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"They claim to be from the Big Mom Pirates, and their group wishes to propose marriage alliance to your Highness God-sama..." The voice trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.
A lion-man, a long-legged man in an egg-shaped shell, James mused. It had to be Pekoms and BaronTamago.
"Interesting," he murmured. "Have Team Six escort them to Sky Island and report back to me once they reach the palace."
"Yes, God-sama," came the immediate reply.
James nodded affectionately, wrapped Perona in his arms, and spoke with a soft smile, " I'll take you to my kingdom, my Divine Kingdom. It will be your future home."
Perona offered no resistance, though her otherwise blank expression betrayed a deep uncertainty about what lay ahead.
Parting was always difficult, but she knew this was her only path to saving Lord Moria.
She could only hope James would treat her gently, given her age and the circumstances.
With a flash of lightning, James and Perona ascended rapidly towards Sky Islands.
James had deliberately chosen not to plunder Moria's Shadow-Shadow Fruit ability.
For one, he considered it inferior to Perona's Ghost Fruit, holding less potential.
More importantly, he refrained for Perona's sake.
To her, taking the Shadow-Shadow Fruit would have been akin to murdering Moria.
He knew she would resist violently, perhaps even choosing to die alongside her master/father, rather than submit to him again.
The Shadow-Shadow Fruit's core ability lay in manipulating shadows.
While the shadows extracted from others imbued resurrected zombies with their original owners' "personality" and "combat ability," these constructs were always inferior to the living person.
A significant flaw of these zombies was their vulnerability to salt; even a sweeping wave could instantly destroy them.
Furthermore, the longevity of these zombies was directly tied to the survival of their original bodies, posing another critical drawback.
In contrast, Homies created by the Soul-Soul Fruit possessed far greater advantages.
Their existence remained unaffected even if their creator, Charlotte Linlin, were to perish.
If the Shadow-Shadow Fruit's power truly allowed the creation and transformation into shadows, rather than mere manipulation, its strength would be among the absolute strongest. James himself would likely covet such an ability.
Such an ability, James mused, would even make him a little envious, imagining the possibilities: a Shadow Legion, a Shadow Kingdom, perhaps even a complete Shadow World – the scope for development would be immense.
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On Sky Island, within the Imperial Palace...
"What a... a massive palace!" Perona exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. From James's arms, she had witnessed the breathtaking expanse of the Divine Kingdom during their ascent.
James simply smiled, offering no words. Once inside the palace, he instructed the attendant angels to serve a selection of local Sky Island delicacies for Perona to feast on.
Having been raised by Moria since childhood, Perona's experience with fine dining was non-existent; their pirate crew had never even boasted a decent chef.
Consequently, she had never tasted anything remotely as delicious. Overwhelmed, she ate without restraint, devouring the food voraciously – a desperate outlet for her complex emotions.
A small, choked "Woo woo~" escaped Perona's lips as she suddenly began to whimper, having eaten too quickly.
James couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, while a nearby angel promptly offered her a glass of water to soothe her.
"Don't worry," James said, his smile doting, "no one is competing with you for food." He found himself wondering, Why does it feel like I'm taking care of a child?
After recovering, Perona's sudden guilt stole her appetite. "Oh... Lord Moria must be suffering terribly right now," she murmured, "and here I am, eating and enjoying everything. Isn't that... a little wrong?"
"Don't worry, eat," James reassured her. "Moriah certainly hopes you can live well here. If he knew your current situation, he would undoubtedly reflect on how he raised you."
"Woo~" Despite her misgivings, Perona found herself unable to resist the tantalizing food. She opened her mouth slightly, resuming her meal, giving in to the temptation.
Once she had finished eating, James led her to a private palace where they spoke at length about future plans and even Moria's eventual fate.
[R-18 Scene]
The corridor that led to her chamber was high and vaulted, lanterns casting soft golden light against the polished marble. James moved beside Perona, his stride steady and imperial, his hand resting at the small of her back as though he were guiding not a prisoner spared by whim, but a delicate treasure newly claimed.
[Perona IMG]
She tilted her chin up in bratty defiance, skirts swishing, twin tails bouncing, her pout exaggerated as if to remind him that she had not yielded willingly.
