Chapter 32
17th of March 1522
Thriller Bark
Law sat in the dank cell, his back pressed against the cold, unforgiving stone wall. His fellow captives, Drake and Urouge, shared the grim space, each lost in their own suffering. Urouge was bandaged head to toe, his wounds raw and festering, his eyes wide with terror. He screamed incessantly, demanding to be let out, but the moment he saw the woman in the sacrilegious nun outfit with her staff made of human bones, he curled into a ball and whimpered like a frightened child.
Law's sharp eyes caught the movement at the far end of the corridor. Moria was descending the stairs. Beside him, the nun followed him. Her eyes were bandaged, yet she navigated the space with uncanny precision. The outfit she wore clung to her curves, the tight, black fabric barely covering her figure. Straps crisscrossed her ample chest, accentuating her breasts, while her midriff was left exposed, revealing a taut, toned stomach. The skirt was scandalously short, showcasing her long, shapely legs, and her high-heeled boots clicked sharply on the stone floor.
Drake couldn't contain his curiosity. "What's the deal with the Rokushiki? How?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.
Moria barely glanced at him. "Shut up, Sword," he said dismissively. The cryptic command struck Drake like a physical blow, and he fell silent, his face paling as if he had seen a ghost. Law noted the reaction with interest but filed it away for later consideration. There were more pressing matters at hand. With a casual wave of his hand, Moria caused the door of Law's cell to swing open. The creak of the rusty hinges was deafening. Law remained seated, his gaze steady on Moria, refusing to show any sign of intimidation.
Moria's eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Law's. "I've got a proposition for you," he said, his voice a sinister whisper that seemed to echo in the confined space. "No questions asked. The only answer I want is yes or no.". He made a pause. What a drama queen.
"Your loyalty for life in exchange for Doflamingo's head. I will kill him within a year, I promise."
Law was flabbergasted. The offer was so sudden, so direct, it took him a moment to process it fully. The idea of Doflamingo's head on a platter, the vengeance he had sought for so long handed to him so easily, seemed almost too good to be true. How could Moria make such a promise? And more importantly, how did he know?
Finally, Law found his voice. "And if I refuse?" he asked, testing the waters.
Moria's smile widened. "Then you stay here, rotting away in this cell, until I find another use for you."
The threat hung in the air, palpable and suffocating. Law knew he was cornered, the choices laid out before him both fraught with peril. He took a deep breath, his mind made up. "I accept," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos within. "I'll serve you, and in return, you deliver Doflamingo's head."
Moria's grin broadened, a Cheshire smile of satisfaction. "Excellent choice, Trafalgar Law. Together, we will achieve greatness."
"But to be sure," Moria continued, his tone oily, "let's sign a contract."
Nami stepped forward. In one hand, she held a scroll. In the other, she grasped a quill with a barbed tip, designed to draw blood. The scroll unfurled with a flick of her wrist, revealing ancient, serpentine runes that seemed to writhe and pulse on the paper.
"You will sign this with your own blood," Nami intoned. She offered him the quill, its tip glistening. "This contract is immutable. Your loyalty, in exchange for Moria's effort in getting Doflamingo's head."
Law Nami's smile stretched wider, her lips curling back to reveal teeth that seemed too sharp for any human mouth. Though her eyes were bandaged, Law felt as if she could see straight through him. With a resigned breath, Law pricked his finger on the quill's wicked point. Blood welled up, dark and viscous, and he pressed the quill to the parchment. As he signed his name, the runes glowed, drinking in the blood and sealing the pact.
"Splendid," Nami purred, rolling up the scroll with a practiced ease. "Welcome to our brotherhood, Trafalgar Law."
Main Quest [A Court, a Kingdom and a Champion]
[A Court] : 6/10 → 7/10
17th of March 1522
Thriller Bark
NSFW
(1st NSFW passage ! Pass if you don't want to read a sex scene)
Moria reclined in his personal salon. Seated on a throne-like chair of blood-red velvet, he commanded a view of the entire room.
"Quests".
[Class Upgrade Quest]
To upgrade your Class from [Marquis of Dusk] to [Duke of Twilight]
Subquests:
1. Have a Fate of at least S: 1/1
2. Have a Potential of at least S: 1/1
3. Main Quest 1 : A King without a Crown - 0/1
4. Main Quest 2 : A Court, a Country and a Champion : 0/3
5. Hidden Quest 1 : ? - 0/3
6. Hidden Quest 2 : ? - 2/3
Main Quest 1
[A King without a Crown]
How can you be a Pirate King if you are not even a King?
