After a night of torrential rain, the sky cleared completely, and the weather was exceptionally fine the next morning.
In the early morning, the fresh, crisp desert air gently stirred the silk curtains, and warm sunlight streamed across the massive royal bed. Darian slowly opened his eyes, feeling completely refreshed. Like the fierce storm that had raged outside the palace walls, the previous night inside his quarters had been filled with its own chaotic, relentless wind and rain—a truly wild, unrestrained marathon of flesh.
At this moment, a sea of naked, jade-like female bodies lay sprawled in absolute exhaustion all around him. Nestled directly against his chest were two girls, enveloped in the lingering, warm, and humid musk of their shared fluids. Even after an entire night of intense, non-stop physical labor, Darian's baseline vitality was so high that his penis was already standing rock-hard and fully erect against them.
"Mmm..."
Sensing Darian's awakening, Vivi, who was leaning her head against his chest, slowly opened her big blue eyes. The moment she realized Darian was staring intently down at her, and felt the thick, throbbing friction of his hard cock pressing firmly between her sore, slick thighs, she blushed a deep crimson.
Seeing Vivi's incredibly shy, flustered expression, Darian simply smiled and ran a hand through her blue hair.
"Mr. Darian... um... do you want to go again?" Vivi asked in a hesitant, trembling whisper, her face burning with heat.
Darian knew exactly how eager her body was despite her exhaustion, but he shook his head, offering a gentle smile. "No need, Princess. You've endured enough. You should get some rest."
As he spoke, Darian gave Vivi's bare, soft buttocks a firm, playful pat, signaling her to slide off his lap. At his cue, Vivi propped her hands against his broad chest and carefully sat up. The simple motion of shifting her hips caused her sore, overstimulated vaginal muscles to twitch, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan.
With a slick, wet pop, Darian's thick length fully slid out from her wet opening as she pulled away. Vivi's gaze immediately fell upon his defined torso, marveling at his chiseled eight-pack abs. She and the entire group of women on the bed were completely drained, weak, and aching, yet Darian was still radiating boundless, aggressive energy. The sheer contrast made her heart flutter with a mix of shyness and awe.
Once Vivi stood up, Darian also sat up in the center of the bed. He looked down at the cute, flush-faced Marianne nestled in his other arm, her long eyelashes fluttering violently as she pretended to sleep. Amused by her shyness, Darian leaned down and pressed a firm kiss against her rosy cheek. Her face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, her body tensing beneath the silk sheets.
Knowing she was still incredibly inexperienced and easily overwhelmed, Darian didn't force her into anything penetrative. He merely reached down and gently cupped and stroked her small, perky breasts before letting her go. The intense, ambient aphrodisiac aura from his Outer Path had heavily affected the young woman the night prior, forcing Darian to actively relieve the burning sexual tension built up inside her. He had used an intense, relentless oral technique on her clitoris and labia until she had completely broken down, screaming and soaking his face in her fluids, completely mastering her without ever needing to split her narrow hips.
Turning his head, Darian noticed Nami lying nearby, explicitly pretending to be dead to the world. He smirked, lunged across the mattress, and instantly pinned her down, covering her mouth with a deep, invasive French kiss. Nami couldn't maintain her stubborn act for more than a second under the assault; she violently bit his tongue, forcing Darian to chucklingly let her go.
Knowing that every single woman in the room was now fully awake, Darian—who was never one to show favoritism or leave a lover unsatisfied—leaned over and gave each of them a lingering, thorough kiss on the lips before pulling on his clothes and striding out of the bedroom.
In the quiet, sunlit courtyard garden located just outside Vivi's personal quarters, Darian began his daily morning exercise routine. With every explosive punch and precise kick he threw into the air, he could distinctly feel that his baseline physical strength, speed, and durability had become significantly more formidable.
'They say following the natural order keeps you bound to mortality, while defying it turns you into a god,' Darian thought to himself, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. 'In standard martial arts cultivation, indulging in non-stop sex is supposed to drain a man's life force and ruin his body. But with my heretical Dual Cultivation path, spending the entire night burying my cock inside a harem of beautiful women only leaves me increasingly energetic, stronger, and more physically resilient.'
The only minor drawback to this rapid progression was that because this massive influx of raw power was obtained through the bedrooms rather than decades of grueling training, Darian still needed to actively practice his forms to properly master and stabilize his physical coordination.
As he moved through his paces in the garden, a silent, elegant figure quietly materialized from the shadow of a stone pillar.
"Wow. I certainly didn't expect you to be able to get out of bed, let alone exercise this morning," a dry, teasing voice called out from behind him.
Darian stopped his forms, his skin glistening with a light coat of sweat. He turned around to see Nico Robin standing there, wearing her signature cowgirl vest and a short, fringed desert skirt that showcased her long, flawless legs.