But her steps betrayed nerves, quick and uneven, her gloved fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.
When they reached her chamber, its door carved with motifs of clouds and birds, James did not release her. He guided her through, closing the door with a deliberate echoing thud, the sound reverberating in the silken chamber heavy with incense.
She turned sharply toward him, eyes wide and gleaming, as though ready to demand what came next, but his silence pressed on her more than any command.
He let his gaze travel over her—the snug white top that framed her collarbones, the red skirt flirting with her thighs, the stockings hugging the pale length of her legs until they disappeared into the bright red boots. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, filled with an easy dominance that left no room for retreat.
"Kiss me, Perona."
Her lips parted, eyes flashing indignation like a child told to behave. "W-what? You think you can just—" she huffed, twisting one boot against the carpet, arms folding under her chest.
But the insecurity trembled at the edges of her defiance, her tongue darting nervously over her lower lip as though she knew the moment had already trapped her.
"Do it," he pressed, leaning closer, his shadow falling over her petite form. His tone carried no harshness, but the warmth of command, a dangerous mixture of demand and indulgence.
Perona's face flared pink.
She squeezed her eyes shut, puffed her cheeks in dramatized irritation, then darted forward like a stubborn child fulfilling a dare.
💖Her lips crashed against his in the clumsiest brush, more a flustered press than anything resembling a kiss. She pulled back almost instantly with a squeak, arms flailing slightly.
James's laugh filled the chamber, deep, rolling, yet not cruel. "That," he teased, lips quirking as he caught her chin in his fingers, "was the most immature little peck I've ever been given."
💖Her pout deepened, voice pitching into a whine. "It was my first kiss, you jerk! What do you expect, perfection?" She stomped one boot for emphasis, cheeks scarlet.
He drew her against him before she could retreat, arms wrapping firm around her slender frame, pulling her flush to his chest.
She gasped, hands caught awkwardly between them, eyes darting up in confusion before his lips descended.
💖 His kiss was deliberate, lingering, coaxing rather than taking, the press slow until her lips parted instinctively beneath his.
"Mmmph—" her muffled protest melted into a shiver as his tongue teased the seam of her lips, then slipped past, tasting her in a deep, open-mouthed kiss that stole her breath.
He did not rush; his pace was patient, savoring, lips tugging at hers, tongues brushing, retreating, meeting again until her knees threatened to soften beneath her.
"Ahh—" she sighed when he pulled fractionally back, only for his mouth to wander lower, grazing her jawline, then her throat.
💖He kissed slowly along the pale column of her neck, each press warm and unhurried, lingering until she whimpered softly, caught between indignation and surrender.
His lips found the curve of her collarbone, tracing with heat, his breath spilling against her skin as if to brand her.
"Mmmm~"
Her hands had found their way to his tunic, clutching the fabric as though she might push him away, yet her body betrayed her, arching into each kiss, her breaths coming shorter.
His lips returned to hers once more, this time hungrier, his tongue gliding deep as if to remind her that he intended to show her what a real kiss was meant to be.
Their mouths fused, open, wet, breath mingling until she trembled, eyes fluttering shut, lips softening completely against his.
💖When at last he pulled back, still holding her tightly, his forehead rested against hers, his voice husky. "Now that," he murmured, brushing her swollen lips with his thumb, "is a kiss you will never forget."
Perona's face was flushed crimson, her pout collapsed into dazed half-smile, half-scowl, her breath ragged against his.
She tried to hide her trembling with an exaggerated huff, but the warmth in her eyes betrayed her surrender, at least for this moment, in his arms.
Her breath still came shallow against his mouth, the air between them tasting of shared heat when James tightened his hold. One arm wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her tighter to his chest, the other sliding boldly down the curve of her side.
💖His hand cupped her breast through the snug white fabric, the squeeze deliberate, slow, his thumb rolling lazily over the thin barrier until she let out a startled whimper against his lips.
"Ahhh—!" her voice muffled into the kiss, her fists balling tighter in the fabric of his tunic. She tried to twist her head, cheeks blazing, but he caught her chin with his mouth, tilting her back into another deep, open-mouthed kiss that left her lips pliant, her tongue clumsy against his as he guided her.
