"Aahhh, Master"
He shifted his bites, moving to her collarbone, her shoulder, leaving a trail of red and purple marks across her skin. Each bite was a claim, a brand.
"You belong to me, my fuck toy," he growled against her neck. "Every part of you."
"Yes… yes…"
Her words dissolved into panting, into gasps. Her hips moved against his instinctively, meeting his thrusts, amplifying the impact. Her flesh ripples with each thrust.
Pah.
Smack.
His hand left her breast and swung down, cracking against the side of her ass. The sound was sharp, a slap that left an instant red bloom on her bronze skin.
"Ahh!"
He slapped her again, then returned to pounding.
Pah.
Pah.
Smack.
Pah.
This continued for nearly an hour.
Shakky's cries became hoarse, her body trembling with overstimulation, but she never begged him to stop. Her eyes stayed locked on his, filled with devotion, with surrender.
Lakeman felt the surge building again, that deep, primal pressure at the base of his spine.
"Take it. bitch."
He thrust deeper, harder, holding himself inside her as his balls tightened.
"Take it all in."
"Aahh"
He erupted inside her with a roar of pleasure.
A hot, thick flood of cum poured into her womb, filling her, stretching her. Shakky shuddered, her back arching off the table, her fingers clawing at the wood.
"Ahhh… Master…"
He held still, pumping until the last drop emptied into her.
Then he withdrew, his cock slick with her juices and his own seed.
Still unsatisfied.
He grabbed her shoulders, turning her around on the table. Her breasts pressed against the cold wood, her ass raised in the air for him.
The skin of her buttocks was already marked with red slap marks, but now it was offered, vulnerable.
"Ready for another round of punishment, my slut?"
He didn't wait for her reply.
He lined his wet, still-hard cock against her tight asshole.
She gasped, a sharp intake of breath.
"Ahhh—"
He thrust forward, a brutal, conquering invasion.
Her asshole resisted for a fraction of a second—tight, untrained for this girth—then yielded, stretching around his cock with a painful, exquisite tear.
He filled her completely, burying himself in her deepest channel.
"Master…!"
Her voice was a mix of pain and ecstasy, her body trembling as she accommodated him.
He began to move.
Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
"Oooihh… master…"
Smack.
Pah pah.
The sound of his cock driving into her puckered hole echoed relentlessly as Lakeman pounded her raw.
Smack.
Pah pah.
His hand swept down, gripping her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against his hips as he slammed into her, filling her ravaged depths again and again.
"Oooihh… master…"
Pah pah pah.
Smack.
Pah pah.
Her well-toned warrior's ass rippled with every thrust as his cock filled her.
Debauchery continued as he pounded her relentlessly, his cock continuously dominating her tender, puckered hole. At the same time, her pale white ass was marked with numerous red and purple slap marks as he fucked and slapped her ass.
Each thrust was a rough, grinding slide, her asshole stretching further, growing slick with a mixture of juices. Her cries became muffled against the table, her face pressed to the wood.
"Oooihh… Masteerrr…"
Smack.
His hand cracked against her ass again, the slap echoing through the hall. A fresh red mark blossomed beside the older ones.
Pah.
Pah.
Smack.
He fucked her and slapped her in alternating rhythm, his cock a relentless conqueror in her back passage, his hand a marking tool on her skin.
"Oooihh… Master…"
Smack.
Pah. Pah.
Smack.
He continuously pounded her asshole while drowning in overwhelming pleasure.
"Ooohh"
Pah.
Pah.
"Aahhh."
Her moans of pain and pleasure along with sounds of flesh smacking against each other seems like celestial music to his ear, fueling his lust and satisfaction of conquest further.
The maids watched, their faces flushed, their breaths shallow. They didn't move, didn't speak, just observed as their master dominated his consort.
Shakky's body became a canvas of possession. Bite marks on her neck and breasts. Slap marks across her ass and thighs. The internal marks of his cock in both her holes.
Pah.
"Ahhh!"
Smack.
"More…"
He pounded her for another hour, his pace unyielding, his stamina infinite. Her asshole stretched, conformed, eventually welcoming his thrusts with hungry pulses of its own.
When the final surge came, he held her hips tight, driving deep, and emptied himself into her again.
"Mmhhh"
"The hole is loose now, but it will be virgin tight again next time," Lakeman observed, his voice flat.
Maids rushed forward, wiping the table clean of the pooling white discharge.
A thick, copious load flooded her back channel, filling it until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping onto the table.
He withdrew with a wet pop, his cock slick with a mixture of his cum and her juices from both holes.
She lay panting, her body spent, her asshole leaking his seed onto the wood.
But it was still hard.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up from the table.
"Open your mouth, whore."
Her cherry lips parted instantly.
He shoved his still-hard cock, glossy with the aftermath of his ass-filling, wet with the mixture of their fluids, into her waiting maw.
"Hiss," he hissed, driving his cock past her tongue.
Her mouth was open, her lips glistening with saliva.
He shoved his cock inside.
Gawk.
She gagged, but her throat opened immediately, Life Return adapting to invasion instinctively.
He fucked her mouth with the same brutality he'd used on her other holes, his hands holding her head steady, his hips driving forward.
"Take it all, you worthless toy," Lakeman roared, biting down lightly on her jaw.
