First time rq kinda nervous! I saw you included Enel in your villain compilation and got so excited ‘coz there’s a lot of potential with the god complex and everything! I was thinking something along the lines of taking his most loyal worshipper (fem reader) with him in the arc and assigning her with new duties if you get what i mean
Tysm in advance <333 I loved your interpretation so feel free to include whatever kinks
Most Devoted Worshiper - Enel
Fandom: One Piece
Featured character: Enel x fem Skypiean reader
Description: Your worship of Skypiea’s god has not gone unnoticed. The god may have other uses for you, since you’re so eager. A/N Forgive me for taking so long anon! Here’s your guy with a god complex~
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2400
WARNINGS: | usual sex stuff | his hand makes a pretty necklace~ | bj m receiving | heavily dominant enel | religious triggers | manipulation and unhealthy relationship (with sweet aspects, dw) | threats and fear | talk of exhibitionism | sir, master, my lord, ect used | good girl, pet, little worshipper | reader is implied to be a virgin | it’s been a while since i saw Skypeia, so I forget his vocal mannerisms. if it’s too off, i’ll fix it - let me know! |
Once upon a time, you lived a small life on the cloud islands of Skypiea. You took good care of your wings, and your aging grandfather. You helped your father’s old friends run their bakery. Just like you had since Birka had fallen out of the sky.
And every evening since then, you’d gone to the temple. Growing up you’d never heard much about Ganfall, but Enel? He captured your imagination and fears like nothing else ever had.
The place of worship was primarily one for tribute. The officials that hosted these places were not ones to engage with the worshippers much. But you pushed them, always asking about the new god.
Every week, the attendants would ask Enel some question that you had posed to them. They scoffed and tried to avoid bringing it up much, but you were such a faithful worshipper, so keen on knowing her new god.
And no matter how much they wanted to be annoyed with you, there was something magnetising about you that made it impossible to hate you.
Enel finally asked about you, and their reply intrigued him.
And so, one evening, you went to the temple as usual, your paltry tribute of a single coin in hand. Just enough to keep the officials from turning you away.
But the crowds were different this time. Enough to catch your attention. No one was around as you climbed the stairs.
As the glow of the sunset ignited the tops of the clouds in burning gold, a single figure was present in the temple. Lounging on the altar tribute box was a man with an otherworldly aura.
Your feet carried you forward slowly, entranced. As your mind processed, you realised that the ring around his shoulders could mean only one thing.
“So. You’re the curious little worshipper I’ve been hearing so much about, mm?”
He stood, and you sank down to your knees on instinct. “Enel…”
Looking down his nose at you, he crossed his arms. “Why should I not smite you right now?” Crouching a bit, he smirked. “You’re so curious how my lightning works. I could show you,” he taunted.
Something in the back of your mind told you to bow lower, but you were frozen, captivated by him.
Enel looked into your face, eyes scanning over your features. As you stared into his eyes, he scoffed, flickers of white and blue briefly overtaking his irises. “Shameless…” he muttered.
You finally drop your head at that.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me, why do you want to know so much about me?” he asked, standing and stretching. “It’s rude to pry, you know. I am a god. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Your eyes flick up to him again. “You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to know everything about you?”
He sat on the edge of the tribute box again. “What, you want special treatment? Forget it.”
“No sir… I would love to serve you as an attendant, though…”
His answer was quick, his eyes narrowing and voice dropping dangerously. “No. I already have plenty of attendants. What else can you offer? Your tributes have been disappointing. Give me proper worship or only your ashes will leave this place.”
With his leg propped carelessly on the edge of the altar, his loose pants were stretched wide. Your brief intrusive thought was caught immediately, and he laughed.
“Oh? Ha. Sure, I’ll offer you that.” Your eyes widened as he began untying his waistband. “If your worship is sufficient, I’ll let you live.”
Only frozen shock kept your mouth from falling open as he dropped the fabric with a rustle that seemed deafening in the empty hall. He smirked at my nervousness. “What? Frightened by my size or are you a virgin?”
He walked forward and grabbed your chin. “Oh? This will be fun then.” Threading his fingers into your hair, he pulled you closer to him. Your nose bumped his softened length, a shock of light curls at eye level - just above a gold cock band attached to a chain around his hips. “Go on, please your god.”