Take control of the Kingdom of Alabasta
Main Quest 2
[A Court, a Kingdom and a Champion]
Even the Pirate King needs the Kingly attributes
A Court : Have 10 subordinates with more than 1,000 Dourikis - 7/10
A Kingdom : Take control of Three Territories under a B-ranked or higher Fate Leader - 1/3
A Champion : Have a living subordinates with more than 3,000 Dourikis - 0/1
Moria's gaze fixed on the screen before him, absorbing the data with predatory satisfaction. He had seven subordinates who now boasted over one thousands dourikis—a significant increase in power, but he needed ten of them. The recent acquisition of Law and the impressive progress of Nami were particularly gratifying. However, since his awakening, Perona had almost not improved at all. And Moria relied too much on Bege for logistic tasks, so he hadn't had as much time as the others to train, and was still stuck around eight hundred Dourikis.
[A Court] - 7/10
1 - Selena Whitefang : 2 465 Dourikis
2 - Nami : 2 185 Dourikis
3 - Roronoa Zoro : 1 844 Dourikis
4 - Trafalgar D. Water Law : 1 744
5 - Absalom : 1 348
6 - Lily Perona : 1224
7 - Isabella von Carstein : 1001
[A Kingdom] - 1/3
1 - Little Garden
[A Champion] - 0/1
The screen flickered, drawing his attention to the second hidden quest, which displayed '2/3' since he absorbed Crocodile. To complete it, he needed to defeat another Warlord. But who? Mihawk and Kuma were out of the question, their strength making such confrontations suicidal. This left him with two options: Doflamingo and Boa Hancock. Moria pondered, weighing the challenges each presented. Doflamingo, an ex-Celestial Dragon and king of a country, was a formidable adversary with deep political ties and a ruthless reputation. Furthermore, he was incredibly strong. Boa Hancock, with her deadly Devil Fruit, posed a different kind of threat—one rooted in her bewitching powers and combat skills. However, he considered her abilities potentially surmountable with the right strategy.
He leaned back, the velvet of his throne-like chair pressing against his back, deep in thought. The decisions ahead loomed large in his mind when a gentle knock echoed through the room. Through his Haki, he sensed Selena's presence.
"Enter", he commanded.
The door creaked open, and Selena stepped into the room. There was a strange shyness about her, an air of defeat that was uncharacteristic for the fierce enforcer of his subordinates. Her usual confidence seemed to have ebbed away. Was it because of her recent defeat? Or…because she learnt he was going to get married? Hadn't she understood it was purely political ?
Selena's appearance was a study in contrast. Her tall, muscular frame was clad in an incredibly sexy, loose-fitting, see-through babydoll. The sheer, almost green, transparent fabric hung loosely over her body, accentuating her powerful build by revealing more than it concealed. Her thick, wild hair cascaded around her shoulders. The babydoll's delicate lace barely covered her breasts, their fullness obvious beneath the flimsy material. The soft, loose fabric teased at the hard lines of her abs, hinting at the raw strength beneath the surface, while the nearly transparent material offered glimpses of her dusky aureolas and the contours of her nipples. As she moved, the hem of the babydoll swayed gently, revealing glimpses of her strong thighs and the tantalizing curve of her hips. The oversized fit left large portions of her skin exposed, each step a reminder of her feral beauty and undeniable allure.
Moria, towering at over two meters tall, looked every bit the aristocrat with his pale skin, sharp features, and cold, calculating eyes. His presence was imposing, his stature slightly taller than Selena's.
"Come, sit on my lap," he invited, his voice a purr of authority.
Selena hesitated for a moment, a rare display of vulnerability in her otherwise fierce demeanor. She moved towards him with a mix of shyness and determination, her powerful legs carrying her gracefully across the room. Her confidence seemed to waver, her eyes casting downward before she took a deep breath and seated herself on his lap.
Moria felt the firm, muscular curves of her ass pressing against his thighs. The sensation was electric. The sheer fabric of her babydoll shifted as she adjusted herself, revealing even more of her sculpted body. Through the nearly transparent material, her dusky aureolas and the hard peaks of her nipples were clearly visible. The hem of the babydoll rode up, exposing her toned thighs and the fiery red curls of her pubic hair. The intimate glimpse of her pussy, barely concealed by the delicate lace, was both provocative and arousing.
"What did you want to talk about?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and command.
Selena looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of respect and uncertainty. She swallowed, her throat working as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I... I've been feeling off since my last defeat," she began, her voice husky and filled with a rare vulnerability. "I wanted to discuss my role, my place in your plans. I need to regain my confidence."
