Chapter 34

24th of March 1522
Thriller Bark
NSFW

Before Moria stood Nami, dressed in a sultry parody of a nun's habit, her provocative attire a stark contrast to the sanctity it once symbolized. She wore high heels that clicked against the stone floor with every step she took.

"Lord Moria," Nami began, her voice a sing-song melody that seemed to caress the very air, "I have learnt very interesting information from our rookie prisoner, Urouge."

Her orange hair, vibrant and unnerving, cascaded down her shoulders. Moria's eyes, cold and calculating, never left her as she detailed her findings. Apparently ,there was a Sky Island led by a man with the power of the electricity Logia. Furthermore, the man only knew about observation Haki - he was a master at it - , but had never encountered armament Haki.

Moria leaned back, fingers steepled in contemplation.

"Interesting," he mused, his voice a silken whisper in the silence. An idea sparked in his mind, one that could work to his advantage. With a subtle gesture, he summoned two Shadow Engineers. He gave them instructions in a hushed tone, the specifics hidden from Nami's ears.

"Dismissed," he said to her, waving a hand as if brushing away an errant thought. Yet, Nami remained, her eyes locked onto his with a simmering intensity. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Is there something else you wished to say?"

Nami's lips curved into a sultry smile.

"Actually, yes, Lord Moria."

Her hands moved to the front of her habit, and with a sudden, deliberate motion, she tore it open, the fabric giving way with a rip that echoed through the chamber and that revealed other clothes. Her outfit was a masterful juxtaposition of innocence and depravity. The top was a tight, leather corset in midnight black, laced with crimson ribbons that crisscrossed provocatively over her torso, pushing her breasts upwards. The corset's edges were adorned with delicate white lace, a cruel mockery of purity. Her nipples were clamped with silver clamps, connected by a delicate chain that swung with her every movement, the pressure making her breaths quicken. Below, her garters connected to thigh-high stockings, the black fabric interrupted by intricate, gothic patterns. Her skin was a canvas of arcane tattoos—runes and mystical symbols etched in dark ink, each one pulsing with a faint, eerie glow. The tattoos wrapped around her limbs, accentuating her every movement with a dark allure.

"Look, Lord Moria," she purred, running her hands over her belly, accentuating the tautness of her skin.

"This is all for you." She moved one hand upward, caressing her breasts, where the clap barely covered her nipples, making them even more tantalizing. "My tits, just for your pleasure," she whispered, her voice a breathy invitation.

Her other hand slid downwards, over the curve of her hips, revealing more of her bare flesh. She turned slowly, presenting her backside. "My ass, Lord Moria," she said, her tone filled with a mix of submission and arousal. Her ass was a perfect, voluptuous curve, adorned with more tattoos that highlighted the swell of her flesh. A glint of metal caught the dim light—an anal plug, its jeweled end sparkling as a testament to her readiness.

Turning back to face him, her hand drifted lower, parting the remnants of her habit to reveal her exposed pussy, glistening with anticipation and a tuft of orange hair. "Every part of me," she sang, her voice a sultry promise, "is yours."

She took a step closer, her breath now warm against his face. "I want to ritualistically lose my virginity to you, Lord Moria," she confessed, her voice a mixture of reverence and depravity. "To empower myself more. I smelled Selena on you and thought... perhaps you might be interested."

Moria's eyes roved over her, appreciating the tableau of forbidden desire she presented. "You've certainly...dressed for the occasion," he said, his voice a velvet purr of amusement and approval.

Nami stepped closer, her movements fluid and deliberate. "I thought you might appreciate the effort, Lord Moria," she replied. She ran a finger down the center of her corset, the leather creaking softly under her touch.

Moria reached out, his fingers brushing against the tattoos that adorned her skin, feeling the faint hum of their magic. "These runes," he murmured, "are they for show, or do they serve a purpose?"

A mischievous glint sparkled in Nami's eyes. "Why don't you find out, Lord Moria?" she challenged, leaning into his touch.

Moria's laughter filled the chamber, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to make the shadows dance with anticipation. "Perhaps I shall," he replied, pulling her closer with a firm, possessive grip.

With a flick of his wrist, tendrils of shadows erupted from the darkness, slithering across the floor and weaving around Nami's legs. They moved like living serpents, wrapping around her ankles and sliding up her thighs. She gasped, a shudder of pleasure coursing through her as the shadows tightened their grip, lifting her slightly off the ground.

The shadows ensnared her, winding around her torso and pulling her arms above her head. Nami's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with each rapid inhale. The sensation of the shadows against her skin sent shivers down her spine, their cool touch contrasting with the heat of her arousal.

Moria watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his control over the shadows absolute. With a deliberate movement, he directed the tendrils to tear at her clothing. The fabric of her corset gave way under the pressure, ripping apart and exposing the supple curves of her breasts. The delicate chain connecting the clamps on her nipples swung freely, adding to the intensity of her experience.

As her clothes fell away, piece by piece, Nami's body was revealed in all its sensual glory. Her skin, adorned with arcane tattoos that glowed faintly, was smooth and flushed with excitement. The silver clamps on her nipples gleamed in the dim light, and the intricate patterns of her tattoos accentuated the curves of her breasts and hips.