Your shaking hands went to his muscular thighs to brace yourself, and you leaned forward to place a worshipful kiss on his lower belly.
He froze. Something about the action was so… affectionate. “That… feels weird. Get to it already, worshipper,” he snapped.
Swallowing nervously, you start kissing and nuzzling his cock, gripping his thighs as your tongue shyly darts out to swirl around his tip.
“Hurry up,” he threatened, tightening his hold on your hair. He pushed the soft tip into your mouth just as you groaned at the sharp tug. “Mm. Go on.”
You start sucking, running your tongue over the sensitive velvet skin. Watching your degradation and clumsy but eager efforts slowly begins to arouse him. His length hardened, and thickened. He canted his hips forward lazily as the blood traveled downward, smirking as your already sore jaw had to open wider.
When your eyes glanced up to him, he smiled wickedly and shoved his length into your throat. You choked and gagged, trying to figure out how to breathe, how to pleasure him.
The situation was utterly surreal. Your idol, your god, had you on your knees and was using you for his pleasure. Your prayers had been heard, and this was your answer.
In a heady swirl of musk and elation, you tried your best to take him as he fucked your throat. Tears streamed down your face, adding to the salty wetness in your mouth.
He grunted and sighed in pleasure. “Open your dress,” he ordered.
Hastily, clumsily, you hurried to obey, unbuttoning the top half and letting it slide down your arms.
You whimpered as he tugged your hair and pushed you further down his length, choking and gagging as he took his pleasure, pulling out halfway through his finish to let the pearly ropes fall onto your now bared chest.
Enel caught his breath briefly while you choked and struggled to compose yourself, smirking. “So clumsy. That won’t do, you know. Do you intend to serve your god properly or not?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes, of course. I-I’m sorry. Tell me how to atone, my lord.”
His expression shifted. Leaning down, he wrapped a hand around your throat, hauling you to your feet and bringing you across the hall to the altar. He lifted you onto it effortlessly, tugging your dress off entirely and carelessly tossing aside your panties and bra.
“You’re not going to back out, are you?” His eyes were dark and menacing, but lacking the cruelty one might have expected.
You shook your head, shyly spreading your legs.
“Good.” He looked down and chuckled low in his throat. “Look how soaked you are? You really do like your god, don’t you? Even when he’s mean to you, hm?” Taking your throat again, he watched your face as you replied.
“Yes, master Enel. This is a dream to meet you. To see you. To touch you. I am not worthy.”
“You’re right. You’re not. But I will be magnanimous and accept your offering anyway.” Tsking his tongue as he stepped closer, his now fully hard cock sliding up your thigh, he sighed. “Shame you’re so small. Fine. Can’t have you tearing.”
When his fingers spread your folds, your hands flew up to his shoulders. He shot you a deadly glare, but didn’t scold you as he sank two long fingers into your drenched heat.
He wasted no time in pleasuring you, merely working you open enough to be able to take him. Even so, your hips bucked, and desperate keens escaped you.
“Sorry…” you muttered, apologising for the sound.
“No. Scream for me. Let this whole wretched place hear me torment you.” His breath was hot on your face as he lifted your chin with his thumb - his hand still around your throat.
Enel watched you fall apart on his fingers, moaning and crying out as he added a third. The sound it made was obscene, your body offering little resistance to his intrusion.
You nearly wailed when he pulled them out. His eyes leaving yours to align himself.
“My lord…” you keened, a prayer and plea of every kind.
“Hush. Please your god, little worshipper. See if your curiosity is satisfied with this.
A whine ripped through you as you watched his thick tip begin pushing inside, spreading your folds wide around him. You then looked into his eyes, wincing and gasping as his fat length bullied its way into you.
He hissed and squeezed your throat harder, moaning when you whimpered and choked. “That’s it. Shake and cry for me.”
He permitted you to hold onto his shoulders - for dear life - as he split you open on top of the altar. The sinking sun was quickly casting the place into shadow as he plunged in deeper with every thrust.
Releasing your throat, he shoved you back to lay flat, lifting your hips. He slapped your clit punishingly when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist. “Wait for your orders, pet.”
“Yes my lord,” you panted.
He lifted your thighs wide and tugged your hips close so he could sink every inch of his intimidating length into you. All the way down to the gold ring at his base. You both moaned when he bottomed out. “Writhing already?” he taunted with lidded eyes.
