As a user of the Kilo-Kilo Fruit, Mikita's center of gravity was incredibly stable. But with the impact of wave after wave of intense, battering pleasure, the tingling, electric-like sensation flooding her nervous system made Mikita feel seasick and dizzy.
She often got motion sickness on land, but she had never gotten seasick. This was entirely new territory.
Creak! Creak!
The sturdy wooden bed groaned loudly under their combined weight as Darian and Mikita entwined and collided passionately in the dim light of the cabin.
Darian caressed Mikita's pair of towering, snow-capped peaks, thrusting his hips forcefully. Her plump, firm buttocks absorbed each of his heavy impacts, creating rippling waves of flesh, and the wet, rhythmic sound of clapping echoed incessantly through the small room.
Mikita hugged Darian's neck tightly. If he hadn't covered her lips with his own, her high-pitched, desperate moans would have easily echoed throughout the entire sloop, waking everyone.
With a series of heavy, splashing sounds, her slick juices sprayed everywhere, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Her internal anatomy was truly exceptional. With a tight, gourd-like structure, varying in width layer upon layer, she gripped him relentlessly. Every time Darian crossed the narrowest point of that slick, boiling riverbed, he felt goosebumps erupt across his skin.
After a long while, Mikita once again hugged Darian's neck with both hands, wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist to anchor him, and curled her cute toes in absolute ecstasy.
Darian felt a sudden, scalding surge of heat wash over him; this was the third time Mikita had erupted around him in the span of thirty minutes.
Having gone several days without his "Dual Cultivation," the highly sensitized Darian could no longer hold back. He began his final, brutal assault, deciding to burst forth all at once.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The intense physical stimulation and her rapidly skyrocketing heartbeat caused Mikita's mind to shut down completely. She let out a desperate whimper.
But with Darian's mouth swallowing her cries, she could only roll her eyes back in her head and whine into his tongue.
Holding Mikita's violently trembling body tight against him, the gushing spring water in her valley washed over him. Darian let out a guttural groan and finally erupted in heavy, trembling bursts, filling her to the absolute brim.
After feeling that the woman in his arms had stopped convulsing and moving, Darian slowly released her lips.
Mikita lay on the bed like a ragdoll. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth hung wide open, and a thin trail of drool dripped from the corner of her lips. If it weren't for the rapid, heavy rise and fall of her chest, one would have thought she had actually died from the pleasure.
Her fair, delicate body was covered in the flushed marks of their rough encounter. Looking down at her breasts, which were covered in his handprints and light bite marks, Darian briefly wondered if he had gone too far.
He let out a long, heavy sigh of relief, falling back onto his elbows.
I definitely went a bit crazy, Darian thought, wiping the sweat from his brow. It had only been four days since I last did it with Carmen, and I was already unable to control myself. If I went ten days or half a month without a woman, wouldn't my Devil Fruit literally drive me insane?
Although Mikita's fair body was covered with marks, she was fine. As a superhuman Devil Fruit user and a trained assassin, her physical resilience and recovery abilities were vastly superior to those of ordinary people. She would be walking fine by morning.
He slowly withdrew from inside her. She was still gripping him so tightly that it made a loud pop sound, like pulling a stubborn oak cork from a wine bottle.
The tight, gourd-shaped structure of her anatomy gave Darian a final, exquisite jolt of friction as he pulled out.
With the blockage gone, the babbling stream—mixed with a heavy volume of white fluid and a few faint red droplets—gushed out from her swollen, unclosable valley, drawing a messy map directly onto the already soaked bedsheets.
After cultivating with Mikita, Darian sat up on the edge of the bed. He immediately felt that the dormant power of his Devil Fruit had shifted.
Not only had his baseline physical strength improved slightly, but Darian suddenly felt a strange, new sensation regarding his own mass. He felt that he could consciously control his own weight.
The ability to control one's own weight was the primary power of the Kilo-Kilo Fruit.
As Darian circulated the newfound energy gained through the Dual Cultivation, he focused his will. He felt the soft mattress beneath him sink significantly deeper. He could feel his mass roughly double in an instant, making him feel incredibly dense and heavy.
Then, he focused on reversing the effect. Darian suddenly felt incredibly light, almost buoyant, and the bedsprings creaked back up to their normal position.
