No matter how fierce the initial resistance, under the relentless, rhythmic bombardment of Darian's "guns and cannons," all the steadfast emotional walls of the women crumbled completely.
Even though she tried her absolute best to endure the intense pleasure quietly, with each deep, splashing thrust Darian took, the ups and downs—the repeated, heavy impacts that seemed to strike straight into her soul—proved too much. Vivi tried her hardest to bear it, but breathless, high-pitched whimpers still escaped from her throat uncontrollably.
Darian looked down at Vivi, who was biting her lower lip tightly in the water. Her pretty face was flushed a deep, feverish red, her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and her big, teary eyes looked as though they were about to drip water. She couldn't help but open her red lips and exhale a fragrant, ragged breath against his neck.
Darian felt a slight pang of wicked regret at not hearing Vivi's desperate, repeated pleas for mercy echoing loudly as she had the previous night in the bedroom, but the public setting added its own thrill.
Knowing that Vivi was incredibly shy and had been trying her best to hold back her moans in front of the other women in the bathhouse, Darian's wicked sense of humor flared up; he loved to see the proud Princess lose her composure. The more Vivi tried to endure silently, the more mischievous and aggressive Darian became in his rhythm.
Young girls are delicate and light-footed. With Darian's immense arm strength, which far exceeded human limits, he lifted Vivi up by her hips in the water as easily as tossing a rag doll, holding her steady against his waist.
"Ah...!"
Before Darian could even reach out to grab Mikita and the others watching from the edges, Vivi could no longer withstand the relentless, deep impacts. After letting out a sharp, high-pitched scream that echoed off the marble tiles, her whole body tensed up like a bowstring. A massive surge of scalding heat flowed out from her core into the bathwater, and after trembling violently against his chest a few times, she went completely limp in his arms.
"Is the Princess really that sensitive?" Darian chuckled darkly.
Making soft, exhausted "uh-uh" sounds, Vivi slumped forward. Looking at Vivi, who was clinging to him like a lump of compliant mud, Darian shook his head, speaking to the room at large. "If it weren't for my hands firmly supporting her shapely buttocks right now, she would have already slipped beneath the water, completely unable to hold on to me."
He said that to tease her, but Darian knew exactly why. Vivi had just tasted the forbidden fruit the night before and had been subjected to his absolute dominance all night long. It would be strange if her body wasn't incredibly sensitive and exhausted today.
Lifting up Vivi's pert buttocks slightly, with a soft, wet plop, he finally pulled her off his rigid member. With the obstruction gone, her slick stream gushed out into the soapy water.
"Mmm..." Vivi groaned weakly, her eyes rolling back.
Seeing that Vivi was utterly exhausted, Darian knew that this was her physical limit for the afternoon. He did not push her any further. After all, there were still several other beautiful women waiting in the steaming room for him to enjoy.
Darian scanned his remaining "prey" with an aggressive, hungry gaze, while the women looked back at him with a complex mixture of intense shyness, arousal, and nervous embarrassment.
A massive, mixed-gender "Silver Party" is something many ambitious men dream of, but in reality, when faced with so many beautiful, naked women gathered in one room, it's genuinely hard to know exactly where to start—there simply aren't enough "weapons" to go around simultaneously! It's an overwhelming abundance to handle.
The most shy and terrified ones were undoubtedly Carmen the Chef and Marianne. Marianne's head was almost submerged entirely in the bubbles, hiding, and Darian was genuinely a little afraid that the girl would accidentally drown herself out of sheer embarrassment.
"Mikita, come over here and help Vivi out of the water," Darian ordered.
"Yes... yes, Captain!"
Following Darian's orders, Mikita—who had previously grabbed Carmen's arm to prevent the chef from escaping the bathhouse in a panic—looked at Darian. Although her cheeks were burning with shyness, she released Carmen and waded through the water toward him to take the limp Princess.