"Mmmnn—" she breathed into him, every sound swallowed by his insistence.
💖His other hand trailed lower, possessive, down the small of her back, then over the curve of her skirted hips until his palm filled with the shape of her ass. He squeezed firmly through the red fabric, fingers digging lightly as if to claim what was his.
"Nnngh~"
Her thighs pressed together at the contact, stockings brushing as she squirmed, but her body leaned unconsciously into him, her chest pushing harder against the hand that kneaded her breast.
The protest on her tongue dissolved in another shaky moan, caught between indignation and a need she didn't know how to name.
James pulled back only enough to laugh softly against her lips, a teasing growl of satisfaction.
"You taste so much better when you stop pretending to fight me," he murmured, before kissing her again, deeper, swallowing her whimper as his hands continued to roam, one squeezing her breast, the other cupping her ass, keeping her pinned against the hard lines of his body.
💖Perona's nails dug faintly into his chest through his tunic as though to protest, but her lips clung desperately to his, her tongue meeting his again, breathless and wet.
His kiss was everything hers had not been—commanding, lingering, teasing, devouring—until she sagged into him with a frustrated, breathy moan, her body betraying her bratty pride entirely.
💖Her chest was heaving by the time his hands abandoned their teasing squeezes and moved to her clothes. She jolted when his fingers found the hem of her white top, tugging it upward.
"H-hey! You can't just—" she squeaked, crossing her arms half-heartedly over her chest.
But James only gave her a knowing smirk, one brow lifting with quiet amusement at her dramatics, before tugging firmly.
The top slipped free, fluttering to the carpet.
💖Perona's bratty glare faltered when she realized she now stood in nothing but her gothic-styled black bra, the delicate lace hugging her chest, exposing more of her pale skin than she was ready to show.
Before she could even retreat, he was on one knee before her, unhurried, imperial in his patience. His hands slid down, fingers working at the waistband of her short red skirt.
She gasped, pressing her hands against his shoulders as though to halt him, but he merely looked up, eyes glinting with that mix of tenderness and authority.
"Stand still," he ordered gently.
Her lips parted as if to argue, but instead she froze, cheeks aflame, letting him peel the skirt down until it pooled at her boots.
💖 She stood trembling, exposed in her bra and skimpy black panties, stockings hugging her thighs.
She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands, whining, "Ughhh, don't stare so much!"
James chuckled low, brushing her fingers aside, his large hands encircling her thighs. With calm precision he began peeling her stockings down, inch by inch, his knuckles grazing her skin.
Each tug revealed more of her long pale legs until the stockings joined the skirt on the floor.
The boots followed, one after the other, heavy thuds as he pulled them free. Now only her thin white socks remained, a strangely vulnerable contrast against the dark lingerie clinging to her body.
Perona wobbled back a step, desperate to retreat, but he rose to his full height with a predator's grace, guiding her backward with one firm hand at her hip. She stumbled until the backs of her knees hit the edge of her queen-sized bed draped in silk.
James's hand pressed her down gently but unyielding, until she fell onto the mattress with a muffled squeal.
💖He stripped his tunic away in a single pull, revealing the broad muscles of his chest, hard planes flexing under her wide-eyed stare. Only his blue boxers remained, the fabric clinging to his form.
Her pout deepened, her fingers clutching the sheets as she tried to mask her racing pulse with indignation. "Ughhh, you're so full of yourself," she muttered, though her gaze lingered shamelessly on his body.
He climbed onto the bed after her, the mattress dipping under his weight. She tried to scoot away, only for his hand to catch her ankle and drag her smoothly back beneath him.
💖His lips descended, silencing her bratty protests in another open-mouthed kiss. This one was hungrier than before, his tongue sliding deep, his breath hot as he devoured her little whimpers.
"Mmnnn—" her muffled cry dissolved into a whine as his hands found her body again, cupping one breast through her bra, squeezing firmly, fingers kneading the lace.
His other hand claimed the swell of her ass, kneading through the thin fabric of her panties, his thumb brushing near the edge, making her squeak against his mouth.
Her legs shifted against the sheets, toes curling inside her socks, every squirm met with his tightening grip.
