On the deck of the sloop, Darian was stunned. He stared at Carol, his heart dropping into his stomach.
Little girl, Darian thought, what are you doing? Are you trying to get me killed?
Smoker's ash-gray face twisted into a mask of pure fury. He glared fiercely at Darian, who was desperately trying to pretend nothing was wrong.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Smoker's roar echoed across the entire dock, drawing the attention of every Marine and civilian in the area.
Darian froze, but the sloop was already catching the wind, slowly drifting away from the pier.
"Tashigi!" Smoker barked, not taking his eyes off the masked man. "Take command of the fleet! Provide immediate support! I'm bringing him in now."
"Yes, Captain Smoker!" Tashigi replied with a crisp salute, drawing her sword.
Seeing the sudden hostility, Carol belatedly realized her mistake. She slapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. Smoker shot her a brief, annoyed glare—he wished he had told her that 'Hakumen' was actually the wanted criminal, the White Emperor.
As Smoker prepared to launch himself at the ship, Carol reached out to grab his coat to stop him. But Smoker decisively activated his Devil Fruit powers. His lower body turned into a cloud of thick, billowing smoke, leaving Carol grasping at empty air.
With a roar, Smoker launched himself off the pier like a rocket, his smoke-legs propelling him across the water directly toward the sloop. On the docks, Tashigi rallied the Marines, and the local fleet immediately began mobilizing.
Watching the "White Hunter" fly toward him, leaving a trail of exhaust in his wake, Darian felt a chill run down his spine.
He didn't know Haki yet. How the hell was he supposed to fight a Logia user?!
Feigning absolute composure, Darian called out, "No need for such an enthusiastic send-off, Captain Smoker! We can find our own way out!"
To Smoker, Darian's attempt at casual banter was a massive insult.
"Drop the act, Hakumen!" Smoker roared, closing the distance rapidly. "You're the White Emperor, Darian! If you're not, take off the mask!"
"I can't," Darian replied smoothly. "I'm too good-looking. It's a hazard to navigation."
Damn it! Darian panicked internally. Smoker was closing in fast.
In the early stages of the Grand Line—before Armament Haki became common knowledge—Logia users were virtually invincible. They were immune to physical attacks and most elemental damage.
Darian had to think fast. He didn't know if this would work, but he had to try. He stood at the stern of the boat, hands casually behind his back, waiting for Smoker to approach.
The mask hid Darian's panic. Seeing him standing there so calmly, Smoker actually hesitated for a fraction of a second, wondering if he was walking into a trap.
But Smoker wasn't one to back down. He drew his Seastone-tipped jitte from his back and lunged at Darian.
Smoker knew Darian was a Devil Fruit user. He planned to use the Seastone to drain Darian's strength and subdue him in a single blow.
Smoker thrust the jitte straight at Darian's chest.
Just as the Seastone tip was about to make contact, Darian moved.
"Heavenly Path: Gear Boost - Second Gear!"
VMMM!
His speed, power, and electrical output multiplied tenfold instantly.
People are often most careless when they think they've already won. Smoker had committed fully to the thrust. With his tenfold speed, Darian easily sidestepped the jitte.
Darian pulled his right fist back, blue-white electricity violently crackling around his arm.
"Asura Path: Lightning Crash Fist!"
BOOM!
A deafening roar of thunder echoed across the water.
Smoker reacted on instinct, transforming his upper torso into smoke to let the physical punch pass through him harmlessly.
But he forgot about the lightning.
The Smoke-Smoke Fruit turns the user's body into airborne particulate matter. Lightning, carrying millions of volts, instantly ionized the air—and the smoke molecules within it.
Just as magma burns fire, Darian's lightning ionized and disrupted Smoker's smoke form.
The high-voltage current surged through the smoke, violently shocking Smoker as he reformed into a human. The Marine Captain convulsed, his eyes rolling back as the electricity paralyzed his nervous system.
Darian didn't hold back. He couldn't afford to.
As Smoker materialized, completely paralyzed and smoking slightly from the voltage, Darian delivered a swift, hard kick to his chest.
SPLASH!
Smoker, a Devil Fruit user, plummeted into the ocean.
It was a dirty trick, but survival came first. If the Marines didn't fish him out quickly, the White Hunter was going to drown.
The Marine ships pursued them until nightfall, but with Nami's exceptional navigation skills and Darian providing extra wind via his vibration powers, they eventually shook them off in the darkness.
The Next Morning.
Darian stood in the crow's nest, watching the first light of dawn break over the horizon. He exhaled a long breath of fresh, salty air.
He had kept watch all night. Without an island to anchor at, someone had to stay awake to monitor the currents. He was exhausted, but the adrenaline from the escape had finally worn off.
He climbed down from the mast. It was early, and the morning sun was just starting to warm the deck.
Due to the lack of sleep and the natural biology of a healthy young man, Darian woke up with a massive, aching tent pitched in his trousers. He sighed helplessly. He needed relief, and he was going to have to bother Nami for it.
He quietly opened the cabin door.
Nami lay on her side, her back to the door. The sea air was warm, so she was dressed very lightly. A thin, white sheet covered her chest and stomach, but her lower half was completely exposed. She wore only a pair of thin, white thong panties that perfectly outlined her firm, round buttocks.
Seeing that view, Darian's problem immediately worsened. The ache intensified.
He closed the door silently, walked over to the edge of the bed, and crouched down.
