"Woman, you aren't joking, are you?" His voice held a forced lightness, a teasing tone to mask the sudden chill in his gut.
"You can't make casual jokes about your husband's life. Who will take care of your happiness and pleasure if I die? After all, you've been a virgin for more than eight hundred years before you met such a dashing and powerful husband who conquered your body and gave you endless pleasure."
Imu just looked at him with disdain, her cold eyes holding an unreadable depth.
She didn't reply.
He continued, his grip on her waist tightening.
"Aren't we already the strongest in the world? Who could harm us?"
"Not me. Only you." Her lips pursed. "As long as I remain in Marijoa, I am invincible. I am Immortal. The Throne protects me. Unlike you, who goes everywhere sticking your dick in every hole."
She stood up, her movement graceful, as if she were floating rather than stepping. She intended to leave.
"Hey." Lakeman grabbed her hand, his fingers wrapping around her slender wrist.
He pulled her back onto his lap, her body settling against him with a soft thud. "At least tell me who could kill me before leaving."
"Not telling."
Her reply was cold, nonchalant. A dismissive flick of her eyes.
It angered him.
A flash of irritation crossed his face, hot and immediate.
He pulled her onto the bed, lying above her, pinning her beneath him. Her wrist was still in his grip, her other hand resting on the silk sheets. Their faces were close again, but now the dynamic had shifted.
"Woman," he said, his voice dropping to a growl, "it seems you have forgotten your man's power. I have decided to teach you again how mighty I am."
Imu's expression didn't change, but her eyes glinted with something—challenge, perhaps, or anticipation.
Lakeman didn't wait for her consent. He was enraged by her attitude, by her secrets, by the implied threat.
'Damn Bitch. I would fuck you senseless for a whole month, and during that month, my dormant system would upgrade, evolve, and become stronger. As for dangers and other things, they could talk after a month,' he thought angrily.
He sent a telepathic message, swift and clear, to Stussy and Shakky.
"Handle all World Government affairs. Do not disturb me for a month. The other girls must focus on their training."
He received immediate, silent acknowledgments.
"Yes, Master."
Then he focused on the room.
His power unfolded, invisible but absolute.
Multiple barriers layered over the space—soundproof, impact-proof, explosion-proof, earthquake-proof, space-time proof. He had woven them with a care he rarely employed.
These preparations were necessary. When two demi-god-level beings forgot their limits in a month of absolute fuck-fest, the collateral could erase islands.
He didn't want to emerge and find Sabaody Archipelago—and its neighboring islands—destroyed beyond recognition.
With the barriers set, he turned his attention back to Imu.
She lay beneath him, her nearly transparent skin glowing against the black silk. Her dream-like eyes watched him, holding that unreadable depth.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a conquest, a claim.
His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her—ancient, potent, unique. She responded, her own tongue meeting his, a dance of equals that quickly turned into a battle for dominance.
His hands tore at her robe, not with the savage ripping he'd used on Shakky, but with a deliberate, powerful shredding. The fabric fell away like petals, exposing her body.
It was a body beyond mortal beauty. Every curve was perfect, every line drawn by a divine hand. Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, her hips an elegant swell. Her skin was smooth, flawless, holding a luminescence that made her seem carved from moonlight.
He kissed her neck again, biting this time, leaving a mark that wouldn't fade easily.
"Mmm"
She gasped, a soft sound that betrayed her usual ice.
"You hide secrets from me," he growled against her skin and bit on it. "You speak of threats but won't name them. You think you can dismiss me?"
"I think," she whispered, her voice finally holding a tremor, "that you are reckless. That your lust will blind you."
"Then let my lust blind me now."
He moved between her legs, his cock hardening again, thicker, more insistent than before. He positioned himself at her pussy entrance, which was already slick, already welcoming.
She was a virgin for eight hundred years before him, but he had conquered her long ago. Her body knew him now, and responded to him with an eager, wet heat.
He thrust forward. His cock was fully sheathed in the tightness and warmth of her velvety royal pussy
"Aahh"
Her back arched, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second as a soft moan escaped her lips. Then they narrowed, focused, meeting his gaze with equal intensity.
He began to move.
Pah.
Pah.
"Oohh"
"Is that all?" Imu mocked him as she moaned.
His teeth sank into her tits, devouring them with ferocity as his cock plowed her heavenly cunt, which was giving him the best pleasure in life yet again.
Pah.
Pah.
"Aahh"
"Mhhh"
Squelch–
No one could even hold a candle to her divine body and the pleasure it provides.
Hancock, Lily, Robin, Stussy, Shakky, Mirana, Makino,, etc and many other queens and princesses who were all thoroughly enjoyed and ravaged by him couldn't hold a candle to Imu's cunt, her tits, her skin, it's all so addictive.
If it wasn't for his demigod-level power and will, then he might even become her slave, lost in the pleasure of her heavenly body.
The first hours were a reclamation, a re-establishment of dominance.
He fucked her with a pace that was punishing, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth biting her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach.
She met each thrust with a roll of her hips, her pelvis lifting to take him deeper, never to be outdone by him.
Pah.
Pah.
"Ggrrr.."
"You are mine," he grunted, driving his cock into her pussy, again. "My woman. My queen. My slut. But you still keep secrets from me."
"Ohhh! I keep secrets," she gasped, "to protect you."
"Protect me by telling me."
"Not yet."