She worked frantically, swallowing the impossibly thick length, her eyes rolling back in ecstatic servitude.
Slurp.
Gawghk.
Slurp.
He used her like an onahole, a toy designed solely for his pleasure. Her mouth became a vessel, her throat a sleeve, her tongue a servant.
She took it all, her eyes glazed, her body limp except for the working of her jaw and throat.
He didn't speak. He just fucked her face, venting his lust into her until the last remnants of his energy drained into her stomach.
The sounds faded to dripping silence.
Having sensed a powerful and familiar aura in his villa through his observation haki.
Lakeman finally withdrew his swollen cock from her slack mouth.
When he finally pulled out, Shakky collapsed onto the table, unconscious.
Her body was a wreck.
Her pussy and asshole leaked thick, white cum that pooled on the wood, some already drying in thin, pearlescent streaks.
Not a single patch of her wheat-colored skin was spared—bite marks, slap marks, strangling bruises, all overlapping in a mosaic of possession.
Her face, her hair, her lips, her breasts, her stomach, her back—all were coated in the evidence of his use.
Yet her face, even in unconsciousness, held a satisfied, happy smile.
The maids moved forward, finally, their steps quiet. They began to clean her, wiping the cum from her skin with soft cloths, tending to the marks with cool balms. They worked with reverence, as if tending to a holy object.
Lakeman turned and left the dining hall without a word. His footsteps echoed down the corridor, heading toward his private chambers.
The room he entered was different from the rest of the villa.
It was bare of ornamentation, the walls a simple, smooth stone, the floor a dark marble. A single ultra-large bed stood in the center, draped in black silk.
And on that bed sat a woman.
She was breathtaking in a way that defied description.
Her skin was nearly transparent, like fine porcelain lit from within.
Her eyes were not a color but a phenomenon—ripples of shifting light, like water under a moon.
Her hair flowed around her shoulders like liquid void, dark and deep, absorbing the light around it.
She radiated an otherworldly charm, an ancient majesty that spoke of centuries of rule.
This was Imu, the hidden sovereign, the one who sat upon the Empty Throne, the ruler of the world, who had ruled the world for eight hundred years.
She watched Lakeman enter, her ripple-like eyes fixed on him, her expression unreadable.
"What brought my queen to the mortal realm?" Lakeman's voice was light, teasing.
He sat beside her on the bed, his arm wrapping around her waist. Her body was soft, but the softness held an impossible density, like coiled power beneath silk. "Did you miss your husband?"
Imu's lips, pale and perfect, curved in a faint, cold smile.
"Save your nonsense for your sluts. I thought you were going to pound that slut for a few more days."
Lakeman leaned closer, his nose brushing her neck. He inhaled her scent—old, like ancient stone and forgotten libraries, yet uniquely female. "Are you jealous?"
"Who is jealous?" She didn't move away from his embrace. Her voice remained cool, detached.
"If I could defeat you, I would have already killed you instead of sharing the world I have ruled for hundreds of years alone, with you. I chose to rule with you. I made you my king."
Her words were a dismissal, but her body didn't reject his touch.
He sucked her earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his lips kissed it.
Muaah–
Chuuu-
He trailed kisses down her neck, leaving possessive marks—not bruises, but faint impressions of his claim.
His hand tightened around her waist, pressing her back against his chest, while his other hand slid above her simple robe, finding her breast.
It was divine.
Soft like marshmallow, yet firm, the nipple responds to his touch with an immediate, electric hardening.
He kneaded it through the fabric, his fingers tracing the perfect shape.
"Mmhh." Imu let out a soft sound, the first crack in her icy demeanor. "When will you be going to the New World?"
Lakeman paused, his lips against her collarbone.
"How can you be sure I am going to the New World?" He leaned back, looking at her face. "I haven't told anyone."
She gave him a look full of disdain, as if he'd asked a foolish child's question.
"With your lustful nature, which can't keep its dick confined within its pants for a day." Her ripple-like eyes held a knowing glint.
"There are many beauties in the New World. Many of Big Mom's daughters are beautiful. And I have heard Kaido also has a beautiful daughter. With their recent provocation of you, how can you let them go unscathed?"
Lakeman laughed, a genuine, hearty sound.
"Hehe, the saying is true. A woman knows her husband best." He didn' deny her accusation. His hand continued kneading her breast, his thumb circling her nipple.
"Are you jealous, so you came from Marijoa just to say this?" He resumed kissing her neck, his lips moving lower, toward the swell of her chest. His hand slipped further into her robe, now cupping her breast fully, skin to skin.
"Mmhhm"
Her nipple was a perfect bud, responding to his touch with a flush of heat.
"Why would I be jealous of any of them?" Her voice remained haughty.
"I know only I can be your equal. The others, at most, can be your slaves, toys, lovers, maids, sluts." She tilted her head, allowing him more access to her neck.
"As for me coming here, I am here to warn you, lest you die because you can't keep your dick in your pants."
Lakeman's expression shifted.
The teasing glint in his eyes faded, replaced by a sharp, searching focus.
He stopped his hand's movement, lifted her from his lap, and turned her around to face him. Their breaths mingled, their faces inches apart.
He settled her back on his lap, but his posture had changed. The hardening cock that had been pressing against her earlier had softened, his arousal momentarily overridden by her words.
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