The brat in her wanted to push him off, to shout at him, but her lips clung to his kisses instead, each one breaking her down, each tongue-stroke coaxing her deeper into his pace.
"Mmmm~"
💖She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound betraying her far more than her words ever could.
He kissed her again and again, teasing, lingering, breath-sharing kisses that left her dizzy, only to trail lower once more.
His lips brushed her jaw, her throat, tasting the delicate line of her collarbone while his hands continued to roam with bold possession.
Pinned beneath him, Perona felt her body betray her pout, melting into the weight of his body, her voice breaking into a breathless murmur.
"Y-you're such a bully…" she whined, though her hands no longer pushed at him—they clung instead, clutching at his strong shoulders, dragging him closer.
Her bratty whine was cut off in a gasp when James's hands moved behind her, unhooking the clasp of her black bra with effortless authority.
💖The straps slipped from her shoulders, the lace sliding away to bare her breasts, pale skin flushed under the lantern glow. She tried to cover herself with her arms again, pouting through her embarrassment.
"N-no looking!" she squealed, twisting her hips like a child throwing a tantrum.
James caught her wrists and pressed them down into the mattress, pinning her easily.
💖His eyes lingered on the soft swell of her breasts, the curve rising and falling with each nervous breath, the stiff pink of her nipples betraying her arousal. A smirk curved his lips.
"You're beautiful when you pout," he murmured before lowering his head.
"Mmmhhhnnn—ahhh!" Perona's voice broke into a moan as his mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue flicking it in slow, deliberate strokes.
💖He suckled, lips tugging, the heat of his mouth contrasting with the cool air that kissed the dampened peak each time he pulled back with a wet pop.
Her head thrashed against the pillows, twin tails bouncing, her voice filling the chamber. "Ahnn—! N-no, stop, it's embarrassing—mmmhhh ahhhhnnn—!"
💖James switched to her other breast, licking in long circles before dragging his tongue across her hardened nipple and drawing it between his lips.
His teeth grazed lightly, teasing, before another slow suck made her arch her back, her whines rising to sharp cries.
"Uhhhnnnn—James! I-I can't—ahhh! Ohhhhhh—mmmmmhhhhnnn!"
Her body trembled beneath him, her thighs clamping together as the waves built too fast, his relentless mouth alternating between her breasts, sucking, licking, pulling, until her bratty façade shattered completely.
💖She came with a strangled cry, her chest arching upward into his mouth, her nipples stiff against his tongue as her whole body quivered under him.
He pulled back with a chuckle, licking his lips. "Your first climax from your breasts alone… how very sweet."
Perona's face was crimson, her pout softened by the haze in her eyes.
"Y-you're such a pervert," she mumbled breathlessly, but her hips twitched, betraying her.
James's hand slid down, curling around the waistband of her black panties.
💖He tugged them down slowly, ignoring her squeals and squirming kicks until the delicate fabric slipped away, leaving her completely bare save for her little white socks. She tried to cover her pussy with both hands, whining, "Don't stare! Don't you dare—"
But he was already kneeling between her thighs, pushing her knees apart with steady hands until she was spread wide on her royal bed, her dampness glistening under his gaze.
He leaned in, lips brushing her inner thigh, moving closer.
"Ahhhhnnn! N-noooo, not there, you can't—ahhhhhhhnnnn!" Her protest turned into a sharp, needy cry as his tongue pressed against her folds, licking a slow, deliberate stroke from bottom to top.
"Mmnnnnhhh—ohhh, it's too much—ahhhhnnnn James!" she moaned, toes curling in her socks, her thighs trying weakly to clamp around his head only for his strong hands to hold her open.
💖His tongue worked with imperial patience, lapping at her pussy, teasing her clit with flicks that made her squeal, then plunging deep to taste her, sucking greedily as she writhed against the sheets.
He pulled back only to seal his lips over her clit, sucking hard until she screamed.
"UHHHHhnnnnnnn! Ohhhhhh—ahhhhhh—mmmhhhhnnnnngh! I-I'm gonna—ohhhhhhhnnnnnn!"
💖Her hips bucked uncontrollably, back arching as her climax tore through her, wetness spilling against his tongue.
