Chapter 36
26th of March 1522
Thriller Bark
Vice Admiral Momonga stood resolute on the deck of his warship, his gaze fixed upon the massive silhouette of Thriller Bark on the horizon. The colossal island-ship floated with an eerie stillness, its spires and turrets cutting starkly against the sky. The thought that the Marine HQ was only two days away and that they let such pirates infest the waters near them made him scowl. His ship slowed to a halt a hundred meters from the boat-island's edge. With a last, firm nod to his crew, Momonga launched himself into the air using Geppo, bridging the distance with practiced ease. His boots landed softly on the ground, the only sound the faint rustle of his coat.
He was greeted by a pirate, Selena Whitefang. Huh. She came here fast - she had to have the basic of observation Haki to be already there. She stood tall and imposing, her red hair cascading in wild waves around her muscular frame. Resting casually on her shoulder was an enormous axe, nearly three meters in length. The sight of her prompted a sneer from Momonga. Pirates. He held nothing but contempt for them. The Warlords were a stain on the world, and soon, Moria would be eradicated.
Momonga's salutations were curt, his tone ice-cold. "Take me to Moria."
She smirked, turning on her heel and leading him through the twisted paths of Thriller Bark. As she walked ahead of him, Momonga couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and the firm, muscular curves of her ass. He felt a twinge of unwanted attraction and grunted in irritation, disappointed in himself for such a lapse.
"Admiring my weapon, Vice Admiral?" Selena's voice was taunting, her eyes gleaming with a mocking light.
"No. Ugly Axe", he scowled even more, before his sharp eyes noted the deliberate detours, the concealed routes that hinted at secrets hidden within the island's depths. The distant sound of stone being struck echoed through the air, but he dismissed it as irrelevant for now. His objective was clear: deliver the message and leave.
They approached the central castle. The architecture was a fusion of intricate metalwork and somber grandeur, with enormous gears and cogs embedded in its façade. Gargoyle-like statues perched on ledges, their stone gazes seeming to follow his every step. However, Selena diverted their path to a smaller pavilion nearby, where Moria awaited. The towering Warlord, standing an imposing seven meters tall, was seated at a table. His monstrous form cast a long shadow, his broad shoulders and massive frame exuding an intimidating presence. Moria's face was twisted into a perpetual grin, sharp teeth gleaming under the light. Not the head they saw on the newspaper. Had they trafficked the photos for PR?
Flanking Moria were two figures. Isabella von Carsten, a notorious mafioso from the West Blue, sat to his right. To his left was a red-haired girl with a blindfold, her identity unfamiliar to Momonga.
"Vice Admiral Momonga, what an unexpected pleasure," Moria greeted, his grin widening even further. "Please, join us."
Momonga's voice was steely, devoid of any warmth. "I'm here to deliver a message. There's a Warlord meeting at Marine HQ. You are required to come. Now."
Moria's eyebrows rose in surprise before his expression turned dark. "I see. Unfortunately, as you must know, I'm marrying in five days. My presence is indispensable for my wedding."
Momonga's gaze hardened. "That's not my concern. Marine HQ is only two days away by boat. You can be back here within four days. For the rest…Well, not my problem."
A shadow of annoyance crossed Moria's face. The pirate leaned back, fingers drumming on the table as he assessed the situation. Momonga stood his ground, secretly hoping for an excuse to engage the pirate. Momonga's hand hovered near his weapon, ready to strike should Moria make a wrong move.
"Very well. I'll be in Marineford in two days. But I'll go through my own means", the Warlord conceded.
Momonga hoped he lied and would not come - it would shorten his lifespan even more.
26th of March 1522
Thriller Bark
Monet jolted awake in a frigid, dank cell, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her head pounded with a nauseating intensity as fragments of memory clawed their way to the surface: she had gone to assist Caesar, encountered Selena Whitefang, and then... nothing but an abyss of darkness. Panic gnawed at her insides, a relentless, writhing serpent.
