The world has changed. The age of pirates is now in full swing. Pirates, some similar to the infamous "Luffy" from the Straw-Hat pirates have arisen and many people see them as heroes. But at the same time, stories of infamous pirate captains such as the "Iron king" Wapol have spread throughout the world. And for the most part, Pirates are a plague on the land. But, just like there's many pirates, the navy and the marines have also increased in number. Many people, including those who ordinarily would have never survived in society have become successful and skilled pirates. And the navy and world government have also gained far more influence and power, due to these organizations being the only ones being capable of stopping the pirates. But the most dangerous pirates were vicious and terrifying opponents who frequently slaughtered their foes and when they were victorious the prices paid by the people who inhabited a town was high.
The young man who currently was in the middle of vigorously fucking Sadi was someone who should never be underestimated. He was a vicious person. Cruel and determined to survive, he was the sort who'd slit someone's throat for a piece of bread. He was also an intelligent person. He understood his own weaknesses, and had the tactical capacity to understand that some battles couldn't be won than and there.
He had come from a poor background. The son of a whore. And a merchant. Of course, the merchant had tried to kill the whore when he discovered that his favorite woman was with child. The whore had to pay to be protected. She had to work harder than ever. And often times it wasn't enough. The merchant had been rich. He had been determined to kill the mother.
The moral of this story had been to survive. It hadn't been to be "kind" or any of that bullshit. It had been to kill. Or be killed. Or be poor. Or be raped. So the little boy had become a little man. Without a childhood. He had become violent. And powerful. And when he got his devil-fruit he became unbeatable. He had become even more powerful. He was a wicked person. A cruel man. Even if he was an extremely attractive man, he was cruel, cold, and a sadist who enjoyed the sensations of causing someone else pain, of seeing someone in agony.
Sadi had fallen for his power. She craved power. Someone stronger than herself. And as she felt his penis slide in and out of her, herself being treated like a dog, she felt herself falling for this stranger. She also enjoyed causing others pain, and she realized that as the underling of a man like her master, nameless and cruel as he was, she'd have ample opportunity to cause pain and suffering to others. Probably far more so than when she was an underling of the world government.
Sadi was part of the world that felt the need to be needed. She was one of the many people who couldn't feel right unless she was part of something more than herself. And for her, anyone with the power (and cruelty) to be stronger than herself, was someone worth serving. Particularly someone who had this way of treating her, roughly, like she was an animal. She'd grovel at the feet of anyone who had the power to capture her attention. But she often preferred to be the one who was using, the one who was causing pain.
When the night as done, the room was silent. Aside from the sounds of Sadi's breathing. She lay sleeping in the bed. Her body was covered in the work of her master. Her breasts were sticky from sperm. Her face was also covered in the sticky substance. Her entire body had been used and abused by her master. But she had orgasmed. Several times. And quite intensely. She was passed out, from exhaustion and from joy. But her master... Her master was wide awake.
Sweat covered his muscular form. He wasn't ready to be done. But he wasn't exactly inhuman. Sadi had a hell of a capacity for sex. She was ready to serve. She was ready to fuck. And man did she enjoy it. She had turned into an animal. But that was to be expected. After-all, the captain was a powerful lover, who had amazing skill, without any powers. He had let loose. And she had gone wild.
The captain was a vicious individual. He was cold. Cruel. And he was also determined. He was going to build a crew. A crew of vicious, cruel, capable killers. And these killers would follow his orders. And he'd create a new kingdom. Of Pirates. With himself at the top. He'd be the pirate king. And the world would tremble. Everywhere he went people would know him. He'd be famous. He'd be feared. He'd be a danger. He was charismatic. Even without his fruit's power.
The captain was handsome. Tanned skin due to the majority of his time being spent in the outside, his form exposed to the sun. He was tall, not a giant, but definitely tall. He had a curved, eagle like face, with sharp, intense and cruel eyes. He didn't have a single scar on his perfect body, but his hands had calluses. Many calluses. His skin was extremely hard, capable of punching through solid stone. He had thick, developed muscles. His skills had been honed to a fine edge, due to his own talent for finding trouble, or causing it. He was a cruel man. With a heart of stone. The captain had begun recruiting. It was only a matter of time.