She clutched the sheets in both fists, her bratty cries breaking into high-pitched moans of surrender, her eyes rolling as she came hard, trembling under the overwhelming pleasure.
💖James licked her clean with slow, savoring strokes, his smirk hidden against her folds as she whimpered through the aftershocks, her chest rising and falling.
When he finally looked up at her, his lips glistened, his eyes dark with dominance. "Twice already," he said with quiet amusement, crawling up her body to claim her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply.
💖Perona moaned helplessly into the kiss, her bratty resistance reduced to soft whimpers and trembling thighs, her voice muffled. "Mmmnnnn—y-you're such a meanie…"
The silken canopy of the bed trembled faintly as James shifted above her, his weight settling like the inevitability of the sky itself.
Perona lay spread beneath him, flushed and panting from the waves of pleasure he had already wrung from her body.
💖Her stockings and boots discarded, her bra and panties torn from her in teasing, she was left in only her small white socks, a strangely innocent contrast against the flushed nakedness of the rest of her body.
Her chest still heaved from her release, breasts glistening faintly with the wet sheen of his earlier kisses, nipples stiff and sensitive.
💖Her thighs twitched from the aftershocks, her pussy swollen and damp from his mouth.
Her eyes darted upward when she felt him shift back on his knees. Her bratty pout returned weakly, lips trembling as she tried to hide her nerves. "W-what are you doing now?" she demanded, though the quiver in her voice betrayed the shiver running down her spine.
James hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his blue boxers. His gaze never left hers as he slid them down slowly, deliberately.
💖The fabric peeled away from his body, baring the hard ridges of muscle, and then his cock sprang free, thick and long, veined and heavy, rising proudly toward his stomach. The sight made Perona's eyes go wide, her face igniting crimson.
"W-wha—! Th-that thing?! It's huge! There's no way—no way that's going inside me!" she yelped, kicking her legs lightly, the tips of her white socks brushing against his thigh as though to ward him off.
James chuckled low, the sound rich and teasing.
"And yet… it's yours now, little concubine." His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly, deliberately, letting her see the full intimidating size, the head slicking with his arousal.
Her pout deepened, her eyes wide and shimmering with panic, excitement, and something softer she couldn't name. She crossed her arms over her chest, puffing her cheeks. "Y-you're bullying me…" she muttered.
He leaned down, bracing his weight on his arms so his chest pressed against hers, his cock nudging against her inner thigh, brushing the soft curls of her neatly trimmed pussy. She gasped at the contact, shivering as the heat of him pulsed so close to where she was sensitive.
"Perona," James murmured, his voice husky, his lips brushing her ear. "Are you sure?"
💖Her bratty pout crumbled into something shy and vulnerable. She turned her head aside, hiding her burning face in the pillows, her twin tails spread out like ribbons around her. "I-I… I'm your concubine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "S-so… yes…" Her thighs squeezed together nervously, only for his cock to press tighter between them. "Just… be gentle…"
He kissed her forehead softly, a warmth so out of place for an emperor feared across the seas. "I will."
💖James guided himself lower, the fat head of his cock nudging against the swollen lips of her virgin pussy.
She stiffened instantly, clutching his arms with nervous fingers, nails digging lightly into his skin. "W-wait—ahhhhnnnn!" she squealed as he rubbed slowly up and down her slit, spreading her wetness, pressing deliberately against her tiny entrance.
💖Her whole body trembled, her eyes welling with tears as he began to push. The thick head pressed forward, meeting resistance, her virgin walls clenching desperately tight.
"Uhhhhnnnnnnnnn! Ohhh—oh it hurts—James!" Her legs kicked, toes curling inside her socks, her thighs clamping around his waist.
"Shhh…" He kissed her cheek, her temple, then her forehead again, whispering reassurance between every push. "Relax for me, Perona. Breathe. I'll go slowly. I'll take care of you."
💖He pressed deeper, inch by inch, stretching her untried walls. She sobbed softly, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, her lips trembling as she gasped out high, broken cries. "Ahhhhnnnn—ohhh it's too big—it won't fit—ahhhhhnnnnnnnnnn!"
Her virgin barrier gave way with a sharp sting, her cry muffled against his chest as she bit into his skin to hide her voice.