Attempting to move, Monet was met with a jarring, alien sensation. She stared in growing horror at her transformed limbs. Where her arms had been, grotesque white feathers now sprouted, morphing into twisted, avian wings with sickly light green tips. Her fingers had elongated into razor-sharp talons, and her feet were no longer human but cruel, bird-like claws. She touched her face, feeling the smooth, feathered contours that replaced her once-human skin. Her non-avian features—a voluptuous figure with large, bare breasts—were now starkly contrasted by the monstrous alterations. The sheer wrongness of her form made her stomach churn, the bones and muscles beneath her skin shifting in ways that defied nature. Her long, wavy green hair, usually a source of pride, now felt like a cruel mockery, cascading over her naked, disfigured body.
The sudden, deliberate clack of footsteps reverberated down the corridor. Monet's pulse quickened as an orange-haired witch materialized at the cell's threshold. The witch's face split into an unnaturally wide, grotesque grin. "Ah, you're awake," she purred, her voice a chilling blend of sweet malice. "We're going to be great friends now, you and I." The witch's smile stretched impossibly wider, revealing rows of jagged, glistening teeth, each one more menacing than the last. "But first, we will talk a bit…"
27th of March 1522,
Alabasta
Gecko Moria entered the laboratory. The air was thick with the acrid smell of chemicals and the metallic tang of blood. Bottles filled with bubbling, neon liquids lined the shelves, and corpses, crudely stitched together, lay on metal slabs, awaiting their next grotesque experiment. At the center, Caesar Clown and Dr. Hogback were deep in a heated argument, their voices clashing amidst the hum of machinery.
"Your method lacks precision, Hogback!" Caesar snapped, his wild hair bristling with irritation. "We need to maximize the lethality curve!"
Hogback scoffed, his hands waving dismissively. "And your approach sacrifices stability for speed, Caesar. My creations endure!"
Moria's imposing presence silenced their bickering. He smiled, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Gentlemen," he greeted, his voice a gravelly echo. "I trust you are getting along well?"
Both scientists turned to him, their previous animosity replaced by an expression of mutual respect and delight. "Absolutely, Moria," Hogback replied, a rare smile stretching across his sallow face. "Caesar's insights are truly remarkable."
Caesar nodded, his grin manic. "It's an honor to work here, Moria. The resources and freedom you've provided are unparalleled."
Scientists…He had heard them bickering like children. Moria's grin widened, pleased with their camaraderie.
"Excellent. Now, I have a task for you both. I need a virus—one that is devastatingly lethal but disappears entirely after fifteen days. I want a battlefield strewn with corpses, none of which remain infectious. Can you achieve this?"
Hogback and Caesar exchanged a glance, a wicked understanding passing between them. Hogback's eyes glittered with anticipation, his smile growing more sinister. "Consider it done, Moria," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper but heavy with promise.
Caesar's grin stretched impossibly wider, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. "We'll craft something truly exquisite," he assured, his tone laced with manic enthusiasm. "It will be a masterpiece of death and decay."
28th March 1522
Alabasta
The palace, draped in the serene glow of moonlight, seemed to hum with an unspoken promise. Vivi knew the tradition: she had no right to see her husband before the wedding. As the clock struck midnight, a gentle knock at her high window made her heart skip a beat.
Startled, she approached the window and, with a fluttering heart, opened it. There stood Moria, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "Good evening, my Princess," he greeted, his voice a low, velvety murmur. "I have missed you since our last dinner."
Vivi's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She was in her pajamas, an ensemble of delicate silk that clung to her form, the fabric whispering against her skin with every movement. The moonlight cast a soft glow over her, highlighting the delicate curves of her body. The pajamas, a soft blue with intricate golden embroidery, hinted at her figure beneath without revealing too much. The sight of her in such intimate attire made Moria's grin widen.
"Moria," she stammered, trying to gather her composure. "You shouldn't be here..."
"But it is the night, Princess," he said, his tone gentle yet insistent. "May I come in?"
With a shy nod, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He moved with the grace of a desert panther, closing the window behind him. His presence filled the room, a mix of danger and allure. From the depths of his shadow, he produced a bottle of wine, the dark glass shimmering in the moonlight.
"How do you always do that?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder at the sight.
He chuckled softly. "A little magic, perhaps. Crocodile is a weakling compared to what I can do." His confidence was intoxicating, and Vivi felt her cheeks burn hotter. The thought of Moria becoming her prince was almost too overwhelming.
