Every nerve in your body is on high alert. Marco never went easy on you--you never asked him to, and frankly, would be insulted if he did. Sweat drips down your forehead. A few places ache where he'd earlier managed to land powerful blunt attacks. Your arm sports a long scratch from his talons, stinging and throbbing.
A roll dodge to the left, and you feel the whoosh of air as Marco's phoenix form flies past you. The heat from the flames makes you blink, but you waste no time in recovering, knowing by the sound of his flapping wings that he was curving a tight turn to come back around for a second try at knocking you down.
You ready the staff in your hands, planting your feet and facing the rapidly-approaching mythical bird-man. At the last possible moment, you drop, shoving the sealstone-tipped end of the weapon up into Marco's chest as he passes just overhead, earning you a loud, pained grunt, and a momentary slip of his full Zoan form.
You straighten, turning just in time to see him recover from his fall to the deck, back in human form. He's frowning in concentration, panting from the hit to his chest and the sudden change in form. He, too, is swift to gain his bearings, and closes the distance between you in an instant.
It's a hard-fought battle to keep him at a reasonable distance for you to properly use your weapon. The staff was not the ideal weapon for close combat, a fact Marco knew as well, and was using to his advantage as best he could.
It's a tense battle, back and forth attempts to disarm and incapacitate between you. The flurry of attacks and feints and dodges is quickly draining you. You knew if you had a chance at beating the division commander, you needed to end things quickly. In matters of endurance, the man's regenerative properties always persevered.
In a moment of risk, Marco manages to knock the weapon straight out of your hands. It clattered to the wood floor a few feet away, and in a searing flash of light, Marco changed into his half hybrid form. He flapped his wings to give him height, and before you could roll out of the way to avoid what you knew was coming, one of his talons pushed you straight in the chest.
You fell to the training room's floor with a groan, out of breath and in slight pain. The half-phoenix form Marco pressed his weight onto you, keeping you on the ground in a signal that he had won and the round was over.
But with boiling blood, you tried rising up to throw him off. All you managed to do was force him to use his other talon to press you back down to the ground by your neck.
The grip wasn't tight. It was more meant as a warning that the fighting was done, and to stop trying to fight back when he wasn't expecting it, but the pressure of his talon, alongside the adrenaline coursing through you made you gasp aloud. The tail end of the sound turned into a breathy moan, completely without warning.
Being completely at his mercy, the feeling of his strength and the sharpness of his talons right against your neck's pulse point...it was more erotic than you'd ever imagined it could be.
The moment the noise left your lips, you're embarrassed. You can't look at him, mortified by the noise you'd made.
Marco freezes above you, gaze locked on your face as he pants with exertion. He blinks, as if he can't believe what he's just heard. His expression is one of shock, but slowly, you see it shift to a look of...thoughtfulness, as he glance between your face and where he'd pressed against your neck. You can't tell what he's now thinking about with this new discovery.
He slowly eases up off of you, his talon disappearing in a flame of blue, before morphing back into his full human form. The weight from your chest and neck lets up, and then he's holding out his hand to help you up from the floor.
"Good job today, Y/N. You're improving very quickly."
"Thanks." You don't have the mental stamina or pride to respond with much more in that moment. You can feel your heart still beating hard in your chest, and the tingling of where his talon had been pressed into your neck. You tried not to let it show how you were still thinking about it.
He glances at you a moment, before giving you a grin, and gesturing to the door. "Why don't we get cleaned up and then get something to eat? Training is hungry work, yoi."
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The shower was supposed to calm you. Really, it was. But your mind kept replaying that moment back in the training room, with Marco's talon pressed to your neck and the weight of his body keeping you pinned beneath him. The memory made you squirm in place as the hot water bathed your sweaty skin.
Your thighs rub together, water streaming down from above. You toyed with the idea of using your hand to tide you over this unexpected fetish of yours, but you'd come to the disappointing realization that it simply wouldn't be the same. You could pretend to squeeze your own throat, but it lacked the strength and the simulated danger that Marco's talons had possessed.
Your mouth is pressed into a thin line. It's with supreme self-control and the knowledge that someone in the crew was awake and probably in hearing distance of the showers kept you quiet. You'd never live it down if someone were to hear you giving into the temptation to pleasure yourself in the showers. Marco least of all.
If you could make it to tonight, then perhaps you could rendezvous with him to take care of your horny thoughts in a way that will actually solve your restless lust.
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After spending all day distracted with the sinful thoughts in your head, you retreat to your room for the night. Dinner was difficult, and you could barely look at Marco throughout it all. Judging by the grin he'd flashed you on a few occasions, he knew exactly what was causing you such strife. Damn him.
You pace the length of your room, debating how long to wait before you seek out Marco and relieve all of your pent-up frustration. You're certain he wouldn't mind. He never did when you showed up to his room in the middle of the night, or even at odd times. But this time, you felt more shame than you ever had admitting how much you wanted-
A knock makes you freeze, and you stare at the wooden door to your room. You take a steadying breath, unsure of who it might be, and go to open it.
You're both shocked and unsurprised to see Marco standing there, eyes almost immediately falling to your lips. His are twisted up in a knowing smile. "Mind letting me in?" He asks in a husky whisper. The roughness is unexpected, yet so sexy to your yearning ears.
Without a word, you open the door wider, allowing the division commander inside. He closes it behind him, locking it with a loud and promising click.
"Can't stop thinking about earlier." He admits, closing the distance between you. The intensity of his gaze on your lips makes you swallow. Oh, dear.
"Me neither." You say. His slow and steady advance had you walking backwards towards your bed. "I...didn't expect for it to feel so good."