He couldn't resist. He reached out, cupping one of her soft cheeks, and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the smooth skin. It was firm but yielding.
Nami, still half-asleep, felt the touch and jolted awake.
Having only recently been thoroughly "explored" by Darian, her body was incredibly sensitive to his touch.
She spun around, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. She saw Darian crouching by the bed, a lewd grin on his face.
Startled and embarrassed, Nami swung her fist and punched him in the shoulder.
"Idiot! What are you doing?!" she hissed angrily.
Darian rubbed his shoulder, completely shameless. "Nami, I missed you."
He stood up, shedding his pants in one smooth motion. His raging erection sprang free.
"See?" Darian smirked. "He missed you so much he's practically going crazy."
Nami looked at the massive, throbbing shaft. The head was flushed red, thick veins pulsing along its length. Her face instantly turned the color of a tomato.
"Shameless!" she scolded, turning her face away, though she didn't cover her eyes completely.
Darian knew she was just being shy. In these situations, he had to take the lead.
He sat on the edge of the bed, took Nami's hand, and gently wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Nami gasped softly. Her hands were slightly cool, a sharp, delightful contrast to his burning heat. She hesitated for a moment, then began to stroke him, her grip adjusting naturally.
Darian let out a long sigh of relief, his head falling back. "Ah... that's it."
Slowly, Nami turned her head back to look at him. Her face was still flushed, but she saw the intense longing and desire in his eyes.
His masculine scent filled the small cabin. It was intoxicating. Her "training" was paying off; her body reacted to his need automatically.
She bit her lip, a calculating look crossing her eyes.
"One million Berries!" she declared.
Darian almost laughed. It was her go-to excuse to lower her own inhibitions. It always felt a bit strange—like he was negotiating with a professional—but he knew she didn't actually want the money for this.
Nami leaned forward, parting her lips. She took him into her mouth, the warm, wet heat enveloping him completely.
Darian groaned, running his fingers through her short orange hair. She bobbed her head, occasionally grazing the sensitive head with her teeth and swirling her tongue around the ridge.
It felt incredible. But Darian, feeling mischievous, couldn't help but tease her.
As Nami's cheeks hollowed out with a deep suck, Darian looked down and smirked.
"Nami," he teased, his voice husky. "Can't you stop being so shy? You always shout 'One Million Berries' first. It makes me feel like I'm paying for a cheap hooker."
Nami froze.
Her eyes snapped open, glaring up at him. As clever as she was, she immediately understood the insult, even if he was just joking.
She narrowed her eyes. And then, she bit down.
Hard.
"FUCK!"
Darian shrieked, jolting backward.
Fortunately, his Human Path ability made his body as pliable and resilient as industrial silicone. Her teeth didn't pierce the skin or cause permanent damage, but the sudden, sharp pressure was an absolute shock to his system.
Startled, overstimulated, and caught completely off guard, Darian lost all control.
He erupted instantly.
Nami, who had only bitten him to teach him a lesson (knowing his silicone body could take it), wasn't prepared for the retaliation.
A massive, hot geyser shot directly into the back of her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock. The sheer volume overwhelmed her. She pulled back immediately, but it was too late.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Nami scrambled backward on the bed, gagging and coughing violently. White fluid spilled from her lips and even bubbled out of her nose. Her eyes watered as she choked on his massive release.
Darian's panic shifted from his crotch to her well-being. He quickly scrambled forward, patting her back as she hacked and wheezed.
After a solid minute of coughing, Nami finally caught her breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glaring at him with murder in her tear-filled eyes.
"You... bastard!" she rasped.
"Nami, I'm so sorry!" Darian apologized profusely, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, that was my fault! I shouldn't have said that. It was a stupid joke."
He realized he had crossed a line. Comparing her to a prostitute, even in jest, while she was giving him oral sex was incredibly degrading.
Seeing his genuine panic and apology, Nami's anger cooled slightly. She knew he was an idiot sometimes, but he hadn't meant to hurt her.
After taking a few deep breaths to clear her throat, she looked at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Are you... alright?" she asked hesitantly, gesturing to his crotch.
"I'm fine! Perfectly fine!" Darian assured her quickly.
He really was fine. The bite hadn't actually hurt; the sudden compression had just been too stimulating.
"See? Good as new," Darian said.
Nami looked down. Despite having just erupted, "Little Darian" was already standing back up, veins bulging angrily.
Nami blushed furiously. "Shameless monster!"
Darian chuckled. He wasn't going to risk asking for oral again, but he still had a lot of pent-up energy from his night watch.
He pushed Nami gently back onto the mattress, quickly stripping away the thin sheet and her panties.
He kissed her cheeks, her neck, and her delicate collarbone. He lingered on her soft breasts, teasing her nipples until she arched her back with a soft moan. He trailed kisses down her flat stomach, parting her long, white legs.
Looking at the pink, glistening entrance, Darian couldn't resist. He buried his face between her thighs, tasting her sweet juices until her thighs were trembling and her face was slick with sweat.
Nami's lingering annoyance melted away under his expert touch. By the time he moved back up, she was ready and desperate for him.
Darian positioned himself and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her warm, lubricated heat.
Nami wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist, locking them together.
With a deep groan, Darian began to move, his hips slapping against her firm thighs. The small cabin filled with the sounds of their wet friction and heavy breathing as they rode out the morning together.
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