He poured them each a glass of wine, the ruby liquid catching the light as it filled the glasses. He handed her one, their fingers brushing lightly, sending a thrill through her. They sat by the window, the cool night air mingling with the warmth of their bodies.
"So," he began, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves, "how was your day?"
"It was... busy. Preparations, you know," she fumbled with her words, her mind still reeling from his unexpected visit.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I can imagine. Our wedding is an event worth every effort."
"Yes, it is," she said, her heart fluttering at his words.
"Tell me more," he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I want to know every detail."
She hesitated for a moment, then began to recount her day, the conversations flowing more smoothly as she relaxed in his presence. They laughed together over small anecdotes, and Vivi found herself feeling more at ease.
"Unfortunately," Moria said, a hint of regret in his voice, "I've been convoked by the Marines."
"Why? What do they want?" she asked, her eyes widened with concern.
"I don't know," he shrugged, a shadow of annoyance passing over his features. "But I promise you, I will be back in time for our wedding."
Relief washed over her, and she smiled softly. "Thank you."
"Before I go, may I ask for a kiss?" he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"It's not proper..." she stammered, her face turning scarlet.
"But it would be a secret, just between us," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Summoning her courage, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. His skin was warm, his presence magnetic. Gently, he cupped her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned closer and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. The sensation was electric, a soft fluttering in her belly that spread warmth through her entire being.
"Good night, Princess," he whispered against her lips, and then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows as if he had never been there at all.
Vivi stood by the window, her heart racing, the ghost of his kiss lingering on her lips. Her mind swirled with a mix of excitement and longing, her body still tingling from the warmth of his touch. She could still feel the gentle pressure of his lips, the intoxicating blend of danger and allure that he carried with him. Eagerness blossomed in her chest, and she found herself yearning for the days ahead, dreaming of the moments they would share. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, each heartbeat a reminder of the thrilling future that awaited them. She sighed softly, her eyes drifting to the stars outside.
"Maybe…I am falling for you, Gecko Moria…My Prince…"
He was so romantic, such a gentleman…
28th March 1522
Alabasta
NSFW
"Yes! Fuck me harder!"
Selena's screams filled the air, raw and urgent. Her voice, thick with desperation, echoed through the room. Moria, towering and ferocious, answered her call with a guttural growl, his hands gripping her hips so tightly they left marks.
The bed beneath them creaked in protest as Moria pounded into her with relentless force. His hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp crack echoing in the chamber. Selena's cry was one of pure ecstasy, her body arching in response.
"You love this, don't you?" he snarled, his voice a dark, primal growl.
"Yes, Master! Yes!" she panted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her body met his every thrust, her pleasure mounting with each brutal movement. Each slap of his hand on her ass drove her wild, the sting blending with the overwhelming sensation of him inside her. Their coupling was raw and animalistic, a furious tangle of limbs and sweat. Selena's moans filled the room, mingling with Moria's deep, feral grunts. He could feel her tightening around him, her impending release driving him to thrust even harder. With a final, savage thrust, he pushed them both over the edge. Selena's scream of release was matched by Moria's roar, their bodies shuddering violently as they came together. Her inner walls convulsed around him, milking every last drop of his seed as he spilled into her.
Breathing heavily, Moria pulled out of her. Selena collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving. Her eyes, glazed with satisfaction, watched as he moved to stand over her, his still-hard cock glistening with their combined fluids.
"Clean me," he commanded, his voice rough with lingering desire.
Selena obediently opened her mouth, taking him in. Her tongue worked expertly, cleaning every inch of him. Moria groaned at the sensation, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. The sight of her, submissive and eager, sent a final thrill through him.
When he was satisfied, he withdrew from her mouth, a smirk playing on his lips. He dressed quickly, his movements efficient and determined.
"It's time to go," he said, a mix of irritation and resignation in his voice. He took a rapid shower and dressed up. The duties of a Warlord awaited him at Marineford.
He went back to his room and, with a heavy sigh, he allowed the shadows to envelop him. He cast one last glance at Selena, her body still sprawled on the bed, a vision of spent desire.
"Be ready for my return," he commanded, his tone softer but still authoritative. Then, with a final, lingering look, he disappeared into the darkness, the shadows carrying him away to his obligations.
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