Nami's breaths came in shallow, panting gasps, her eyes half-lidded with desire. The shadows continued to caress her skin, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Moria's eyes roved over her naked form, taking in every detail with a hunger that mirrored her own.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant purr. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her flushed skin, tracing the path of a tattoo that wrapped around her waist. Nami arched into his touch, her body responding eagerly to his caress.

With the tendrils still holding her aloft, Moria leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You've prepared well, Nami," he whispered, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you handle the shadows' embrace."

The shadows tightened around her, the tendrils moving over her body with deliberate sensuality. They traced the lines of her tattoos, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, still adorned with the silver clamps. Nami moaned, her body arching into the touch, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Moria's hand slid down her body, following the path of the shadows. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, eliciting a gasp from her lips. "Do you feel that, Nami?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper. "The shadows know how to please you."

His hand moved lower, slipping between her thighs. The shadows parted for him, allowing his fingers to find her wet and ready. He stroked her gently at first, then with increasing intensity, his fingers playing her like a finely tuned instrument. Nami's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her arousal.

Moria watched her with a predatory smile, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine, Nami," he said, his voice a low growl. "Every part of you belongs to me."

He thrust his fingers inside her, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. The shadows tightened their grip, holding her steady as he drove her higher and higher. Nami's breath came in ragged gasps, her body quivering with the intensity of her need.

Moria's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision. Nami's cries grew louder, her body arching against the restraints of the shadows. She was on the edge, teetering on the brink of release, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Moria pushed her over the edge. Nami cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. The shadows held her steady, their cool touch a stark contrast to the heat of her release. Moria watched with satisfaction as she came apart in his arms, his fingers still buried deep inside her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Nami sagged against the shadows, her body spent and trembling. Moria withdrew his hand, licking his fingers with a satisfied smile. "You've done well, Nami," he said, his voice a purr of approval. "But this is only the beginning."

Nami looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and anticipation. "I'm yours, Lord Moria," she whispered, her voice a breathy promise. "Every part of me."

Moria's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Good," he said, pulling her closer. "Now let's see what else you can endure."

He moved his hand to her backside, fingers deftly removing the jeweled plug. A shadow tendril took its place, sliding into her with a firm, deliberate pressure. Nami gasped, a mix of pleasure and pain etched across her face as the tendril moved deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding with a shudder of raw intensity.

Moria's pants were tight, his arousal evident. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other guiding the tendril deeper into her. Nami's screams of pleasure and pain echoed through the chamber, each sound a testament to the exquisite torment she was enduring. The tendril moved rhythmically, matching the tempo of her cries as Moria freed himself from the confines of his clothing.

With a final, powerful thrust, the tendril drove her to the brink once more, her body writhing with the intensity of the sensation. Moria stepped closer, his desire palpable as he prepared to take her fully, the shadows holding her steady for what was to come. He grunted as he sheathed himself inside her.

Hidden Quest 1

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1/3 → 2/3

25th of March 1522
Punk Hazard

Monet stood in the humid air of Punk Hazard, the island's poisonous haze barely a deterrent to her heightened senses. The shrill alarm of the mini Den Den Mushi shattered the uneasy silence, a clear harbinger of trouble. She had spent two years here, safeguarding and assisting Caesar Clown, and the thought of failing now sent a chill down her spine. Doflamingo, her young master, would show no mercy if anything went wrong. Reacting swiftly, Monet's body dissolved into swirling snowflakes, her Yuki Yuki no Mi powers propelling her forward with incredible speed. The landscape blurred around her as she raced through the forest, her mind focused on the alarm.

Had Caesar been attacked? Her loyalty to Doflamingo drove her onward, every flake of snow embodying her resolve. She reformed at the forest's edge, her body coalescing back into its human shape as she plunged into the undergrowth. The alarm grew louder, reverberating through the trees, amplifying her anxiety.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye—a figure leaped from the shadows. Monet barely had time to react. Pain lanced through her arm, sharp and unfamiliar, despite her Logia form. Staggering back, she looked up to see her assailant. Before her stood a tall woman with a wild mane of red hair and muscles that rippled with raw power. Selena Whitefand. One of the strongest rookies - wasn't she in Paradise? Rumor had it that she had joined the Warlord Moria's crew after he defeated her…

Selena's transformation was only partial, her eyes glowing, fur covering her arms, and fangs bared in a snarl. To Monet's horror, she saw Selena's claws and fangs coated in Armament Haki. Already?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Monet spat, clutching her bleeding arm, her voice edged with both pain and anger.

Selena grinned, a savage smile that bared her sharp teeth. "My master promised me a good fuck if I stopped you. So, I'm here to kick your ass and get my reward."

What?

With that, Selena lunged again. Monet tried to dodge, the air around her freezing as she summoned her snow to counter the assault. But Selena's claws, coated in Armament Haki, tore through her defenses. Monet quickly found herself on the defensive. Selena's fur protected her against the cold, and her Dire Wolf physiology rendered Monet's snow attacks a lot less effective. Each strike from Selena was precise and deadly, her Haki-infused claws leaving Monet with little room to counterattack. She wasn't used to pain anymore…Despite her best efforts, Monet was losing ground. Monet summoned more of her power, the snowstorm around her intensifying, but it was not enough. Selena's claws slashed through the icy winds, and with a final, powerful strike, Monet was brought to her knees.