Work Text:
"I have something special for you today, pet."
She smoothed a finger through Sanji's golden hair, enjoying the silkiness of it before she continued to his chest, his stomach, stroking the pale down that covered his skin before she reached the prettiest part of him that was already filling at her touch.
Black Maria was in her full-human form and already wet from anticipation. After she looped him up in her web so that he dangled from the ceiling, his limbs spread out and secure in the sticky white strands, she lifted the fabric of her robe and parted her thighs with a sigh, reaching down to rub at her wet folds.
When her fingers gleamed in the red lantern glow, she brought them up to rub the slickness over her pet's mouth and nose. His eyes rolled back at the scent, and his tiny pink tongue darted out to lap at her fingers. A little treat for him, before the real work began.
She smeared the rest of it onto his cock, and Sanji watched her with wide eyes and perhaps a trace of resignation as she stroked him to hardness. He shivered as she touched him delicately, with only the pads of her fingertips smoothing her slick over his length, his pink crown. When she slid lower, under the velvety softness of his balls, the muscles of his legs corded as he tried to bring them together; in vain, for the webbing remained secure. Not that she ever had any doubt, for her spidersilk was strong, the finest in the land.
She did not quite understand why he still protested this. He had trembled and begged and cried when Black Maria had first begun his training, but soon he became used to it, helped with the plug she always put in him before storing him away. Throughout his time here, she had acquired quite a collection just for him, of various beautiful colours and designs. She was particularly partial to the one that was modelled on a komainu, lacquered gold to match his hair and with an impressive full knot that seemed almost the real thing.
But today, the one she eased out was the komauma toy, a thick tawny dildo that Kurozumi Orochi had gifted a month ago, proudly telling her it was modelled on the biggest komauma stallion that pulled his carriage. It was veined and curved and thick, and when she eased it out of his ass with a wet squelch and a soft moan from him, his hole gaped at her, pink and inviting.
"Feeling empty, pet?" She cooed at him. Panting slightly, he blinked at her but did not reply, only nodded though his eyes were filled with dread. She had trained him well in the art of pleasure, not only in the physical techniques, but the anticipation, the fear, the hesitation that would bleed into lust if he allowed it.
She leaned forward and sighed, letting her warm breath gust against—through his hole, and she chuckled when his rim quivered as if in response.
"So beautiful here, sweet pet," she said. "I was thinking instead of the oil we use, perhaps we should try this?"
She lifted him a little so that he had a better view of her opened thighs. Then she dipped a finger into her slippery core, then another, sinking in to the second knuckle before she pulled them out—slowly, so that he could see the slick long strands that connected her fingers to her cunt before she lifted them to his little hole, pressing the slick around it, into it. At the sight, he blushed deeply, the blood making him flush pink from his face to his chest and stomach, a pretty trait that was rare among humans. She was truly lucky to have had Sanji fall into her lap.
She smeared her essence around the puffy rim, pushing it into the gape patiently. But the angle wasn't quite right; she needed more lubrication in order not to tear him, and currently strands of it leaked back out to land between her thighs; wasted, for his hole had become too loose to hold anything in, the exhausted pink muscle pushed to its limit.
So she swung him upside down, careful but with some haste, before the blood went too much to his head—she wanted him to be awake for all of this, and they had much to do. The webbing held his legs open, and she coated her fingers more thickly in herself before she held her hand above him. She watched carefully, adjusting her aim as her slick dangled thickly to drip into his hole, stray strands of it spilling over his stomach and chests and thighs that she caught to bring back to the pink little mouth between his legs.
As she worked, he began to babble, little sounds of "oh god, oh god—" as he belatedly realised what was happening, gasping and choking a little as the sweet slick went into his mouth and he moaned at the taste. When she was finally satisfied, she laid him on his palm, restrained and spread out again on his back.
He was really covered in her essence, slick and shining all over under the crimson light of the lanterns, a sweet little mess. She took her time to admire how her fingers slid without resistance along the soft milky skin of his inner thighs, before she pressed her pinky between her cheeks, allowed him to feel the gentle unyielding pressure against his hole.