Darian was quite satisfied with the two former female pirates, Mikita and Alvida. They knew shame, but they also strictly obeyed their Captain's orders, which was the absolute, unwritten rule of the pirate world. They would do whatever Darian said.
As soon as Mikita let go of her arm, Carmen panicked and tried to scramble up the slick tiles to run away, but Darian quickly stretched out his elongated silicone arm and grabbed her by the ankle.
"Ah! Captain... no, please!"
Caught firmly by Darian, Carmen cried out in a mix of genuine fear and intense shame.
With a strong pull from Darian, Carmen lost her footing entirely. Completely defenseless, she slid backward down the tiles and was pulled directly into Darian's waiting arms in the water.
"Hehe! Carmen, you should know by now that crew members who dare to disobey the Captain's explicit orders will be severely punished," Darian said smoothly, pulling her back against his chest.
As he spoke, Darian reached around and ripped open the small bath towel Carmen had been clutching desperately to her chest.
With a loud, startled cry from Carmen, a pair of enormous, perfectly firm white rabbits leaped out from the fabric, bouncing wildly with her panicked movements.
Feeling the chill of the air on her exposed chest, Carmen pleaded again, blushing furiously. "Captain, I said no!"
Looking at her deeply blushing face and her pitiful, trembling appearance, Darian was absolutely not about to let her off so easily.
"What did you say? You said no?" Darian scoffed, tracing a finger down her spine. "They say you women are all talk and no action. When you struggle like this, it just means you secretly want it more."
As he spoke, Darian reached his hand down beneath the water and forcefully spread his fingers through her neat, red habit, where her slick stream of arousal was already flowing freely despite her verbal protests.
Pulling his hand out of the water and wiping his wet fingers right in front of Carmen's face, Darian grinned mischievously. "My dear Head Chef, you're being very naughty! You're already completely soaked like this, and you still have the nerve to say no? What if the rest of the crew finds out and blames me, your Captain, for severely neglecting your needs?"
"You're... you're talking complete nonsense!"
The Head Chef blushed a deep crimson with intense embarrassment at Darian's shamelessly crude remark and, unusually for her, retorted angrily, trying to swat his hand away.
"Hahaha!"
Carmen's feeble, flustered resistance only emboldened Darian's predatory instincts further.
On this pirate ship, the Head Chef was probably the least physically capable person in terms of combat; it was absolutely impossible for her to resist Darian's superhuman strength.
Darian effortlessly picked Carmen up out of the water and threw her onto the flat, tiled edge of the bathtub. Despite Carmen's frantic, feeble resistance and kicking, Darian pinned her down and forcibly spread her legs wide apart.
A heavy stream babbled through her valley, and the red grassland had long been submerged into a slick swamp, yet the moisture continued to seep out of her mountain spring under his intense gaze.
Darian's burning, predatory gaze made Carmen so deeply embarrassed that she tried to cover her center with her hands, turning her head away, but it was no use. Darian gently pinned her wrists.
Grabbing Carmen's slender waist with both hands, he dragged her hips slightly over the edge of the pool, leaving her snow-white, pert buttocks hanging invitingly in the air. Then, Darian grabbed her two long legs and hoisted them up, resting her knees on his broad shoulders to create a perfect, open angle.
Standing in the water, Darian lowered his hips and began aggressively bombarding the slick spring in her valley once again.
After their intense late-night "snack" on the ship's deck days ago, this was the second time that Darian had tasted Carmen's delicious, fiery passion. To be honest, as she was the Head Chef who prepared all his meals, Darian felt a little guilty that he couldn't often find the time to enjoy Carmen's "cooking" like this.
Her internal structure was incredible. Needless to say, she was incredibly firm. But unlike Vivi's smooth, delicate interior, Carmen, while not quite as soft, was very thick and textured, ribbed with tight layers that gripped him fiercely.
She had initially resisted out of public modesty, but the overwhelming feeling of being stretched and pierced completely through once again rendered her utterly powerless to fight back. Her moans quickly replaced her protests.