Although he could currently only double or halve his weight—a far cry from Mikita's ability to go from one kilogram to ten thousand kilos—Darian's breathing became heavy with excitement.
He realized that he could actually copy a fraction of a woman's Devil Fruit ability through his Dual Cultivation (Outer Path).
Although the stolen power was currently very weak, Darian firmly believed that as long as they continued to cultivate together over time, the copied abilities would become stronger and more refined.
Earlier that night on the deck, Darian had been quite sad when he realized that his base sub-abilities—like Vibration and Electricity—didn't seem to naturally improve alongside his physical strength.
Now, he saw hope. If I could somehow feed the Tremor-Tremor Fruit or the Rumble-Rumble Fruit to a woman in my crew, and then cultivate with her... my abilities would skyrocket.
Fueled by this exciting revelation, and the lingering effects of the demonic fruit, Darian's member—which had been hanging softly—straightened right back up to full, rigid attention.
Darian's own natural abilities included a frictionless "Lubrication" effect similar to the Smooth-Smooth Fruit. Thinking of that, Darian's gaze involuntarily turned toward the closed cabin door.
In the darkness of the narrow corridor, Alvida sat at a small wooden table with a glass of red wine.
Wearing only her string bikini, Alvida sat with her long legs crossed, occasionally taking a nervous sip of wine. She tried to appear very calm, pretending to gaze out a nearby porthole, as if she didn't care at all about the violent, erotic commotion happening just a few feet away.
But her slightly bouncing leg, her disordered breathing, and her frequent, wide-eyed glances toward the closed door indicated that she was anything but at peace. She was terrified, aroused, and incredibly restless.
When Mikita's high-pitched whimpering and the loud, wet slapping sounds of Darian's relentless thrusting finally ended, Alvida couldn't help but breathe a long, shaky sigh of relief.
But before she could even catch her breath, she heard heavy footsteps approaching from within.
The doorknob turned. A dark, imposing silhouette was revealed by the faint lamplight shining from inside the room. Darian, completely naked and sporting a massive, rigid erection, walked out into the hall with a terrifyingly dominant air.
In the dim light, Darian spotted Alvida sitting at the table instantly.
Seeing Darian emerge looking like a conquering beast, Alvida tried to maintain her pride. She forced a scoff. "Useless girl. I didn't expect the assassin to be so weak after only a short while."
But she only managed to glance at Darian's intense, glowing eyes once before she hastily averted her gaze, her cheeks burning.
Who was Darian? He wasn't fooled by her bravado. He could clearly hear the slight tremor in Alvida's voice.
Walking over, Darian made no attempt to hide his presence or his arousal. He stepped right up to the table, stopping just inches from where she sat. His imposing, rock-hard spear was pointed directly at eye level with Alvida's face.
Darian looked down at her, his voice dripping with arrogant authority. "You've been clinging to me and following my ship for weeks now, Alvida. It's time to pay the captain's toll."
Looking at the massive, angry weapon hovering just inches from her nose, and then up at Darian's arrogant, demanding face, Alvida felt a flash of indignation.
"What, you just finished with that little blonde girl, and now you want to play with me immediately?" Alvida retorted, gripping her wine glass tightly. "Do you think I'm a cheap prostitute?"
Darian had absolutely no gentleness or romantic patience reserved for Alvida. In his eyes, despite her current beauty, she was a former tyrant and a weapon of mass destruction. She only respected power.
Darian stepped forward, closing the final inch, and pressed the hot, heavy head of his spear directly against her smooth cheek.
Possessing a similar frictionless ability, Darian found that the feeling of Alvida's supernaturally smooth skin against his most sensitive flesh—combined with his own degrading, dominant behavior—brought him a massive surge of dark pleasure.
This hyper-domineering action sent a burning sensation from Alvida's face straight to her brain. The musky, slightly pungent aroma of male arousal and sex filled her nose, making her dizzy.
Although Alvida was somewhat annoyed by the sheer disrespect, she didn't dare do anything to push Darian away.
Putting aside the fact that Darian could easily kill her with a single punch, the primary reason she had insisted on boarding the ship was because she lusted after his power and his looks. It was just that Darian had taken Mikita first, and was now treating her like an afterthought, which bruised her massive ego.
"You're not a prostitute," Darian said coldly, his hands resting on his hips. "But as a crew member on a pirate ship, it's your duty to satisfy the captain."
