The sky slowly brightened. Outside the sloop, the sea was calm, the gentle waves slapping against the wooden hull with a rhythmic, rushing sound.
But inside the cabin, a storm raged.
Darian was relentless. His hips slammed forcefully against Nami, stirring up waves of soft flesh. He moved like a warrior riding a wild mare, galloping freely on the bed. With each rise and fall of his hips, he thrust, pounded, and ground violently into her depths.
Holding Nami tightly against his chest, Darian wished he could merge his entire being into her.
Nami was completely overwhelmed. Her eyes had rolled back, her tongue lolling out in a classic ahegao expression of pure, mind-breaking pleasure. Yet, despite her delirious state, her long, fair legs remained instinctively locked around Darian's waist, pulling him deeper.
The pent-up tension of the past two days, combined with the adrenaline of the fight and their narrow escape from Smoker, had left Darian with an overwhelming urge to release. Nami was already pushed beyond her endurance, but he showed no sign of stopping.
It was already broad daylight.
Darian had erupted inside her several times already. After each climax, he would give Nami a few minutes to catch her breath, but his enhanced Devil Fruit stamina allowed him to recover almost instantly, and he would begin a new round of thrusting.
Under the intoxicating pressure of Nami's tight, wet embrace, Darian found himself climaxing roughly every thirty minutes. But for Nami, those thirty minutes felt like an eternity of continuous, relentless bombardment.
Her own regenerative abilities—boosted passively by his "Dual Cultivation"—allowed her to hold on during the first few waves. But eventually, her defenses crumbled.
Darian pounded into her plump, round buttocks. The women in this world truly had amazing figures. Barely an adult, Nami was fully developed, her shapely curves perfectly absorbing his impact.
But this was far beyond her limit.
After several consecutive bursts, Darian's muddled, lust-filled mind finally began to clear. He looked down at Nami's dazed, blissed-out expression, and felt the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine once again.
His breathing grew heavier. The loud, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the small cabin.
Just as Darian was about to tip over the edge, he felt Nami's internal muscles tremble and tighten violently around him. A gush of warm fluid washed over his shaft as she orgasmed again.
The intense stimulation of her climax pushed Darian over the edge. He held her tight, groaning loudly as he unleashed his final, massive payload deep into her womb.
Even in her unconscious, blissed-out state, Nami's toes curled.
With his ammunition finally exhausted and his pent-up stress drained away, Darian collapsed to the side, panting heavily.
After a few minutes, he rolled over and pulled Nami's limp body into his arms.
He looked at her flushed face. She had fainted from sheer overstimulation. He gently stroked her smooth back, his mind beginning to wander.
Is it the Devil Fruit? Darian wondered. He felt his sexual desires growing stronger by the day, almost matching the growth of his physical abilities.
Devil Fruits were known to have side effects. Magellan's Venom-Venom Fruit made him spend half his day on the toilet. Darian's Outer Path seemed to be amplifying his libido to superhuman levels. In his ecstasy, he had completely ignored Nami's desperate, tearful pleas for mercy earlier in the morning.
I need to find another woman to share the burden, Darian concluded logically. Otherwise, I'm literally going to fuck Nami to death.
Of course, Darian would never admit out loud that his desire to build a harem was purely a physical necessity to protect his navigator's life.
For Nami, it felt like she was a small boat, bobbing up and down on a turbulent sea under a blazing sun. She felt entirely dehydrated, her body completely drained of fluid and energy.
In a daze, she slowly opened her eyes. The room was spinning.
She saw the wooden ceiling of the cabin. She glanced to her side and saw Darian lying next to her, holding her close.
"Am I dead?" Nami murmured, her voice hoarse.
Hearing her weak voice, Darian felt a twinge of guilt. He really had knocked her out again.
"What do you mean 'dead'?" Darian chuckled softly. "You just fainted from happiness."