💖He kissed the top of her head, holding still once he had breached her. Blood streaked faintly onto the sheets beneath her, a small crimson mark of her surrender.
"There," James whispered, brushing her tears away with his thumb. "The worst is over. You're mine now."
💖She whimpered, trembling, her fingers clutching desperately at his arms. "It… it hurts…"
"I know," he soothed, kissing her forehead again. "But soon it will feel good. Trust me."
💖He stayed still until her trembling slowed, until her whines softened into shallow panting. Then, with excruciating patience, he eased forward again, sliding more of his length inside.
Her pussy struggled, clinging desperately to every inch as he stretched her, her walls tight, resisting, then yielding slowly.
"Uhhhhhnnnnnn—ahhhhnnnnnn James! Ohhhhhh—it's too much—it's too muchhhhhh!" she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist as if to anchor herself, her white socks rubbing against his back.
💖James interlaced his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand tightly. "You're doing so well. You're taking me beautifully," he murmured, kissing her forehead again, then her lips, swallowing her cries.
At last, after endless moments, he bottomed out inside her. She gasped loudly, her eyes wide with shock, body quivering under the fullness. "It's all… it's all the way in?! Nnnngh~!"
💖He stayed still, kissing her cheeks where her tears had spilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her virgin cunt. "Yes. You've taken me all."
For a long moment, he held there, letting her adjust. Her nails dug into his back, her breaths shuddering. And then, when she began to relax, he pulled back slowly, only an inch, before sliding forward again.
"Ahhhhnnnnnnn! Ohhhhhh! It feels—so strange—mmmhhhhnnnn!"
Her cries softened, shifting into moans as the pain dulled and the pleasure began to awaken.
💖James kept his pace slow, careful, each thrust deliberate and gentle, his lips never leaving her skin. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, whispering encouragement.
"That's it, Perona. You're opening for me. You're so beautiful like this. My concubine, mine alone."
Her body gradually betrayed her, her hips lifting faintly to meet his slow thrusts, her pussy clenching greedily around him. She whimpered, voice cracking. "Ohhhhhh—ahhhhnnnnnn—it's too good—I c-can't—ohhhhh James!"
💖Her first orgasm took her by surprise, her body shaking violently, legs squeezing his waist tight, her nails scratching his back. "Mmh... ah~ ah~cumming—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn!" Her virgin pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock, milking him desperately.
James held her hand tighter, kissing her forehead as she cried out beneath him. "Good girl," he whispered against her skin. "Your first time and already cumming for me. I'm so proud of you."
She sobbed, half from embarrassment, half from pleasure, hiding her face against his shoulder as she trembled.
But he didn't stop.
💕PLAP! PLAP! 💕
His slow thrusts continued, dragging against her most sensitive places, each stroke coaxing her higher.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—it's too much—I'm gonna—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn againnnn!" she wailed, legs trembling, her white socks rubbing desperately against his lower back as she wrapped herself tighter around him.
💖Her second orgasm broke her more completely, tears streaming from her eyes as she screamed his name. "James! James! Ahhhhhh… James!" Her pussy clenched so hard he had to grit his teeth, the tightness unbearable.
He kissed her fiercely through it, whispering, "That's it. Let it out. You're perfect. You're mine."
"Ahh~!"
"Nnngh~"
"Mmmm~"
Her body shuddered violently, and still he thrust, never rough, always deliberate, making her take every inch of him. She shook beneath him, overwhelmed, yet clinging to him desperately, unable to push him away.
💖Her third climax came as his pace deepened, his thrusts pressing harder, still measured but more insistent, his balls slapping faintly against her as her pussy yielded fully to him.
She screamed his name again, her nails clawing down his back as she arched, her entire body tightening around him.
James groaned, the restraint finally snapping as her virgin cunt clenched around him with desperate need. "Perona—ahhhhnnnn—I'm going to—" He kissed her lips, swallowing her sobbing cries, before thrusting deep, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
"Fuck…" His cock pulsed inside her, hot cum spilling deep into her virgin womb, flooding her until it began to leak around the tight seal of her pussy.
