A Gamer's Guide to Piracy : The Horror
Chapter 14 : Wedding of a Warlord
Marine Headquarters
In the shadowy recesses of the Marine Headquarters, the discussion intensified as the officers delved deeper into the repercussions of the Von Carstein crew's actions.
Vice Admiral Frostgrip, a stern and calculative figure, spoke gravely. "The death of Officer Tashigi cannot go unanswered. She was one of our own, and her sacrifice demands justice."
Captain Cipher interjected, "And let's not forget about Crocodile. He possessed a Logia-type Devil Fruit, making him seemingly invincible. The fact that they not only confronted but defeated him is a matter of grave concern."
Rear-Admiral Ironmask banged his gloved fist on the table, his metallic voice resonating with determination. "We need a detailed analysis of their abilities and tactics. What allowed them to overcome a Warlord with such a formidable power?"
Captain Cipher presented a report detailing the encounters. "Witnesses report strange occurrences— supernatural abilities, some of our lower officers whispers about over dark arts. It's an unconventional crew, and we need to be prepared for the unexpected."
Commander Steeljaw, a seasoned tactician, offered his perspective. "We can't approach this like a standard pirate hunt. We're dealing with something beyond the ordinary. It's a clash of powers and mysteries."
Rear-Admiral Swiftstrike, known for his strategic acumen, concluded, "Our response needs to be swift and coordinated. Coordinate with Cipher's intelligence unit, assess their patterns, and be ready for anything. The pursuit of Von Carstein and his crew begins now."
The intelligence officer, Captain Cipher, presented the proposed bounties for the Von Carstein crew. "For their offenses against the World Government, we recommend bounties. Auguste Von Carstein, the captain, will have a bounty of 200 million Berries. Utrecht, the Horror, 60 million. Agathe the sadist and Perona the Ghost, 40 million each. And for Nami, the Dark Priest, a bounty of 120 million Berries."
Lieutenant Stormbringer, an officer renowned for his understanding of public sentiment, interrupted him. "It appears that the Von Carstein crew has garnered significant support among the public. Auguste's status as an exiled prince and their perceived role in saving Alabasta has made them folk heroes."
Rear-admiral l Ironmask frowned. "Heroes? They killed one of our officers and exposed a Warlord's conspiracy. We can't let public sentiment dictate our decisions."
Captain Cipher, always pragmatic, added, "However, their influence is a factor we cannot ignore. It might be beneficial to consider alternative approaches."
Lieutenant Stormbringer continued, "In light of Crocodile's demise, I propose a daring move. The public is calling for a new Warlord to maintain order, and Auguste, with his background, could be a puppet under our control. We'd have a powerful ally, or at least the appearance of one."
Swiftstrike raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we manipulate their reputation to serve our interests?"
Stormbringer nodded. "Exactly, sir. If we can't quell their rising fame, let's redirect it. We'll have an insider, and the public will be none the wiser."
Ironmask sighed. "Very well, Lieutenant. Coordinate with Cipher to manage the narrative. But remember, the moment they step out of line, we cut the strings." The room buzzed with murmurs as plans were set in motion. The delicate dance between maintaining control and navigating public opinion had begun, as the Marines sought to shape the narrative surrounding the enigmatic Von Carstein crew.
Alabasta
As the news of Auguste Von Carstein's forbidden crime spread across Alabasta, the people found themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Doubt, relief, and fascination filled the air, leaving the citizens in a state of collective uncertainty.
Amidst the swirling rumors, a herald appeared in the heart of Alubarna, the capital city. Dressed in resplendent attire, the herald held a proclamation high for all to see. With a booming voice that echoed through the streets, he declared, "Citizens of Alabasta, rejoice! For in the face of shadows and conspiracies, a beacon of light emerges. Auguste Von Carstein, once accused, is now declared forbidden of his crimes!"
Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd. The herald continued, "But there is more! A union, a bond that transcends the tumultuous tides of fate. By the decree of the exalted Auguste himself, I announce a joyous occasion. His forbidden status opens a path to unity with our beloved Princess Vivi. The prince in exile shall become our prince by marriage!"
