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"More—"
Grunting. Panting. The faint sounds of slapping skin in the dark of the night, barely illuminated by a single candle in a corner and the moon; the wet, dense sound of one cock after another spearing two holes, slick, so slick, dripping wet.
More grunts.
One—two—three—four—five.
Five. Hit. Crash and burn.
Another load.
Sanji opened his eyes. The full moon peered at him through the windows of the Crow's Nest. Outside, the rain came and went in slow patterns. Quiet drops hit the windows gently, fading into a thin drizzle that dissolved into mist as the clouds moved on to punish other unsuspecting places.
Five again. Hit, again.
So, he had passed out, uh? Made sense, with how harshly Zoro had been fucking him. How many times had he fainted while taking a massive amount of come up his ass and cunt? Maybe more than five times, now that he thought about it.
"You fucking dog,” Sanji groaned, pushing against the taller body on top of him, not stopping the moment a second cock, having just pulled out, reentered him. Under him, the hastily thrown-out blanket felt slippery with his juices, a mess of slick and sweat covering him everywhere. "You've been going—ah, fuck, Zoro! Slow down, shithead!"
"Shut up," Zoro murmured, nibbling at the blond's shoulder. "If it were up to me, you'd be fucked raw every hour of every day, no matter what."
Only the sound of waves and of the ocean was ever pleasant and soothing to Sanji’s spirit, making sleep a calm and sweet blessing instead of a never-ending battle between his sore muscles, aching back, and heavy lids.
"You've been fucking me unconscious, you fucking dickhead," Sanji huffed and twisted to glance over his shoulder—the best he could, given the position Zoro held him in, and was forced back around with a loud squawk. The hands—the six of them—ran over his trembling frame, embracing him completely; the rough texture of calluses from a well-groomed sword-user made him purr despite himself.
It was… weirdly sweet of Zoro, especially in this form.
"Your fault for making me this hungry—take it," Zoro said in his hollowed-out voice, drawing Sanji further on the lengths between them, pressing deeper than Sanji remembered possible, hitting places he hadn't felt all evening, let alone earlier that day.
He could feel his stomach beginning to swell slightly from how deeply Zoro had begun to stuff him with two cocks—three, earlier that day—how slowly he began moving, bending Sanji to his liking to push the third cock in his ass.
Six. A punch to the guts.
They were all there—Sanji could see the demon's manifestation before his eyes: every inch of Zoro in his Asura form towered above his shuddering form. Three hands groped his hips, while the fourth moved to knead the skin on the lower part of his stomach—was this asshole feeling his bulge?—and the fifth teased at his throat, making him gasp for air. The remaining hand was squeezing his cheek, Zoro’s main head licking his ear as Sanji could only clench his hands and toss left and right in pleasure.
"It fucking hurts," Sanji groaned, half a sob wreaking his sleepy voice. "Try to be gentler—all of you assholes," he added in a small voice, twisting and raising a hand to weakly grasp the length of a rough horn and hold onto it tightly as he was slowly getting rocked forward by the three-Zoro form behind him.
A series of grunts answered his pleads, more licking and biting at his bare shoulders, neck, and head as three sets of cocks slowly kept breaching into the blond, pushing deep inside Sanji’s swollen holes.
"Trying," Zoro hissed, almost falling on the blond in a quivering shudder, "you're just so fucking delicious, shit cook." A teary nod from the cook below made Zoro purr in approval, then lower his massive torso and try to plaster Sanji's smaller form with his chest, licking a long stripe of a blue-bubbling vein pulsing hard under his skin. "Sorry," the demon—Zoro, more than Asura—grunted again, softly in his ear.
Eventually, he moved. He lowered himself completely on the cook, careful with his horns lest Sanji took another gash to his face, but held him closely, enveloping him, warm and heated and human despite the layers of pure muscle flexing all around him, pressing at every direction.
The soft scales along his chest rubbed against Sanji’s back, catching a wound Zoro had given him in the morning that sent Sanji bucking wildly, much to his demon boyfriend's amusement.
"More..." was all that their human murmured.
Three voices asked, "more?" in unison.
The body below them rutted once, causing another low squelch to emerge, followed by a weak moan that made the three entities hungrier.
A flash of golden light and Zoro grunted under his breath, a pained whine followed by another slow, firm slide inside Sanji, breaching him with confidence. His body immediately clenched around the intrusion, feeling the heavy weight of two cocks inside his pussy and another one in his ass.