Her body trembled beneath him, overstimulated, tears streaking her cheeks as she moaned into his mouth. "Ahhhhhhhnnn—s-so full—"
💖He held her through it, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, whispering praise as her orgasm bled into his, as his seed filled her completely. Their bodies shook together, sweat mingling, their hands still clasped tight.
At last, when her trembling softened, he stayed buried inside her, holding her close, brushing her hair back gently. "You were perfect," he whispered, kissing her forehead again. "Brave. Beautiful. Mine."
💖Perona sniffled against his chest, her bratty pout gone, replaced by dazed surrender. "Y-you're such a bully," she whispered weakly, though her arms clung around him, her legs still wrapped tight around his waist.
He smiled, stroking her hair, comforting her as her body finally stilled. "Rest, little ghost princess. You belong to me now."
And as his cum leaked slowly from her stretched pussy onto the royal sheets, he held her tightly, his lips never leaving her skin, whispering praises until her eyes fluttered gently in exhausted bliss.
The silks of the imperial bed were already damp with sweat and streaked with blood and seed, the canopy heavy with the scent of sex.
Perona lay sprawled across the pillows, her face flushed, twin tails tangled and loose, her socks half-slipped from her feet.
💖Her thighs glistened with the evidence of her virgin surrender, his cum leaking steadily from her swollen slit.
Her pout was broken, lips swollen from endless kisses, her bratty protests softened into breathy whimpers. But James—Emperor of Sky Island—was not finished.
💖Even after claiming her virginity, after filling her womb with his seed, his hunger did not abate.
He gazed down at her with a mixture of dominance and tenderness, his cock still hard, slick with their mingled fluids.
His concubine lay trembling beneath him, too sore to summon her usual tantrums, yet when he bent down and whispered, "We're not done, Perona. Tonight, you'll know you're mine in every way," she only whimpered and nodded, too dazed to resist, her heart fluttering wildly.
Missionary (First Round)
💖James began again where her first time had left off, lowering himself above her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress. His cock slid once more against her soaked entrance, the blunt head nudging, smearing his cum against her folds. She gasped, tears pricking her eyes at the ache of being entered again so soon.
"Ahhhhhh—James—it's sore, I c-can't—"
"Shhh." He kissed her forehead, then her lips, deep and lingering, tongue stroking hers.
His hand clasped hers tightly, fingers intertwined, his other hand cupping her cheek. "Breathe with me. Trust me. I'll make it feel good again."
💖He pushed slowly, stretching her tender walls inch by inch until his cock was fully buried inside her again.
She whimpered into his mouth, her hands clutching the sheets at first, then clutching him instead. The pain gave way to fullness, then to a slow blooming heat that made her moan softly against his lips.
"Mmmmhhhhnnnnnn—ahhhhhh!" Her voice rose, muffled as his tongue claimed hers, his hips rocking gently, unhurried. Each thrust drew long strokes against her inner walls, his cock gliding through the slick mess of blood and cum, filling her to the hilt. Her legs, still clad in her white socks, wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper despite her whimpers.
"Good girl," he murmured between kisses, his forehead pressed to hers. "Every inch of you is mine now."
Her tears streaked her cheeks, but not from pain this time—from the overwhelming sensation of being joined so deeply. Her bratty heart melted in his arms, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Ahhhhhhhnnnnnn—James—I-I'm cumming again—ahhhhhh!"
💖Her pussy clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper as she writhed beneath him. He groaned, kissing her lips fiercely as her orgasm fluttered through her. His thrusts slowed, savoring her, whispering praise into her ear until she collapsed limp, trembling, beneath him.
Doggy Style
Perona had barely caught her breath when James rolled her gently onto her stomach. She whined in protest, burying her face in the pillows. "Nooo—don't make me do more—I'm tired, I'm sore—"
"Hands and knees," he commanded softly, guiding her hips upward. She pouted, kicking her legs weakly, but he positioned her body with steady hands, lifting her ass high, her face still buried in the pillows.
💖Her pale cheeks glowed pink under the lantern light, her pussy glistening as his cum dripped down her thighs. He stroked her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh, then spread her open to admire the swollen folds and the stretched ring of her virgin cunt.
She squealed into the pillow, muffling her bratty protests. "D-don't look there—it's embarrassing!"