Gasps and whispers rippled through the throng. The people of Alabasta, caught between skepticism and hope, exchanged glances. The prospect of Auguste Von Carstein, once a figure of controversy, joining their noble princess in matrimony added a layer of complexity to the unfolding drama.
As the herald withdrew, leaving the proclamation to flutter in the wind, the citizens grappled with the implications of this unexpected twist. The celebration took on a dual nature, one part jubilant for the exoneration of Auguste, and another tinged with anticipation for the impending royal union that promised to reshape the destiny of Alabasta.
Smoker
In the dimly lit confines of his office, Captain Smoker seethed with barely contained rage. The news of Auguste Von Carstein's pardon and elevation to the position of Warlord of the Sea had reached him like a venomous serpent, injecting fury into his veins.
His fists clenched, and the taste of bitter resentment lingered on his tongue. Tashigi, his dedicated subordinate, had fallen victim to the machinations of the very man now granted clemency. The sense of justice that defined Smoker's every breath rebelled against the perceived injustice perpetrated by the higher echelons of the World Government.
His cigar burned with an intensity matching the fiery storm brewing within him. The hazy smoke filled the room as a manifestation of his turbulent emotions. With each draw, the acrid aroma mingled with the atmosphere of frustration, creating an almost palpable tension.
Captain Smoker's eyes bore into a wall adorned with wanted posters of notorious pirates, the faces of those he pursued with unwavering determination. Yet, among them, the image of Auguste Von Carstein now hung with an air of official recognition.
"Von Carstein," he growled through gritted teeth, the words laced with a venomous disdain. The very idea of the man responsible for Tashigi's demise being pardoned and hailed as an ally of the World Government fueled the flames of his ire.
The den-den mushi on his desk remained silent, a silent witness to the storm raging within Captain Smoker. He knew that navigating the treacherous waters of bureaucracy wouldn't yield the justice he sought. The only solace he found was in the unwavering resolve to bring Von Carstein to justice, Warlord title or not.
As he crushed the spent cigar in an ashtray, a vow escaped his lips like an oath etched in stone. "I don't care if the world calls you a Warlord. Justice will find you, Von Carstein, and I'll be the one to deliver it."
Alubarna
In the bustling city of Alubarna, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation as the kingdom prepared for the royal wedding of Princess Vivi and Auguste Von Carstein. The streets were adorned with colorful banners, flowers, and intricate decorations, creating a festive atmosphere.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city, the citizens of Alabasta gathered in the central square, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the soon-to-be-wed couple. The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air as street vendors prepared a lavish feast for the celebration.
Amidst the joyful chatter of the crowd, snippets of conversations highlighted the happiness and pride of the people.
"I heard the Princess and Auguste have a love that transcends borders. It's a union that will bring prosperity to our kingdom!"
"The wedding feast is said to be the grandest Alabasta has ever seen. I can't wait to taste the delicacies!"
"Auguste, the hero who exposed Crocodile's treachery, marrying our beloved Princess! What a glorious day for Alabasta!"
The opulence of the royal wedding in Alabasta was a breathtaking display of wealth and splendor. The central square transformed into a dazzling spectacle of colors and luxury. Elaborate tapestries, adorned with intricate patterns and symbols of Alabasta, hung from every building, creating a regal ambiance.
Tables covered in fine silk and adorned with golden centerpieces stretched across the square, each meticulously set with glistening silverware and crystal goblets. The aroma of exotic flowers filled the air, as expertly arranged bouquets graced every corner, contributing to the sensory feast.
Succulent roast meats, fragrant spiced rice, and decadent desserts tempted the senses. Skilled chefs worked tirelessly to ensure that every dish was a testament to the kingdom's culinary prowess. The citizens, dressed in their finest attire, marveled at the opulent surroundings. The fabrics of their clothing mirrored the richness of the decorations, with vibrant hues and intricate embroidery. Laughter and joy echoed through the square as people celebrated not only the union of their beloved Princess and Auguste but also the prosperity and unity it promised for Alabasta.