As he spoke, Darian reached down and effortlessly snapped the thin strings of her bikini top. The fabric fell away, and two huge, incredibly soft mounds sprang out. Darian reached out and grabbed one of the heavy breasts, squeezing it roughly.
Alvida gasped, merely glancing up at Darian with a hint of humiliation at his crude actions, but she didn't stop him.
After kneading the soft flesh, Darian pinched the sensitive, rosy peak. After listening to an hour of intense sex through the thin door, her nipples were already rock hard.
It had to be said that, due to the Smooth-Smooth Fruit, Alvida's skin was almost impossibly slippery. Darian felt as if he were holding a lump of oiled, perfectly warm silk.
As Darian kneaded and squeezed, Alvida's breathing became much heavier, her eyes fluttering shut.
Grabbing Alvida's wrist, Darian pulled her up from the chair and led her back toward the cabin.
Alvida resisted for a brief second, pulling back slightly. But Darian didn't stop, simply saying, "Don't wake up the others in the galley, Alvida. Or you'll be thrown off the boat into the Grand Line."
Faced with that threat, Alvida obediently let Darian pull her into the room.
Although it was somewhat humiliating at first to be ordered around like a subordinate, she was a female pirate! She adapted to the reality of power quickly.
Once inside the room, and seeing the naked, exhausted Mikita still passed out on the sheets, Alvida immediately clung to Darian, her competitive nature flaring up. She wanted to prove she was better.
It was a striking visual. Alvida, who was incredibly tall, looked well over two meters in her high heels. Darian was just over 1.8 meters tall, making Alvida a full half-head taller than him.
Fortunately, once a woman is pushed onto her back on a bed, height differences vanish entirely. Furthermore, with his Human Path silicone physiology, Darian could slightly adjust his proportions and stretch his muscles; there was no woman he could not handle.
Unlike with Mikita, there was absolutely no foreplay. When Darian tore off the tiny bikini bottoms—the only piece of cloth that remained—he found that Alvida was already completely soaked and ready.
With her two incredibly long, fair legs spread wide apart, Darian pressed his heavy body down onto her.
Assuming Alvida was highly experienced given her age and history as a pirate captain, Darian entered her very roughly, seeking friction. It was only after he abruptly broke through a tight, unyielding layer of tissue that he realized the shocking truth.
The terrifying, tyrannical female pirate beneath him had been completely inexperienced. She was a virgin.
I guess looking like a troll for most of her life kept the suitors away, Darian thought briefly, not pausing his rhythm.
I don't know if it's because of the Smooth-Smooth Fruit, but Alvida's internal valley was also supernaturally smooth. Furthermore, her anatomy was different; she possessed the delicate, fluttering "White Butterfly" type, not Nami's neat "White Tiger" shape.
With Darian's own lubrication ability, clearing the tight river channel was easy, and there was no problem with painful blockage despite his rough entry. However, in order to truly experience the unique differences of her body, Darian refrained from using his Devil Fruit to numb the friction.
Abilities like vibration and electric shock were fine for arousal and torture, but to use them for normal stimulation was excessive and unnecessary. Raw, physical connection was better.
However, as soon as he fully entered her, Darian sensed a bizarre change.
Both of their bodies began to radiate a faint, white aura, as if the powers of their respective Devil Fruits were resonating with each other.
Because their abilities were so similar—both related to friction and smoothness—the resonance amplified the physical sensations. Darian felt an extreme, mind-melting softness and slipperiness that almost made him, an incredibly enduring man, explode prematurely.
He had to grit his teeth and focus entirely on his stamina to avoid a humiliating quick finish.
After a fierce, prolonged attack that left the arrogant Alvida utterly defeated, weeping, and begging for mercy, Darian decided to escalate the scenario.
He reached over, grabbed the unconscious Mikita, and lifted her onto Alvida's body.
The two women were pressed together, embracing in a tangle of limbs, while Darian positioned himself on top. He was enjoying a pirate-themed "human sandwich."
Darian had an absolute blast, releasing all the pent-up, animalistic desires from the past few days in a wild frenzy.
Even though they tried to keep their voices down, the heavy, rhythmic thudding against the floorboards and the stifled, overlapping moans ensured that a few people on the boat were still kept wide awake.
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