He slapped her thigh, not with the brutality he used on Shakky, but with a firm, resonant crack. Her skin, nearly transparent, bloomed with a faint red mark.
"Then I will fuck you until you tell me."
"You will fuck me," she said, her voice regaining some of its icy control, "because you desire me. Not because of secrets."
He laughed, a dark, hungry sound.
"Both."
He shifted position, pulling her onto him, her body straddling his.
She sat on his cock, her back straight, her hair flowing around her like a void waterfall.
She moved with a hypnotic grace, her hips rolling in a rhythm that matched his, her inner walls gripping his cock with a pressure that felt like a divine embrace.
Her ass ripples and bounces as she rides his cock like a queen.
Pah.
Pah.
Her heavenly tits with rosy buds, adorned with bite marks, also bounced along, providing him a grand cock hardening spectacle.
"Mmhhm"
"You are strong," she murmured, her hands resting on his chest. "But strength is not everything. There are things in this world that do not care for strength."
"What things?"
"Not telling."
He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, his fingers digging into the divine flesh. "Then I will keep fucking you."
"Ooohh"
"I expect you to."
The days blurred.
Lakeman lost track of time within the barriers.
The room became a world of its own, a space of sweat, scent, and relentless coupling.
Imu matched him in every way. Her body, though seemingly delicate, held a stamina that mirrored his. She took him in every position, on every surface of the room—the bed, the floor, against the wall.
He fucked her pussy until she screamed, her cries echoing within the soundproof barriers.
He took her asshole, stretching it with his girth, filling it until she shuddered with overstimulation.
He used her mouth, her throat, driving into her until she gagged, then swallowed him deeper than anyone.
She, in turn, used her own power. Her eyes sometimes glowed, and her body would shift, adapting to his size, to his pace, becoming tighter or slicker at her will.
She bit him back, her teeth leaving marks on his shoulders, his chest. She scratched him, her nails drawing lines of red across his back.
They were equals in this, too.
Between the fucking, there were moments of stillness. They lay tangled, his cock still inside her, her body wrapped around him. They talked, but not of threats or secrets.
But every time he asked about the danger, she diverted.
"Not yet."
He fucked her again.
He pinned her against the wall, her body suspended by his grip, his cock driving into her from behind.
Pah.
Pah.
"Ahhh."
She gasped, her forehead pressing against the stone.
"Tell me."
"No."
He lifted her, turned her, laid her on the floor, and entered her cunt again.
The cycle repeated—fucking, questioning, diversion, more fucking.
His system was upgraded during this time. He was growing stronger again as his life level evolved, but only a tiny bit, slowly but surely.
Imu felt it too.
"You are growing," she murmured one day, her lips against his ear as he moved his cock inside her asshole. "Your essence is… purifying."
"Because of you." Lakeman joked as he continued pounding her asshole, which was already overflowing with his cum, filled multiple times by now.
"Because of this." She rolled her hips, taking his cock deeper. "The union of our powers. It forces evolution."
"Then fuck more."
They did.
The month stretched, but within the barriers, time was irrelevant. They existed in a loop of pleasure, power, and silent conflict.
Lakeman's frustration grew, but it fueled his passion. He fucked her with a rage that was also worship, a punishment that was also adoration.
On what might have been the last day—he couldn't be sure—he held her against the bed, his body covering hers, his cock buried in her pussy, which was overflowing.
They were both slick with sweat, both breathing heavily, both marked with bites and scratches.
"The month is ending," he said, his voice rough from use. Tell me now."
"Zunesha awaits your arrival," she finally whispered, her eyes fixing on his.
He stared at her, the massive, ancient war elephant that stalked the New World, the creature that carried the weight of the world's fate.
"Zunesha? Isn't that thing a weakling that can be killed at will" Lakeman demanded, his breath catching in his throat.
Lakeman pulled back sharply, his cock slick and throbbing in her tight, warm cunt.
"That elephant is demigod level, about to reach god level of power, and it awaits its master."
Lakeman stared at her, a cold fury replacing the lust in his eyes, and he drove himself into her with a final, punishing force.
"I command what I desire!" he roared, grabbing her throat and pulling her face close to his, his cock hammering deep into her womb.
"You command nothing that I do not allow, husband," Imu spat back, her own hands gripping his neck with iron strength.
his cock slammed against her cervix, a sound like a cannon shot in the pressurized air.
"You will learn your place," Lakeman snarled, his entire frame trembling with the force of his declaration.
He erupted inside her one last time, flooding her womb with his cum.
"Now," Imu breathed against his mouth, her eyes glowing with renewed power, "we go to war."
Pah
Pah
Lakeman withdrew with a violent pop, his massive cock dripping ruin onto her immaculate stomach.
"Get dressed," he commanded, throwing a shimmering, black garment at her. "And leave Sabaody."
The black silk settled over Imu's form, seeming to absorb the light in the room.
Lakeman stood, his own clothes materializing around his waist, his massive cock throbbing, fully engorged once more despite the month of relentless use.
He surveyed the reinforced room, satisfied that the destruction remained contained within the magical shell.
"Stussy, Shakky, summon the others. Prepare for immediate departure."
The air in the room snapped, taut with command and anticipation.
To impel down.--
"My new power demands a proper introduction to the world," Lakeman declared, his voice a low thunder in the enchanted silence.
Imu gave him another complex look, then vanished, going back to Marijoa, after all, she had already warned him.
And she also had her fill of pleasure and debauchery, which will keep her satisfied for a while.
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