As the colossal doors swung open, announcing the grand entrance of the newlyweds, a reverent hush descended upon the vast courtyard. Auguste, the epitome of vampiric grace, glided forward with an otherworldly elegance that mirrored the fluidity of shadows. His attire, a masterpiece of sartorial artistry, wove together dark hues and sumptuous fabrics, a regal testament to his aristocratic lineage. With each step, he exuded a captivating allure that held the onlookers in rapt fascination.
Beside him, Princess Vivi, a vision of ethereal beauty, displayed her lustrous blue hair cascading like a silken waterfall. Her ensemble, reminiscent of ancient Egyptian opulence, draped her form in a tapestry of exotic elegance. The intricate patterns woven into the fabric told tales of Alabasta's rich history, while the vibrant colors danced in harmony with the resplendent jewels that adorned her person.
As they advanced through the lavishly adorned square, Auguste and Vivi radiated an otherworldly glow, as if celestial beings had descended upon Alabasta. The soft glow of twilight bathed them in a golden halo, accentuating the ethereal quality of their presence. The assembled crowd, captivated by the sheer beauty of this union, gasped collectively at the sight of such regal magnificence converging in harmonious matrimony.
The air itself seemed to shimmer with the promise of a new era for Alabasta. Auguste and Vivi, hand in hand, moved with a seamless grace toward the heart of the celebration. The opulent surroundings bowed to their splendor, creating an awe-inspiring tableau that transcended the ordinary. The collective heartbeat of the kingdom echoed with joy, resonating the grandeur of this unforgettable moment etched into the annals of Alabasta's rich history. Under the celestial canopy of the Alabastan sky, Auguste and Vivi stood in sacred union, the air tinged with the palpable energy of their vows. The ceremony, a mystical tapestry woven with threads of tradition and the arcane, unfolded with an ethereal grace.
The enigmatic figure overseeing the union, a strange, blindfolded nun with a cascade of orange hair, emanated an aura of spiritual solemnity. Her hands, guided by a profound intuition, orchestrated the rites that bound the couple in matrimonial harmony. The words of commitment, whispered with heartfelt sincerity, were a symphony that resonated with the very essence of Alabasta's ancient mystique.
"Under the gaze of the Old Gods and the silent whispers of Alabasta's ancient sands, we gather to unite two souls destined to intertwine. Auguste Von Carstein, do you, with the immortal grace coursing through your veins, vow to cherish and protect Princess Vivi, in sunlight and shadow, through the eons of time?"
Auguste, his vampiric poise softened by the genuineness of the moment, spoke vows that transcended time. His promises were not merely declarations but enchantments, binding his destiny with Vivi's in a dance of eternal devotion.
"I, Auguste Von Carstein, pledge my undying devotion. In the embrace of the Old Gods and the eternal dance of night and day, I promise to stand as your shield, to love you through centuries, and to honor the sacred bond that unites us."
"Princess Vivi, heir to Alabasta's legacy, do you, with the spirit of the desert winds whispering in your ear, vow to stand by Auguste's side, a beacon of strength and love in both triumph and tribulation?"
Vivi, in turn, echoed sentiments that echoed through the corridors of Alabasta's storied past, pledging her heart to a love destined to endure.
"In the presence of the Old Gods and the enduring spirits of Alabasta, I commit my heart to you, Auguste Von Carstein. Through the shifting sands of time, I promise to be your partner, your confidante, and the unwavering force that walks beside you through the mysteries of existence."
As the vows were exchanged, a celestial hush enveloped the gathering, allowing the whispered promises to ripple through the collective consciousness. The blindfolded nun, a conduit between the mortal and the mystical, officiated with a reverence that transcended the mundane.
"Now, in the shadows of Alabasta's majestic history, let these vows be etched into the annals of time. With the blessings of the Old Gods, sealed by the exchange of hearts, may your journey be eternal, and your love an everlasting flame in the tapestry of Alabasta's enduring saga."