"The talon or the pressure?" He muttered curiously.
You hesitate, but only a moment. "Both."
You hear him huff a tiny laugh, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. You feel him bring his hand up, gently laying his fingers on the exposed skin of your neck. "That little noise, when I had you on the ground-"
"Mmm..." You can't help humming as you closed your eyes, feeling him tighten his grip just slightly.
"-I can't get it out of my head, yoi." Marco finishes in a whisper. You feel the bed hit the back of your legs, but he keeps pushing until you're laying flat on your back. "I want to hear you do it again."
You open your mouth just as he leans down to kiss you, silencing any further words you might have to say. Not that they mattered now. You would have ordered him to make you gasp and moan until you're breathless anyway.
Your legs wrap around his waist as he devours you, the passion only feeding your yearning heart. Had he been as pent up as you, all day long? While you had resisted the urge, had he caved to his feelings in the shower? Perhaps he'd stroked himself to the sound of your gasp, head pressed to the wall, doing all he could to muffle his groans?
Your hands desperately reach for his clothing, wanting him undressed as soon as possible. You, too, have too many layers of clothing on. You needed to feel him against you, feel the rapid beat of his heart and the warmth of his skin.
"You're impatient today, Y/N." Marco says as you relieve him of his shirt with almost-shaking hands.
"You can't blame me." You say, snatching a stray kiss or two while you busy yourself with taking off his pants next. "I've been wanting this since training this morning."
His laugh is amused and low within his chest. "Why not come to me sooner?"
"...was too embarrassed."
"Don't be...I'll make you feel good however you wish." Was his whispered promise, lifting your own shirt from your body and tossing it behind him to land on the floor.
With both of you fully naked, Marco picks you up by your thighs and scoots you closer to the center of the bed, giving him room to hover above you and steal more kisses from your lips. You moan your satisfaction, scraping your nails against his chest.
You're nearly smothered by his superior height, by the way he looms above you, so powerful and in charge. His large hand takes hold of one of your breasts, knead and molding it. His curious ears listen for every hitch in your breath as he does so. He's attentive. He's keen on making you feel good. You're in the expert hands of a skilled lover.
You buck your hips into his other hand as it slides down to your wet entrance. He cups your sex, and you pull away from the kiss to whine for more. Your head presses back into the sheets.
"Marco..." You plead, fingers clenching on his bicep when he swirls his fingers around your clit. The nerves send electrifying shocks through your body, jolting the muscles in your legs.
"Yes, love?"
"I want..." You pause, half distracted from the pleasure he's still giving you down below, and because you're still uncertain if he'll grant your request. In the end, you decide to ask anyway, your need too great. "I want...the talons."
"Mmm, you liked that, didn't you?" Marco muses, smiling against your neck as he recalls the training from earlier that day. "If it makes you make those noises from before..."
You gasp and blink as Marco's feet are set ablaze with blue flames, his toes morphing to talons in an instant. The sight makes your cry throb with need, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to look at his phoenix form the same way again.
One latches onto your shin, pressing your leg up and back onto the bed. The other grips your ankle, stretching your legs wide and opening your entrance to him. Marco leans up, gently pressing his hand around your throat.
"How do you want it?" He asks in a husky whisper, looking barely able to contain himself as he presses his erect cock to your entrance. Your hips thrust upwards, so desperately wanting him inside.
"Rough! Rough, please..." You beg unashamedly. "I just need you inside, Marco."
The lewd confession makes him groan, before he pushes into your waiting folds, stretching you wide with his hot girth. With your legs immobile and stretch wide apart, you can feel every inch as he fills you. It's euphoric, the sensation of finally having him take you like you'd been fantasizing all day long.
Just as you asked, he's rough. The hand on your throat is tight, but never squeezes to the point that you can't breathe. You're the loudest you ever remember being. Overwhelmed by the domination he exerts in this position, his talons holding you exactly where he wants you as he fucks you relentlessly, you're powerless to keep quiet with your loud and encouraging moans.
The bed creaks with every thrust of his hips, the wet slaps as his cock hits you as deep as he'll go resounding over even that. The warmth of his flaming legs makes the sweaty activity even hotter. You're practically melting, both from lust and the high temperature.
It's enough to stimulate, but not burn. You're certain you've never had sex this intense before.
His pace increases as your cries grow more wound up. The higher your pitch grew, the faster he fucked into you. You could barely understand what he was muttering beside you, his voice too low and riddled with groans of his own to understand. You think you hear your name several times somewhere in the mix. The sound of it on his lips, in the throes of lust, is nearly enough to send you over the edge.
The talons tighten their grip on your legs, stretching your muscles that would no doubt be sore by morning a little further. The slight change in angle has his cock grazing your clit. Each thrust is a shock straight to your cunt, and your legs twitch, growing closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.
Hearing his deep groan as he finds release, and the way his fingers squeeze at your throat just that little bit more sends you cascading. You push yourself against him as he ruts deep inside.
Fully spent, his talons release you from their grip, and the blue flames of his Zoan form disperse. Marco collapses beside you, pulling you close despite how hot and sweaty you've both become. You reach for your neck, feeling the phantom pressure from where he'd squeezed.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks quietly, hand coming up to move yours aside. He inspects your neck with the skill of a doctor and the concern of a lover. Gentle, yet insistent. "Sorry if I squeezed too hard, yoi."
"No, it was exactly what I wanted." You say with a smile. "And even if it did, I know you'll heal it afterwards."
He gave a nod, before his lips quirked up in a smile. "So...care to tell me why you kept this little kink of yours quiet?"
You pull the comforter above your face, but you still hear his teasing laugh. You'd never hear the end of this.
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