Moria's hand moved to her back, tracing the delicate patterns of her babydoll, his touch both reassuring and possessive. "You are one of my strongest, Selena. This defeat is but a minor setback. Your strength and loyalty are invaluable to me."
"And... and..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. It was clear she wanted to ask something but was too shy to voice it.
He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is it about my marriage?" he asked, his tone softening just a fraction. "It is political, I assure you."
Her breath hitched, and she gathered the courage to look him in the eye. "Why not me? Am I not good enough?" Her voice trembled with a mix of vulnerability and longing.
Moria's smile was predatory as he regarded her. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the hair, his grip firm and possessive. The sudden roughness sent a shiver of arousal through her, and he could smell the intoxicating scent of her desire. Without warning, he pulled her close and kissed her aggressively, his lips demanding and forceful against hers. She whimpered, caught between pain and pleasure, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. As he bit down on her lip, drawing blood, she gasped, the metallic taste mingling with the heat of the moment.
"Selena," he murmured against her lips, his voice a dark caress, "you are mine. Never doubt that. But some things require a different approach."
In a surprising eager display, Selena swung her legs to either side of him, straddling his lap. The thin fabric of her babydoll did nothing to hide the heat of her pussy pressing against his hardened dick. With a newfound boldness, she leaned in and began to kiss him aggressively, her lips urgent and demanding.
Moria responded with a feral growl, his hands roaming over her body. He nibbled on her wild hair, tugging it slightly to expose her neck, which he trailed with possessive bites. One hand moved to grasp her firm ass, squeezing it with a roughness that made her moan against his lips.
Her kisses grew more frantic, their mouths clashing in a heated dance of dominance and submission. His other hand traveled up her thigh, fingers grazing the edge of the babydoll and moving inward to explore her slick folds. She gasped, arching her back and pressing herself harder against him.
He reveled in her reaction, his touch becoming more insistent as he teased and tormented her. Selena's breath came in short, sharp bursts, her desire palpable and raw. The smell of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the dark, heady atmosphere of the salon.
As he started to touch her, Selena's body responded with fervor. Her skin tingled under his fingertips, each stroke heightening her senses and drawing her further into the abyss of desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in this intimate dance. Their breaths synchronized, creating a symphony of gasps and moans that echoed softly around them. With every moment, he guided her deeper into the sensation, his hands exploring her curves with a blend of tenderness and urgency. Moria's fingers explored her with expert precision, drawing out her pleasure with deliberate intensity. Selena's body responded instinctively, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to him. His other hand gripped her waist, steadying her as she moved in rhythm with his touch.
She gasped, her eyes closing as the sensations overwhelmed her. Moria's fingers moved faster, and Selena felt the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure reached its peak.
With a sudden, intense release, she cried out, her body trembling as she succumbed to the wave of pleasure. Moria's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt the evidence of her climax against his hand. He withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the moment.
"Clean up," he commanded softly.
Selena, still trembling, obeyed without hesitation. She took his fingers into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she complied. With a sudden, almost brutal movement, Moria tore at her clothes, ripping the thin fabric of her babydoll away from her body. The cool air of the room met her heated skin, and she stood before him, naked and exposed. Her muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, highlighting the defined lines and curves of her physique. Beads of her own juices trickled down her legs, evidence of her intense arousal.
Her expression turned unusually shy. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she instinctively tried to cover herself, only to be stopped by Moria's commanding gaze. Her vibrant red hair framed her face, falling in loose waves that mirrored the fiery color of her neatly trimmed pubic hair, slick with her arousal.
Moria's eyes darkened with a primal desire as he took in the sight of her. With one brutal movement, he directed her into a doggy style position, forcing her down onto her hands and knees. Selena, eager and ready, shook her ass, her body arching provocatively. Her toned, muscular cheeks flexed and relaxed with each movement, highlighting the firm curves and the defined lines of her glutes. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a raw, unspoken need, her body silently begging to be taken.
Without hesitation, Moria positioned himself and impaled her, his hardened length plunging deep into her welcoming heat. The force of his entry made her gasp, her body arching as she adjusted to the sudden invasion. The rhythm they found was primal and urgent, their bodies moving together with an intensity that left no room for anything else.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Selena, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Moria's grip on her hips was firm and unyielding, his dominance clear in every movement. She met his thrusts eagerly, her body responding instinctively to his every command.
The room filled with a symphony of gasps, moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in the raw, passionate connection, their breaths mingling and hearts pounding in unison.
Hidden Quest 1
?
0/3 → 1/3
Uh? Well, it was a part of being a Pirate, he guessed.