A scream ripped from your throat when he pulled out and sank back in the first time. He was ruthless, merciless as he had his way with you, making you take every inch into your soaked sex over and over.
Even the guards he’d posted at the temple’s entrance shifted uneasily at your screams and wails echoing off the stone.
Your hands scrambled for some purchase on the carved stone box, finding little as your naked body became sheened in sweat, glistening beneath him.
“Now this is how to worship your god,” he growled. “Squeeze harder, girl.”
When you complied, he groaned - and you came. Hard. He smirked wickedly and pounded you fiercely to draw it out. Your back arched dramatically as galaxies exploded behind your eyes. “Master! Enel… my god!”
“That’s it, pray to me.” His rhythm faltered as he hurtled to his own finish. He pulled you up by your throat again and kissed you as he viciously pounded you, stuffing you full of cum.
Tears streamed down your face as you cradled his in your shaking hands, returning his kiss with as much emotion as you could muster.
He shoved in deep once more, but quickly fell still. His kiss slowed, his mind reeling at your touch. Then he deepened it, plundering your mouth with his tongue, his earrings brushing your shoulders.
Pulling back at last, both of you panting hard, he stared into your blissed out face. Your crying intensified. Wiping away your tears, you tried to summon your scratchy voice. “Forgive me. I just can’t believe you let me have this. You’re even more incredible than I ever imagined.”
But what you said next sealed your fate forever.
“Have I… made you happy, my lord?”
“Happy?” he echoed dryly, incredulous. “I think you mean, did you please me.”
“Oh, well, that too.”
Enel hesitated, then stepped back. His cock slipped free, leaving your tight walls gaping and throbbing, leaking a torrent of hot cum down the side of the altar. You arched your back and bit your finger to hold back another moan at the sensation.
Leaning back on the stone, your skin slick with sweat, hair mussed, chest heaving… he swallowed hard.
“Pick those up,” he ordered absently, pointing to his pants on the ground.
You struggled to get off, and he huffed in annoyance. With one arm, he lifted you down. Your legs shook and inadvertently leaned into him.
“I said to pick it up, not make me hold you up.”
“Please forgive me, sir.” Breathless still, you let yourself fall to your knees and picked up his harem pants. Helping him into them, you tied them at his waist, making sure the waistband didn’t snag on the gold chain.
Looking down at you, he ran his fingers into your hair again. Considering you in silence for a minute, his hold softened. He pet your hair instead.
“You did well, little worshipper. Up.”
You tried to get up, and he picked you up, carrying you in one arm. He left the temple without another word.
“Master Enel? Where are we going?”
“My abode. Obviously.”
“But my clothes…”
“Forget them. You’ll be fitted for robes fitting your attendant role.”
Your heart leapt. “Truly? ..What about my grandfather?”
“Take care of it later.”
As you began the trip back to his holy realm, you fell silent, sinking against his chest as exhaustion washed over you.
And so you were ushered to the attendant’s temple and fitted for robes.
Enel kept you in his quarters for days, testing the absolute limits of your endurance as he ravished you endlessly. It was only on the fourth day that he slowed down while folding you in half. His eyes were wide as something had just struck him.
“What is your name?”
Your eyes were practically crossed as you tried to reply.
“Mm. You make a good worshipper. I will reward you fittingly,” he promised.
And to everyone’s surprise, he did. He spoiled you, in everything from silks and food to deigning to tasks like brushing your hair and showing you around the old islands.
He wasn’t possessive. No one would dare try to take you from him anyway. And he knew you were faithful to your god. But he did deck you in gold bands and collars for fun.
No one ever heard him say that he loved you. He’d always deny he had feelings for you. You just worshipped properly - not just extolling a powerful being, but working for his happiness. That was your value. Well, that and your eagerness to obey his every whim, sexual or otherwise.
He teased about fucking you in front of his attendants, in the temple in front of all your old friends and acquaintances. Buried deep inside, he whispered these threats in your ear.
“We could show them how pretty this little hole takes me in, mm? I long to make you drip all over that altar again.”
So one year later, he did. The temple was emptied, and the keepers deeply regretted answering your questions as they had to clean up after.
But you never regretted your curiosity, and neither did your god regret his.