Black Maria savoured the desperation on Sanji's face, from the little bite of his lip to the flicker of his eyes as he tried to prepare himself for her entry. And she slid in slowly, first stretching his rim with just the tip of her finger, soft wet noises accompanying the gradual motion. She was careful to trim that nail short after acquiring her lovely pet so that she would not hurt him; non-Wano humans were so small and fragile and prone to infection. And as she continued, sliding up to her first knuckle, his insides fluttered around her finger, making little squelching sounds as strands of her slick dripped out of his hole.
She pressed in further, less than halfway to the second knuckle as he finally let out a stuttering moan, feeling the widening stretch of his hole. This was her favourite part of it, really, the feeling of his tight hot walls milking her pinky, watching his balls tighten whether in fear or pleasure as she pushed her way deeper into the velvety heat.
When she had buried herself to his limit, the tip of her finger nudging the special spot in him that made him spasm in pleasure, his rim clenching helplessly around her second knuckle, a single glimmering tear slid down his flushed cheeks. She cooed at him, catching it with the thumb of her unoccupied hand, and her tongue darted out to lick the tiny droplet of salt. He let out a choked sob of pleasure at the touch, his blue eyes already rolled back.
"You're so sweet, my pet." She leaned in to press a soft kiss on him, her lipstick leaving a little rouge on his face. With the tip of her pinky, she resumed her work, applying an undulating pressure to his prostate so that he bucked and jerked around her, his mouth open in helpless pleasure. Then she worked her finger in and out of him a little more, watching her slick begin to froth around his rim in delicate bubbles, before she saw with amusement that a rivulet of clear fluid had begun to leak down the head of his swollen cock.
"So delicious for me, sweetling. But I'm not milking you today," she said. She drew her finger out slowly, watching how the pink muscle clung to the tip of her pinky in a delicate kiss. A gossamer strand of slick linked them as she pulled away further, before it finally broke under its own delicate weight.
"Instead, I have a little treat for you." At her words, a servant appeared with the root on a lacquered tray. It was carved beautifully, the length of it a bright pale yellow in the candlelight, the hilt left unpeeled so that the irritating juices would not stain her fingers. She pinched the root carefully; it was small in her hands but certainly sizeable for Sanji.
Black Maria lifted it to his nose and waved it slightly, watched his eyes flutter open at the smell, sharp and sweet against the damp musk that covered him. "You must know what this is," she said. "It is a common ingredient, not only in Wano."
"G-ginger," he gasped. He still looked confused; there was no dawning realisation just yet.
"Yes, pet. Truly a good little cook." She had heard tales of his skills from as far away as Totto Land, but the only cooking he'd done since he had arrived in her pleasure hall was warming her guests' cocks. Nor did she have plans to change this, for Kaido's chefs pleased her well enough.
Sanji's hole was still pouting at her, a swollen pretty pink and drooling a little more slick from the lax muscle. Like a hungry little mouth, ready to be fed. And feed it she would; she had made sure she had gotten the best ginger, the freshest in the market.
She brought the root down, positioning it between his legs. "Your hole looks so eager to suckle," she teased.
"No, you—you can't—" he bleated, the horror now clear on his face. He renewed his struggle, tugging at his sticky bonds and kicking out with those long slim legs, writhing his narrow waist. But it was futile, and she waited patiently until he had tired himself out before she lifted him slightly, and let the tip of her tongue brush against the hard length of his cock. Perhaps she shouldn't have rewarded his little temper tantrum, but he really did look so delicious with the fresh wave of misery that came with another flush of tears. And his dick had softened a little, perhaps from fear, and now it was not quite the erection it had been earlier.
At the warm wet touch, he moaned and turned his head to the side, his face damp against the cradle of her palm. But the side that revealed his eye was turned to her, the blue gaze fascinated as he followed the trace of her tongue against his little cock, and she was satisfied when she could taste a dribble of salt from him, the length now hard and bobbing proudly again. Then she pulled away to adjust the webbing a little, so that his four limbs were stretched out and he could not hide from her.
She wanted her view to be perfect, after all.