The ceremony reached its crescendo as Auguste and Vivi sealed their union with a tender kiss, a symbolic merging of two souls embarking on a shared odyssey. The air shimmered with a divine resonance, as if the very spirits of Alabasta bore witness to this union, blessing it with their silent approval.
The assembled crowd, caught in the spell of this sacred moment, erupted into joyous celebration. The grandeur of the ceremony, steeped in the enigmatic essence of Alabasta's cultural tapestry, painted an indelible masterpiece in the collective memory of the kingdom.
Alabasta
In the midst of the joyous wedding banquet, where laughter and music filled the air, Agathe, the white-haired vampire, moved like a phantom through the revelry. Her ethereal grace caught the eye of unsuspecting citizens, drawn into her magnetic presence. The festivities masked her sinister intentions as she wove her way through the crowd.
With an enchanting smile, Agathe engaged citizens in conversation, her words laced with a subtle allure that captivated their attention. She subtly enticed them with compliments, drawing them into her web of charm. Unbeknownst to the celebrants, Agathe's mere touch left a lingering sense of desire, clouding their judgment and awakening an irresistible attraction.
As the night progressed, Agathe led her unwitting prey to secluded corners, promising moments of stolen intimacy. With each encounter, she skillfully concealed her true nature, maintaining an appearance of innocence that masked the impending danger. The banquet provided the perfect cover for Agathe to indulge her vampiric cravings, as she subtly sank her fangs into the willing necks of those entranced by her beguiling presence.
The unsuspecting citizens, lost in the revelry, remained blissfully unaware of Agathe's dark deeds. Meanwhile, the festivities continued in full swing, the joyous sounds of celebration providing a stark contrast to the hidden feast unfolding in the shadows. Agathe's seductive dance among the revelers became a haunting interlude, a macabre symphony of pleasure and predation woven into the fabric of the wedding night.
Explicit Content- Vivi.
In the heart of Alabasta's royal palace, the best room for Auguste and Vivi's wedding night awaited, a sanctuary of opulence and romantic allure. The chamber was bathed in the warm glow of a thousand candles, casting dancing shadows that embraced the room's rich tapestries and intricate murals depicting Alabasta's storied history.
Through the grand doors adorned with intricate carvings, the newlyweds, Auguste and Vivi, entered their opulent chamber. The air seemed to shimmer with the magic of the night as they stepped into a space that echoed with the promise of shared dreams. Auguste, his vampiric grace evident in every step, donned a magnificent suit that accentuated his aristocratic allure. Vivi, her flowing blue hair cascading like a waterfall, adorned an exotic, Egyptian-inspired oriental dress that added an air of regality to her beauty.
As they crossed the threshold, the room embraced them with its warmth, the glow of candles casting a soft radiance on the plush furnishings. The chamber seemed to hold its breath, enraptured by the union of two distinct worlds. Auguste and Vivi, like celestial beings, moved in tandem, their hands interlocked in a silent promise that echoed through the exquisitely decorated space.
The ambiance exuded a sense of timeless elegance, with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers mingling with the flickering candlelight. The room itself appeared as a sanctuary of love, a haven where the echoes of vows exchanged lingered in the air. The canopy bed, draped in rich fabrics, stood as a symbol of the nights they would share. A king-sized bed, draped in sumptuous fabrics of royal blue and gold, took center stage, adorned with plump cushions and luxurious throws. The scent of exotic flowers filled the air, arranged in ornate vases strategically placed around the room. Large, arched windows were adorned with billowing silk curtains, allowing the moonlight to filter through, creating a soft, ethereal ambiance. The windows opened onto a private balcony, offering a breathtaking view of the starlit desert, where the night seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the union within.
The room featured a lavish en-suite bath, complete with a sunken marble tub surrounded by scented oils and bath salts. Perfumed candles flickered on every available surface, adding to the intimate enhance the romantic setting, a canopy of sheer fabric hung above the bed, its gentle billows reminiscent of desert dunes caught in a nocturnal breeze. The room was adorned with touches of Alabasta's culture, including intricate mosaics, delicate ceramics, and handcrafted furnishings. As the newlyweds entered, the room seemed to hum with the promise of shared futures and whispered secrets, a haven where the echoes of vows exchanged earlier that evening resonated in every corner.