Feeling openly underestimated by her sarcasm, Darian straightened his posture and smirked arrogantly. "Are you underestimating my stamina, Robin? Come to my room tonight and you can test my true capabilities for yourself."
Robin completely ignored his lewd proposition, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips, though her tone remained bitingly sarcastic. "Just try your best not to die on top of a woman's stomach one day, Captain."
"Death? Impossible. These women are my fuel; they only make me more powerful," Darian dismissed with a wave of his hand.
Robin's brow furrowed slightly at his unrepentant, prideful attitude. She had watched him indulge his base lust with the entire crew over the past two days and had genuinely wanted to offer a rare word of caution regarding his focus, but it was clear the stubborn man wouldn't listen to her warnings at all. She decided to drop the subject entirely.
Truthfully, Robin wouldn't have bothered to seek him out in the garden if she didn't deeply suspect that Darian possessed an impossible, god-like information network. She still refused to openly admit his absurd claim from the Royal Tombs—that because she secretly harbored a physical attraction to him, his Devil Fruit allowed him to read her mind and deduce that Pluton was hidden in Wano Country.
'Does he truly know my secrets? The way he looks right through me...' Robin thought, her cool facade fracturing internally. The sudden, vivid memory of how she had been forced to secretly stimulate her own clitoris to a screaming climax the other night while listening to him violently fuck the other women down the hall flashed through her mind, causing an uncharacteristic, burning flush to creep up her elegant neck.
Sensing her brief lapse in composure, Darian smiled knowingly, which only irritated her further. Robin quickly masked her embarrassment, shifting the topic to logistics. "When are you planning to leave Alabasta?"
After thinking for a brief moment, Darian replied, "We'll set sail this evening. The civil war is completely quelled, the city is stable, and it's simply not safe to leave the Little Fish exposed and unguarded in the port of Nanohana for too long. The Marines will be looking for blood after what happened to Crocodile." He stepped closer, locking his eyes onto hers. "You're definitely coming with us, right?"
Faced with his intense, predatory gaze, Robin looked away, feigning a look of mild displeasure to hide her racing pulse. "Is it truly up to me whether I can leave your crew or not, Captain?"
No matter how dry or dismissive Robin tried to act, Darian was secretly overjoyed. If Robin had truly wanted to run away from him, he wouldn't have used brute force or chains to keep her trapped on his ship. But the fact that she was willingly choosing to board the carriage with them meant he had already won her compliance.
"Ah, there's nothing you can do about it, Robin," Darian laughed shamelessly. "You're the woman I've firmly set my sights on conquering."
Robin shot him a thoroughly irritated look before abruptly changing the subject. "How exactly did you know there was another ancient stone tablet containing Poneglyphs hidden in the inland ruins on the road to Yuba?"
Upon hearing this, Darian's eyes widened in genuine surprise, his internal monologue short-circuiting. 'Wait, there actually was a hidden Poneglyph out there in the desert?'
"You're serious?" Darian asked aloud.
"Completely serious," Robin nodded, studying his shocked reaction with deep suspicion.
Seeing her slightly travel-worn clothes and the sand on her boots, Darian deduced the truth. "You didn't spend the entirety of yesterday scouting the open desert just to locate that stone, did you?"
Robin let out a soft, admitting, "Mmm."
"And you actually found it?" Darian marveled. He honestly hadn't been certain; his memories of the original timeline's filler episodes and obscure lore from his past life were incredibly hazy after so many years. He had merely thrown out a vague guess to test her days ago, never expecting the reality of this world to align so perfectly with his fragmented meta-knowledge.
Seeing his sudden shift in demeanor, Robin's gaze turned cold and analytical. "You weren't intentionally lying to me to manipulate my movements, were you, Darian? I stumbled right onto the ruins based on your coordinates."
"How could I ever lie to you, Robin?" Darian rejected smoothly, flashing an innocent, charming smile that did absolutely nothing to ease her deep suspicion.
Later that evening, after a grand, lavish farewell banquet held in the royal dining hall, Darian and his crew prepared to depart. The desert night air was cool and pleasant, a welcome relief from the blistering heat of the daytime. At the massive gates of Alubarna, a colossal moving-land-turtle stood harnessed to a large, luxurious royal carriage, ready to transport them across the sands back to the coast.
"Thank you so much. Thank you for everything your crew has done to save our royal lineage and this kingdom," the old King Cobra said, bowing his head in profound respect to Darian's group.
Knowing that he had thoroughly and repeatedly claimed the old man's only daughter in the royal bed just twenty-four hours prior, Darian felt a rare flicker of genuine embarrassment facing his cheap father-in-law. He quickly stepped forward, catching Cobra by the arms to lift him out of his bow.
