.

Portgas had been crying. She hadn't cried since she was a pirate from her younger years, after losing her nakama, her only "family", one she hadn't have any growing up. Her "family" was shot down one by one while trying to protect her from the Marines. Overwhelmed by grief, she tried to take her life, hoping to end the pain. But she was found and stopped just in time, by an unknown man wearing a dark cloak.

The man took her, and even had a doctor to wash the wounds from the battle. Portgas hated this man for stopping her. She lost what she wanted in life. She asked him why he saved her when she was on the verge of dying. He told her that he doesn't want to listen to her ranting, and he made her go on living even though she wanted to die.

That's how Portgas met Dragon. Since she had nowhere else to go, she decides to join him temporarily until she has plan.

Long before he became the Revolutionary leader, he was just a man with big dreams that involved with the World Government. Portgas cared less about the World Government so she keeps away whenever he shares a talk with a few men who joined him. But as the days go by, she finds herself joining the little "meetings" and for some reason she could not explain, she seems to follow him wherever he goes. When he asked her for this reason, she told him that it was his fault for saving her and it was a price he must pay. He simply chuckled at this.

During her journeys as a pirate, Portgas met many men who admired her from afar for her pretty freckled face. She was surprised to see that Dragon said not a single remark how pretty she was, not that she was a vain person and cared so much about her looks, and she wondered what was wrong with that man. He WAS impressed to see her fighting abilities after a recent encounter with a Marine ship, and this made her feel like she was ready to faint. He never talked much about himself and Portgas had to assume that he was simple-minded, reckless, and so aloof at times, but he was not stupid, and he speaks as though he is a mystic of sorts.

When they reached the next island, Portgas decided to retire from her pirating days and live as an ordinary barmaid in the village. After getting a house to live in, she came to the port to bid Dragon and his men good-bye. Like all the men she met, she never saw him again.

... Until three months later, he surprised her by turning up at her door, saying that he recruited new men and while they were looking for a bigger ship, he decided to stop by and see her. Portgas was happy to see him again, but somewhere in her mind, she thought she felt TOO happy.

He tells her that he had a temporary base hidden somewhere nearby and he could visit her once in a while. These visits were short and they would involve him coming in the late afternoon, where Portgas gets off from work, wearing a cloak to hide him from being caught by Marines, and him returning to the base early evening. They would sit in the kitchen and talk about his plans and ideas, and the things he has done. But Portgas never asked one thing about him because his mysterious side is what attracted her when they first met. Sometimes, they would walk around her property and to the far side of the island where Portgas cannot be found interacting with a criminal. These visits were short, and it hurts her to see him leave after each visit. She wondered how long it would be until he leaves her permanently and continue pursuing his dream. She never said this out loud, but she secretly wished that day wouldn't come.

During lonely nights, Portgas would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating heavily from her dreams. Dragon had been popping up in all her dreams in ways she was grateful that no one could read her thoughts. These dreams made her unable to fall asleep again because she could bear to dream of Dragon’s face without having an uncomfortable – but not unpleasant – sensation in her chest and lower area

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Her recent dream…

Dragon was grinning at her and he was saying something but she could not hear him. He was crushing her body against his, and should feel the growing erection in his trousers each thrust of his pelvis. She could feel his lips on her neck and her fingers acted on their own and they undid the buttons of his pants and slipped her hand inside…

… He was so hot and she was surprised at how big it was and when he impaled her, she felt numbed. Her insides blazed like an inferno. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips back and forth; clung to him as if she would lose him as she arched herself backward, their writhing bodies joined as one.

The force of his driving thrusts quickened and she shut her eyes and cried out each powerful impact.

She didn’t want him to stop, but right before they climaxed, she wakes up like from a nightmare, but with regret…

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Portgas took a big bite on an apple and nearly swallowed the wrong way and coughed a few times, before she could gaze at her companion, who had joined her picnic only a minute ago and looked at her now with his dark eyes, talking to her with a soft breeze blowing long untamed hair as they sat at the cliffs to enjoy a lonely meal in the late afternoon.

Portgas listened to his deep, gruff voice forming to words she is hardly paying attention. She is enjoying the rare moment she is spending with him before he goes away for days until he returns.

They heard a rustle in the bushes and Dragon jumped, thinking it was an enemy. They saw a small squirrel shooting out from the bush and climbed up the nearest tree.

“Shihahaha! Just a silly squirrel!” Portgas laughed, seeing Dragon’s embarrassed face after realizing it was an ordinary animal and not a hidden foe. “You’re so paranoid sometimes, like the real criminal you are…”

“Shut up,” Dragon said, looking away sheepishly but resumed talking.

Another hour passed and it was now sunset. Dragon gets up and said to her, “I have to go.”

She grabbed his hand and she gets up as well. She wanted him to stay a little longer; she isn't ready to let him go yet...

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” she asked him, and Dragon saw her eyes pleading to him. “Please, stay…”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away from her.

“If you’re so sorry, then why we can’t see each other more often?” she demanded. She didn’t mean to sound angry, but Dragon chose to ignore this and he walks away without looking back.

‘Why do you find so little time for us?’ Portgas thought sadly as she watches him go. ‘Sometimes, I wonder if you really care about me…’

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Dragon wasn’t the only thing she dreams about; she had other dreams, after seeing a mother playing with her child while on her way to work, of starting a family of her own. Maybe they won't replace her old nakama, but they would maker her happy. She desired so much to have one with the man with wild hair and dark eyes. Would it ever happen?

