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Reader Style: transmasc
Character: Trafalgar Law
Vibe: NSFW Yandere
AU: Mythical Creature AU
Prompt: Sugar Daddy

Summary: Fleeing a restrictive life that didn't allow you to be who you were, you eventually caught the eye of a powerful beast in the forest. This powerful Naga's favorite thing to do is adorn you in nothing but precious metals and jewels.

Content Notes: implications of mind control, yandere, consent is on thin ice but exists, double penetration, two dicks one naga, use of good boy, mentions clit, cunt, and no mentions of chest.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The jewels were heavy on your skin.

Cold and glittering, they laid against you because you wore nothing else. The light that trickled in was enough to send glints and glimmers against the dark walls.

Cool, large hands with tattooed fingers and soft calluses, move over your skin, shifting the treasures and gems that you wore. The sensation sends a ripple of goose bumps over your flesh, but you don't shiver anymore. The room itself is warm enough, but the naga that has adorned you so, always runs a little colder than you do.

Of all the delicate and glistening items you wear, there are two heavy golden shackles at your wrists. His fingers move over them, lifting each one carefully while he checks for any raw spots on your skin. His long tail slides under your legs as he helps lift you out of bed.

You wouldn't consider getting up without him, not anymore. Not knowing how much he enjoyed bringing you to your feet.

And your knees.

"'Did you sleep well, snow drop?" Law questions, the light in his eyes illuminating more tiny glimmers of light from your jewels.

"Yes," you answer softly, perhaps shyly, feigning an early morning haze just a little.

"You're due for some proper sunlight," he muses, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and slipping a forked tongue under the golden collar to lick at your skin. "Some fresh air," he continues, fingers trailing over your limbs, making the gold and jewels clink softly. "A little exercise."

Your body shivers at the statement of exercise, and a soft gasp of air escapes your lips. Not enough to be a moan, but enough to show some semblance of agreement toward the idea. He unlocks the cuffs at your wrists, setting them down slowly, his golden eyes on you, waiting for confirmation.

"Yes... please." You manage, as he scoops you up into arms, cradling you to his chest as he slithers through the cave. A long hand over your eyes covers your sight, as always, and the long trip begins.

You have no idea how intricate the cave may or may not be. Only that the room you stay in has some openings too high up the wall for you to reach. Enough to let in fresh air and enough light for you to see by, but as far as you knew the rest of the cave was too dark for you to see anyway.

You feel the warmth of the sun on your skin before you can see it. He sets you carefully onto your feet, soft moss and grass tickling your toes as you slowly open your eyes, taking in the lush green forest and the bright light of the sun in the small clearing near the cave.

The clearing had been your favorite place for years. You'd come here and read, or practice sword forms where no one could find you - or so you'd thought. During that time you'd caught the eye of the Naga that now held you close.

Law circles around you a couple times before disappearing into the thick tree line. You know better than to try and run, he's not gone, not far enough away at least, he's just checking the perimeter and making sure that there's no one nearby to bother either of you. Naga can cover far more ground than a human, as you've long since learned.

When he returns he coils loosely around you, giving you a bed of tail and scales to lay on. The two of you bask in the sunlight for a while. He even dozes off enough to be fully asleep, jerking slightly when you turn over, turning your back toward the sun so you don't get burned on one side.

Once the sun dips low enough in the sky he stirs and shifts, pulling you to his chest, and coiling around you carefully. The scales tickle your skin, sliding between your thighs and pushing your legs apart. A sweet sound escapes your lips, if nothing else, giving into the beast that's decided to care for you had more than a few perks.

You ate well, wanted for nothing, and didn't need to hide in order to read or practice your sword forms. The powerful naga had even supplied you with swords. The only things you weren't allowed were clothes and the freedom to leave.

The ridges of his scales are slick against your clit and you gasp, causing you to lean into the sensation and thus leaning into him. The steady shift beneath you has your legs trembling in just a few short minutes. He tilts your face up with a single finger at your chin, smiling warmly down at you.

"That'sss my good boy," he hums, the tip of his tail slipping around your wrists and pulling them behind your back as his hips align with yours.

The sweet kiss sinks into your lips, the tender warmth easing your muscles as the heads of two cocks probe against your entrances. What's freedom in the face of such a tender embrace? What freedom did you have before, denied your dreams and stuffed into a role that wasn't for you?

The pressure of both heads push against your body more. There was nothing that felt more satisfying than being stuffed full by him. Nothing else that relieved the ache in your soul. The stretch as he pushes into your ass and cunt at the same time makes you cry out.

His lips devour yours, consuming the decadent cry that escapes you, filling the air instead with the soft jingle of the jewels and metals that adorned you. Your wiggle against him, breath hot against his tongue as he breaks the kiss, licking your lips when you moan softly for him.

"Law," you murmur, pleasure and comfort already making your mind hazy. He was always so warm like this, so gentle. "M'yours."

"Yeah," he agrees, his body roiling beneath you, the trembling thrusts shivering down the entire length of his tail. "All mine, my sweet snow drop." Fingers thread between yours, his tail wrapping around your hands.

You roll your hips, riding him as well as you can in your current position, and he matches your movements, pushing deeper and faster. Soft words of praise falling from his lips.

"Good boy, jussst like that. You don't have to ask for permission, just cum when you want." He assures you, free hand holding your face, his finger against your tongue. "Don't think, don't worry, I'm here. I've got you." The light of his eyes flickers against your skin, sending glimmers and sparkles off the gemstones against your skin, reflecting back into his gaze.

Back into yours.

What even was freedom?

"You're mine."

He never called you the wrong name.

"I'll give you everything."

Never the wrong words.

"Just sssink, and enjoy it all."

Pleasure soaks into your body, and you murmur his name as the soft orgasm saturates every cell of your muscles. He licks the tears from your cheeks, riding you through the pleasure as you tremble softly in his coils.

The haze takes you and you sink into him. You feel his fingers tighten against yours as he cums inside you, the grunt from his lips, the rush of blood in his cheeks, the warmth as you leaned against him, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.