"Princess Vivi is our crew mate and our friend, which makes us family, Your Majesty," Darian replied with impeccable politeness. "You're far too kind. We're deeply grateful for the incredible hospitality you've shown us over the past few days."
Hearing him boldly use the word family right in front of her father, Vivi's face, which had barely recovered from the morning, flushed an even darker shade of crimson.
As the formal public pleasantries began to wind down, Cobra suddenly gripped Darian's wrist firmly. He leaned in close, ensuring his voice was completely masked from the surrounding court, and whispered, "Are you truly not planning to take Vivi out to sea with you on your ship?"
Darian was entirely certain that Cobra was fully aware of exactly what he had done to his daughter's body in that bedroom, and being confronted directly by the King made Darian clear his throat softly.
"I would love nothing more than to take her out to sea with me, Cobra," Darian replied in an equally hushed tone. "But Vivi's heart belongs completely to her people. Besides, your physical health is failing; Alabasta needs its Princess to stay behind and actively learn to rule the reconstruction."
Hearing the tactical logic, the old King let out a heavy, solemn sigh, nodding slowly in reluctant agreement.
"Don't worry," Darian promised firmly, locking eyes with the monarch. "If Alabasta ever faces another severe threat, contact my crew and I will return instantly to crush them. Once my name spreads across the New World, you can fly my personal pirate flag over the royal palace as absolute protection against the World Government."
Cobra patted Darian firmly on the shoulder, a look of profound respect in his old eyes. "You're a powerful young man, Darian. Go say your final words to Vivi."
Darian walked over to where the blue-haired Princess stood near the carriage steps. "Vivi, are you absolutely certain you won't change your mind and come to sea with us?"
"No, Mr. Darian," Vivi responded, a serene, incredibly beautiful smile gracing her lips. "I am deeply grateful for the invitation, and for everything you've given me. But my country needs its princess right now. I'm sorry."
Darian didn't care about the watching royal guards, the ministers, or the formal atmosphere of the palace gates. He stepped forward aggressively, wrapped his strong arms tightly around her slender waist, and pulled her bare body flush against his chest, publicly and unapologetically asserting his absolute ownership over her before the entire court.
Standing nearby, Igaram—who had barely managed to survive the initial Baroque Works purge—looked as though he wanted to draw his weapons and fight Darian to the absolute death on the spot, his face contorting in helpless, protective outrage.
"Confound it! Release Her Highness the Princess immediately! You mustn't be so crude and inappropriate with her!" Igaram roared helplessly, his voice cracking.
King Cobra merely watched the public embrace with a quiet, knowing smile, offering no intervention.
Being held so tightly and possessively in front of hundreds of her subjects made Vivi's blush spread rapidly from her neck to her ears. She squirmed slightly against his solid chest, whispering shyly, "Mr. Darian, please let go... everyone is staring right at us!"
Darian leaned his head down, his voice dropping into a dominant, unyielding tone as he whispered directly into her ear, "Vivi, if you ever encounter any difficulties, contact me immediately. And remember this: if I ever find out you've let another man touch your body, I will hunt him down and slaughter him. I'll be back to officially claim you the moment I finish my voyage around this sea."
'He really is completely overbearing and terrifying...' Vivi thought to herself, a thrilling shudder running down her spine. She didn't protest his possessiveness; instead, she obediently and submissively nodded her head against his shoulder.
"Farewell, my princess," Darian murmured.
Before she could pull away, Darian captured her lips in a firm, demanding kiss, breaking the contact before turning on his heel and striding confidently toward the turtle carriage. He had always anticipated that Vivi wouldn't leave Alabasta with him; her love for her kingdom was far greater than her desire for freedom on the high seas.
As the royal carriage creaked and began to move forward across the dunes, Darian looked back through the window at her shrinking figure. He recalled her wild, unbridled sexual enthusiasm from that afternoon—how she had desperately clamped her long legs around his waist, eagerly tilting her hips to draw every single drop of his hot semen deep into her cervix.
'Mr. Darian, please give me a child,' she had begged through her tears, completely exhausted from his pounding but desperate to anchor his power to her royal lineage before he sailed away.
Darian smiled to himself, looking down at his lap. If getting a woman pregnant were truly that easy, given the massive, frequent volumes of semen he had pumped deep inside Nami over the weeks, the navigator would have been showing a maternal belly long ago.
Watching the magnificent, towering sandstone walls of Alubarna slowly shrink into the shifting desert horizon, Darian felt a brief, passing pang of melancholy, running through the memories of the decadent, flesh-filled days he had spent within its walls. But as the carriage gained speed into the dark desert night, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Farewell, my princess."
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