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One rainy afternoon, he was halfway down the road leaving her house when Portgas called out after him, “Dragon!” ran to him, throwing her arms around the tall man.
He was shocked by this sudden action and he was surprised to see her crying on his chest while they stood under the rain.

“Damn, you… Damn you!” she sobbed. “You stupid asshole!”

“Portgas, are you okay?” he asked her, she recognized a concern in his tone.

“Don’t you know how much I care about you?” she cried, slamming a fist on his chest. “Since you saved me, I can’t keep away from you! You made me go on living even though I wanted to die. You gave me new dreams… I loved you…” she spoke softly, then louder. “I love you, you idiot! And I won’t let you leave me!”

Portgas, exhausted from her screams, fell flat-faced against his chest and panted heavily. She did it, she told him. Now he’ll tell her that he doesn’t feel the same way about her—

But his arms wrapped themselves around her and brought her closer to his body. She never thought he could be this warm like he was in her dreams. She looked up to see his hair damp, his face wet from the rain, and his eyes intent. His voice is low and thick, but soothing, “Portgas…”

He sought her mouth and captured it with his lips. Portgas’ senses were swimming. The sensation of his tongue had no beginning and no end. It reached everywhere and her skin burned even wet from the freezing raindrops.

Then surprised her by carrying her bridal style and brought her back to the house and into her bedroom. Then he kissed her more passion she thought he never had in him.

His cold fingers ran down her heated flesh and she trembled at his touch. He murmured breathily into her ear, “Don’t be afraid…” Black strands fell across her neck and over jutted shoulder blades. She raised a hand to his face, fingertips tugging on long dark locks. She gasped, her back arched, and she fell back on the mattress

She lay gasping; her breasts rose and fell sharply. Her eyes stared up to him with wonder. He was so natural and she wondered where he learned to kiss like that…?

“How did you--?” she began but Dragon silenced her speaking up, more to himself.

“You’re not the only thinking about this…” he said quietly, his face expressionless. “I can’t stay away from you too.” Then he undressed her…

Portgas held her breath; she could scarcely believe where her desires led her. She thought she was dreaming, but they were really doing it right now. Now Dragon was undressing himself and she watched with fascination over every inch of his body: chest broad, stomach flat, hard and etched, his hips narrow. Even his equipment is impressive.

She was trembling again when he ran his hand down her skin… “Are you nervous?” he asked her, planting soft kisses on her navel which made her squeak.

“Not really,” she gasped harder. She can’t believe this was happening to her and she begged softly, “Take me…”

Then he gave her wide grin, a trademark of all those who bear the Will of D., and his mouth came down hers, crushing her lips in a frenzy while his middle finger automatically reached between her slender thighs and slid up her already engorged clitoris.

She nearly screamed. With instinct, he fingered the warm flesh as she trembled with mounting lust. With his other hand, he brought it to one of her breasts and kneaded it softly and kisses and licks the other one.

“Oh, my God… Dragon!” she cried. She laid there, eyes closed and enjoying the delicious sensations he aroused with each flick of his finger and tongue. Both are alone and he was hers and she was his. Nothing else mattered.

Acting on an impulse, she pushed him off her and turned him over. Now she was on top and in charge. Dragon was taken aback by this sudden geography and he could feel the warm puffs of her breath grazing his groin. Her lips opened and her mouth immediately took his firm member. He gave a sharp hiss and thrust upward and she almost gagged.

Then her head bobbed up and down on his flesh, inhaling the arousing manliness. She gripped his buttocks, pulling him closer and sucking with vigor.

Then he gently pushed her head away from him and a soft mewl of distress escaped her. He smiled and placed her on her back again and spread her legs. Then he slammed himself savagely down into her.

The impact jolted and she screamed with both agonized pain and pleasure. He began to thrust, increasing his speed and she clung to him just like she always did in her dreams. She panted and grunted in a rhythm to his rough moving hips, her legs wrapped fiercely around his waist.

He grabbed her brutally by the hips and held tight. He plunged in and out harder like a madman, his face contorted in agony. He rammed himself inside her one last time and both bodies ceased.

Then they both collapsed together, both their hearts pounding as they gulped for air.

“Tell me you love me,” she whimpered weakly, crying softly. Wishing the powerful lovemaking they just made happened because he was trying to make her feel better.

He replied, though it was soft but she could hear it, before falling asleep. “…I love you.”

Smiling with happiness, she gave a soft kiss on his face. He will leave again in the morning but tonight, she was happy that he stayed for her.

The passion the former pirate and the future Revolutionary leader shared never left the room they were in.

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Less then a year passed, Ace was born. He inherited his mother's freckles and he was so quiet for a baby. She showed Dragon their son once and while she goes to get a fresh bottle of milk, she can see her husband holding his son, brushing a few dark hair strands from his face and whisper softly to him.

Two years passed, while the little freckled toddler was playing in his room, Dragon came to her with a grim expression and the fear she thought might never come just did. His men found a new base somewhere far away and he told her that since he is a dangerous man, he couldn't throw her and their child into danger if they come with him or if he continues seeing her.

Portgas remained silent as she continued washing the dishes and she muttered a low good-bye.

When Ace came to the kitchen, he was confused to see his mother staring into nothing with tears running down her face and he asked where his papa has gone. This made her cry harder.

The house remained silent for the rest of the day. And the next morning, when her husband departed, to pursue his dream and ambition, Portgas wasn't there to see him go. She didn't even bother telling him that she is carrying his second child. Portgas' happiness had been going on for the past few years. Now it was replaced by loneliness.

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