Bound in three chairs in a corner of the room, Agathe, Nami and Perona were gagged, naked save for a few leather straps. A mechanical dildo was thrust into their cunts, subjecting them to a gentle torture. A small candle dripped hot wax onto their breasts, stimulating their nipples.
Augustus carried ViVi like a princess - which she was. Their wedding may have been a fake one, but their wedding night would be real. Auguste tore Vivi's dress off. Underneath, she was wearing a pornographic version of a Western wedding dress. She was dressed in a sheer white bodysuit, adorned with elaborate lace detailing that accentuated her slender frame. Her long blue hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her back in an effortless yet elegant style. On her bust, in gold letters, was written "Vivi Von Carstein". The blue hair of her pussy tingled with excitement.
"Auguste...I've waited so long for this moment," Vivi said as she pressed her breasts against his chest. Her body was trembling with anticipation, and she could feel his member pressing against her thighs. In her ass, a plug kept her open for her new husband.
"As have I, my bride. "
On the side, condemned to stay mere spectators, the white-haired Agathe moaned and Nami whimpered. They wanted to participate, but she knew they were not allowed to.
Auguste tore off Vivi's bodysuit, leaving her naked and bare to him. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. The sight of her perky breasts and her wet pussy made his cock ache with desire.
He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her chest and stomach. Vivi shivered with anticipation as he licked her nipples, teasing them with his tongue.
Vivi leaned her head back, moaning softly as she felt Auguste's fingers brush against her clit. She was already so wet, and he had barely touched her. Auguste pressed his mouth against Vivi's pussy, kissing it softly at first. She tasted sweet, like honey, and he couldn't get enough. He teased her clit with his tongue, making her gasp and squirm under him.
"Oh Auguste, yes!" Vivi cried out, bucking her hips against his face. He sucked her clit, flicking his tongue against it and sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
Auguste could tell that Vivi was close to climaxing, and he was determined to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. He fucked her with his fingers, curling them up to hit her g-spot. Vivi's body tensed as she reached her peak, and she came all over his fingers.
Vivi collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily and still shaking from her orgasm. Auguste caught some candles.
"You have to be punished for coming without my permission," he said with a smirk.
Vivi looked up at him with half-closed eyes and a dazed expression.
"I'm sorry, Master…"
"You will be punished for this, you naughty little slut."
Auguste held the candle above Vivi's belly, letting the wax drip onto her skin. She cried out in pain as the hot wax made contact with her sensitive flesh, but she loved it. The sensation was intoxicating.
Auguste continued to drip hot wax on Vivi's body, painting her skin with intricate patterns. She moaned and writhed under his touch, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
"Oh Satan, yes! More! Please!"
Auguste complied, using the candle to drip hot wax over Vivi's breasts and nipples. She cried out in ecstasy, arching her back and pushing her breasts up toward the candle. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and her pussy was dripping wet.
"You like that, don't you? You little slut," Auguste taunted as he dripped more hot wax on her nipples. He put back the candles. Not wanting to fuck her pussy, he took off the anal plug. Then he took off his pants.
"Auguste, I want you so bad..." Vivi begged, spreading her legs wide.
Auguste grinned and positioned his cock at the entrance of Vivi's asshole.
"I've waited so long for this, Vivi," he said as he slowly entered her.
Vivi moaned as she felt Auguste's cock filling her up. He began to thrust in and out, fucking her hard. She gripped the sheets as she was pushed closer and closer to climax.
"Oh God, Auguste...I'm going to come," she cried out.
Auguste kept fucking her ass hard and fast, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
"Come for me, Vivi," he commanded as he spanked her.
Vivi let out a scream as she came, her body trembling with pleasure. She clenched her ass muscles around his cock, sending him over the edge. He came hard, filling her up with his seed. Vivi was exhausted and satisfied. She lay back on the bed, her body spent from her intense orgasm.