Under the relentless, pounding bombardment of Darian's hips, the massive snow-capped mountains on her chest began to tremble violently. Darian had to reach out and firmly grab the heavy snow peaks with his hands to prevent them from bouncing too wildly out of control.
Watching Darian acting like a ravenous beast in heat from the other side of the tub, Paula felt a flicker of genuine worry about her immediate future. She looked at Alvida, who was soaking calmly beside her, and asked in a low whisper, "Is he... is he always like this on the ship?"
When Paula asked her question, Alvida didn't know what to say for a moment. After thinking for a while, she replied dryly, "Well, it's our first time doing a group bath like this! But considering his stamina... yeah, you'll probably have to get used to it quickly."
As he unleashed his full firepower into Carmen, driving her to the edge of delirium, Darian roared over his shoulder at the two observing pirates. "Alvida! Bring Paula over here and get her ready!"
"Looks like you're his next target, Doublefinger," Alvida said with a wicked, amused grin, grabbing Paula's arm.
At this moment, Paula felt a spike of terrifying anticipation.
Female pirates are great! Darian thought enthusiastically. Unlike ordinary, sheltered girls like Nami, Vivi, and Carmen, who needed Darian to constantly coax, tease, and emotionally comfort them, pirate women simply took orders and endured the intensity.
Having experienced Vivi's innocent softness, and then heavily savoring the tight, gripping layers and thickness of Carmen, Darian felt his own limits approaching. Amidst the raging, soaking floods of Carmen's multiple climaxes, Darian felt his overheated "cannon" being entirely drenched by her floodwaters. With a deep, hissing groan as her internal muscles clamped down hard, he also fired his heavy ammunition deep inside her, trying to block the oncoming torrent of her water with his own.
As the violent physical tremors of their shared climax receded, the frantic splashing in the pool gradually subsided.
With a loud pop, the heavy artillery fire blocking the dam was finally withdrawn. The floodgate, which had been violently forced open and stretched by the assault, could not be closed for a long time. Turbid, slick floodwater and thick white droplets continued to slowly flow out from Carmen onto the tiles.
Artillery is like that; if the trigger malfunctions from overstimulation, it will fire uncontrollably. But if the cannon gets stuck, or if the battle takes too long to launch the final volley, that's also a serious logistical problem.
After aggressively sending Nami, Vivi, and now Carmen over the edge to their absolute peaks, the grueling campaign against Darian had also significantly depleted several batches of his stockpiled "ammunition" for the day.
However, the Outer Path Devil Fruit granted Darian extremely strong, supernatural physical regenerative abilities. And as his "Dual Cultivation" deepened and he absorbed their energies, his stamina and rapid recovery grew stronger and stronger. In a matter of minutes, he would be ready again.
"Look, Captain. I've got her all prepared for you!"
Looking at the smug, helpful Alvida, Darian couldn't help but chuckle and wipe the sweat from his nose.
Paula was already positioned on the slick tiles to the side. Alvida had arranged her legs spread wide apart, practically completely exposing her flawless, mature center, waiting nervously for Darian to enter her.
Paula's face was quite incredibly alluring, flushed with nervous heat, and her long blue wavy hair clinging to her wet skin gave her a wild, untamed look.
Needless to say, her figure was absolutely stunning. She possessed impossibly magnificent breasts and a waist so supernaturally slender it seemed like it could snap with a sudden, violent movement. She was truly a rare, exotic beauty, radiating the dangerous allure of a mature woman at all times.
Most importantly, Paula gave Darian a highly seductive, experienced charm—like that of a high-end brothel owner who knew exactly how to please a man.
When Darian's large, calloused hand crawled up Paula's long, wet legs, the deadly female assassin trembled slightly under his touch, but she was obedient. Faced with an overwhelmingly strong monster like Darian, she knew she was truly, entirely at his absolute mercy.
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