How the fuck did they even fit anyway—
"When..." Sanji paused, licking his lips, gasping for breath with his eyelids closed. His right hand reached behind him to claw at the demon behind him, gaining satisfaction at Zoro's moans. "How long until—gah, fuck, until I get to—fuck, stop going deeper, you fuckhead!"
"We told you to shut up," Zoro's middle head supplied, licking the top of Sanji's head and earning a snarl in return.
"And I told you three to slow the fuck down!"
A rumble, like an earthquake. Three demons chuckling in unison.
Nothing good was going to come out of this, he knew—and yet, giving up was never an option.
"You look fine to me, shit cook," the left head stated, using a condescending tone one would after winning a battle. The blond was about to show him fine but was stopped by Zoro's two other heads when they lunged towards him, mouths open, ready to suck and destroy his neck all over. The attack proved so successful that Sanji's tensing muscles and trembling body promptly relaxed with a couple of deep sighs as blood trickled down his nose, crimson painting lines on his skin.
God. He was so full, so goddamn full, his belly about to burst in the most painful ways possible while his insides struggled not to squirt out from the fucking pressure Zoro was putting in him.
He was getting soft, there was no denying that, but how could he deny Zoro this—wasn't it part of their bond, all in all?
A low grumble of assent resounded close to his ears.
The cock inside his ass paused, no doubt giving way for the two others in his pussy to impale him deeper and bring more wetness down his thighs; before his cunt tightened again, he clenched to stop the feeling of helplessness from consuming him.
"Taking us so easily, as always," the main head said, the words just as low and just as quiet as the night's breeze and the swaying of their ship, and yet they traveled as loud as thunder. "You take dick as well as those little whores that lay about in a whorehouse begging to get their guts torn out, don't you?"
"Don't you, Sanji?" the second head taunted, biting at the space between his jaw and his collarbone, where bite marks were painted like a night sky against the tender skin, broken here and there and marked purple from the relentless abuse.
"Getting cocky, you three," was what escaped the cook's mouth, instead of the chosen insult in his mind. He moaned, pushing forward against Zoro's cocks, wincing as his lower stomach screamed at him to stop; he was going to be split open at that rate. "Asking—fuck—dumb questions."
The second head rolled its eyes and scoffed, but was uninterested enough that it did not continue its pursuit to embarrass and shatter what little pride Sanji still had at that time. The blond's dignity could wait another day; in fact, their next fight would take away enough of it for any additional attempt to be a wasted effort and thus undesirable.
Right head, however...
Its hands slid down to grip the backs of Sanji's thighs, spreading him wide apart; the display was embarrassing but effective in exposing him further, leaving nothing to the imagination. All three heads gazed down at him with hunger in their red eyes, darkly illuminated by the moon's glow; in return, his own gaze challenged theirs when he turned his head, testing their waters, demanding he get more without actually asking.
Zoro was happy to provide.
"Just look at you." The demon caressed his inner thighs, playing with his folds and teasing his entrance as a finger joined the two cocks lodged in his pussy. Sanji's back arched and curled, fingers scratching Zoro's forearms the moment his insides got stuffed even more, impossibly filled to the brim; his juices dripped everywhere on the blanket below them and he writhed, thrashing his hips up and trying to thrust downwards. He wanted to see Zoro between his legs, holding him open—he needed to see.
If he wasn't allowed to move, then at least—
His mind blanked.
"Flip me over," Sanji ordered, words cut off by a sudden change in positions which had him getting flipped into Zoro's lap, arms and knees brushing against the floor; two cocks speared him in half in one swift movement that robbed the blond of his air and common sense, while the third one fucked deeper into his ass.
"As you wish, princess," the third head grinned into his nape, and Sanji gripped Zoro's hair and yanked at it. Not being able to see properly with blurry vision was one of his only weaknesses.
"My pleasure, obviously," Sanji spat out, latching his left arm around Zoro's torso to push the man deeper, shifting slightly on his lap until the blond could curl his legs around his demon's waist. Three hands were spreading his holes open, stretching and kneading his cheeks, and two more grabbed his wrists; with his legs wrapped tightly around his partner, Sanji could watch every single one of his reactions from this close, see the exact moment Zoro closed his eyes or lost himself in the motion and used Sanji's whole body like a puppet.