It took a moment for Nami's exhausted brain to process his words. When she remembered the absolute depravity of the morning, and saw the smug, mischievous grin on his face, she felt a surge of embarrassment.
She weakly punched his chest. "You... bastard!"
Her punch had absolutely no force behind it. It was more like a kitten pawing at him.
Seeing her blushing face, Darian didn't pull away. Instead, his hand drifted down to cup one of her soft breasts, kneading it gently.
Feeling her smooth skin, the beast inside Darian immediately perked up again. Nami felt a hard, hot length press against her lower abdomen.
Her eyes widened in absolute terror. "Darian, no! I seriously can't take it anymore!"
Seeing her genuine panic, Darian smiled warmly and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry. I'm done. I wouldn't actually hurt you."
Looking at his lingering erection, Nami didn't entirely believe him, but she was too exhausted to move away. She leaned her head against his chest, looking incredibly docile.
Resting together in the afterglow was peaceful. But after a few minutes, Nami touched her lower stomach.
She sighed, looking up at him with worried eyes. "You always do it inside... What if I get pregnant?"
Darian smiled casually. "If you get pregnant, we'll have the baby! What's there to be afraid of? Ideally, it would be a cute little girl. Boys are too much trouble."
In his past life, an unexpected pregnancy would have caused him endless anxiety. But now? He had power. He had strength. He could afford to protect and raise a whole football team of kids if he wanted to.
Unlike men, women always carried the heavier burden of that worry. But seeing Darian's nonchalant attitude and his genuine willingness to be a father, Nami breathed a long sigh of relief. The anxiety melted away.
She closed her eyes, exhausted, and drifted back to sleep to regain her strength.
Darian carefully slid out of bed. He looked down at the mattress. The sheets were completely soaked through.
Women really are made of water, Darian sighed. And Nami was relatively restrained compared to Nojiko, who was practically a firehose when she climaxed.
Darian used his absorption ability to instantly clean and dry the sheets, drawing out the sweat, fluids, and moisture. He pulled a clean, dry blanket over the sleeping Nami.
He stepped out of the cabin, carrying the old blanket to air it out in the sun.
As he hung it over the railing, Darian thought about his progression.
The "Dual Cultivation" benefited both parties, but Darian clearly received the lion's share of the power. Through his sessions with Nami, Kaya, and Nojiko, his base physical attributes had skyrocketed past normal human limits. His Devil Fruit was also developing rapidly. He had unlocked Gear Second, and he felt Gear Third wasn't far off.
However, to his slight disappointment, his sub-abilities—like Vibration and Lightning—didn't seem to have received the same exponential permanent buffs.
My core ability is the Dual Cultivation (Outer Path), Darian realized. The other 'Paths'—the vibrations, the electricity, the lubrication—are secondary. They were designed as erotic enhancements, not primary combat powers.
He had fantasized about developing his vibrations to rival Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit, or his lightning to match Enel's Rumble-Rumble Fruit. But it seemed those powers had a hard ceiling unless he was actively using a multiplier like Gear Second.
The sun was high now. Darian had been up all night fleeing the Marines, and then had a marathon morning session. Even with his stamina, he was starting to feel the physical strain.
He didn't go to sleep, however. He went to the kitchen.
Darian could passively absorb solar energy to replenish his stamina, but Nami couldn't. She had lost a massive amount of fluids and calories. She desperately needed real nutrition.
In the galley, Darian cooked a pot of rice and prepared a few simple, hearty dishes using the supplies they had bought in Cocoyasi.
By the time the food was ready, it was nearly ten o'clock.
Darian looked at the spread. It smelled delicious, but he frowned. His repertoire of recipes was limited to bachelor survival food.
Facing the harsh realities of the sea, a balanced, high-quality diet was crucial for maintaining their strength and health. He knew Nami would eventually get tired of eating the exact same three dishes.
When we get to Loguetown, Darian decided, I need to find us a highly skilled female chef.
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