"Give it to me, Marimo," Sanji whispered. The darkness cloaked his expression in mystery, so no one but the gods would see how his face twisted in utter desperation as he got fucked into oblivion, closer and closer to the edge and coming undone at the seams, fucking himself with Zoro's dicks until the room disappeared. His feet, bare against the sweaty skin of Zoro's waist, trembled when the pace quickened in response to Sanji's pleas, each thrust as powerful as the previous one; Sanji's orgasm threatened to wash over him too quickly for his tastes again, almost sending him falling forwards, right onto Zoro's chest. "Fucking asshole, let me come!"
"No."
Zoro's low growl barely reached Sanji's ears. The entire room swam around his frame as though he'd been dropped off the coast of an island and forced to swim home, left to struggle to stay afloat for hours on end until someone fished him out of the water. Nothing quite worked except his gaping pussy, currently swallowing another cock with abandon, leaking slick onto the lap below him; he felt delirious.
Overwhelmed, he threw his head back.
"Why... why the fuck not..."
With his voice seared, throat raw.
"I want you on the verge of breaking. I want you stretched until you're just a gaping hole made for fucking."
It hurt. It hurt so much to keep the wave of pleasure from crashing. The command had taken his last brain cell, rendering him incapable of rational thought beyond the burning ache between his legs; unable to speak, Sanji's words came out in a flurry of vowels, his tongue tangled, teeth bared and hands flailing to hold something—anything, anything to make sure he was real, still flesh and bones.
In front of him, the flash of red in his demon's three sets of eyes sparked brighter than a forest fire, more intense than the lightning cracking through the sky at that moment; Zoro leaned forward to lay him out on the makeshift nest, keeping him there with gentle pushes from his other limbs, shushing Sanji with kisses pressed into his nape. Sanji grabbed the horns of the main head and pulled Zoro down with him, bringing their lips together for a sloppy kiss.
Sanji gasped.
His belly tensed painfully. The waves were crashing now, white foam flying high in the sky after hitting sharp rocks on a deadly shoreline, sucking boats under their embrace; his toes curled behind Zoro's back, head thrown backwards with lips parted on silent moans.
"Zoro—fuck! Just—"
All three cocks released at the same time, and Sanji thought he saw whatever higher being belonged to Wano. All three mouths nibbled at his neck as he took another load inside his belly, bloating it until a visible bulge stuck out and rendered him immobile. Even if he wanted to get up, he wouldn't have been able to; it didn't matter anyway, because Zoro kept going and fucking into him at a slower, softer pace.
"God, we need to tie you up and gag you next time," the second head muttered.
"Do that and I'll fucking kick your face in, dickhead," the cook bit back.
"Don't give us ideas," they replied in unison.
The demon chuckled. Then, Zoro's human body blinked into existence, horns and extra hands and legs vanishing away in a golden mist; Sanji stared up at the green-haired man and pursed his lips, sighing quietly.
"Worst sex ever, Marimo. I want a refund."
Zoro snorted, slapping his thigh in passing before pulling out carefully. "Oh, really? Weren't you begging to be stuffed full only a minute ago?"
Sanji raised his leg, kicking at Zoro's head with no success; in his defense, his body was rather spent, considering he had been used as a glorified masturbation sleeve by a monster just seconds earlier.
"You're lucky I'm too sore to use haki."
"So, worst sex ever, eh?" The smirk plastered on his boyfriend's lips was enough to send him fuming.
"Fine. Second worst," the blond gave in. "Worst ever was you coming on my face on Skypiea when I asked for protein."
At that, Zoro huffed and wrapped himself around Sanji like an octopus, chin resting upon his head and fingers intertwined with his; silence settled over them both once again, sweet and tender. It never lasted long, but never needed to.
"Hey, Marimo?"
"Yeah?"
A pause. Sanji shifted and laid flat on his chest, avoiding meeting his eyes.
"If you aren't too busy turning me into a limp noodle next time we fuck in your Asura form," he said, hiding his smile in the blankets. "I'd like to ride your stupid horns, maybe."
Zoro hummed quietly in response, grinning. "I'll consider it, Curly." A beat later, "using them as a dildo, uh? Kinky little freak."
Sanji kicked him so hard in the dick Zoro howled into the night.