💖James only chuckled and lined his cock up with her entrance. He pressed forward, sinking slowly into her from behind. The angle made her cry out, her arms buckling. "Ahhhhnnnn! Ohhhhhh—it's too deep—it's so deep this way!"
Her pussy clamped tightly around him, her body shuddering as his hips met her ass with a slow smack.
💕 SMACK! SMACK! 💕
He gripped her waist, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnnn—ohhhhhh James—stop—it's embarrassing—ahhhhhh!" But her cries soon melted into broken moans, her hips rocking back unconsciously to meet his thrusts.
💕 SMACK! SMACK! 💕
The slapping of skin filled the room, her whimpers punctuated by the squelch of his cock sliding into her soaked, messy cunt. Her bratty façade dissolved completely, her back arching as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"Y-you're bullying me—ahhhhhh—but it feels—sooooogood—ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn!"
💖James bent over her, pressing kisses along her spine, whispering against her skin. "You're perfect like this. Every part of you takes me so well."
When she came again, it was loud, her voice breaking into high-pitched screams muffled by the pillows. "Ahhhhhhhnnnnnn—I'm c-cumming—ohhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!" Her pussy spasmed around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that he groaned, spilling another load inside her womb. Cum leaked out immediately, dripping down her thighs as she collapsed onto the bed, trembling violently.
Spoon
When she stirred again, Perona whimpered and tried to roll away from him, curling into a ball like a sulking child. "I-I can't do any more… you're cruel…"
💖James only smiled, pulling her into his arms from behind, spooning her against his chest. His cock pressed against her ass, still hard, smearing her inner thighs with sticky cum. He kissed her shoulder softly, his hand sliding over her breast, squeezing gently.
"You can take more," he whispered against her ear, nibbling the lobe. "I'll hold you this time. You don't have to move."
She shivered, trembling in his arms. "Y-you're relentless…" she muttered, though her voice broke when his cock nudged against her entrance again.
💖Guiding his shaft down, he pushed slowly into her from behind, her legs trembling as his cock stretched her sore pussy again. She gasped, clutching his forearm tightly. "Ahhhhhnn—it still sore—but it feels—ohhhhhh!"
He moved slowly, rocking into her from behind, his chest pressed to her back, his lips kissing her neck and shoulder. His hand stroked her stomach, then her clit, circling slowly to heighten her sensitivity.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnnnn—James! You're making me—ohhhhhhnnnnnn!"
💖Her body writhed in his arms, but he held her steady, whispering praise, his thrusts unhurried but deep, filling her with steady strokes. She moaned breathlessly, her bratty pout replaced by soft whimpers.
When she came again, she clung to him desperately, trembling in his arms, her pussy spasming as she sobbed into the sheets. "Nnngh~ ohhhhhh—I'm cumming again—Mmmm~!"
James groaned against her neck, spilling into her again, cum leaking around his cock to soak the sheets. He held her tightly, kissing her temple, whispering, "You're mine, Perona, every part of you."
Cowgirl
Despite her exhaustion, James rolled onto his back, pulling Perona atop him. She squeaked in protest, pounding his chest with tiny fists. "N-no! I can't—my legs are shaking—I can't do this!"
He gripped her hips, holding her above his cock. "You can. Ride me, Perona. Show me you're mine too."
💖She pouted, her face burning scarlet. "You—you're the worst emperor ever!" she cried, but he guided her down, his cock stretching her open once more. She gasped, her nails clawing his chest as his shaft filled her completely.
"Ahhhnnnn! It's so deep—it feels so weird this way—Mmmmm…!"
She rocked awkwardly at first, her bratty protests loud, but soon her body betrayed her. Her hips began to roll, bouncing lightly, her breasts jiggling as she rode him. Her cries grew louder, less embarrassed, more needy.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnnnn—James! I-I can't stop—it feels too good—ohhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!"
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He gripped her hips tighter, helping her move, his cock slamming deeper with each bounce. Her face crumpled, her mouth open in shameless moans. When her orgasm hit, she collapsed onto his chest, screaming his name as her pussy milked his cock violently.
"Ahhhhhhh—I'm cumming again James!"
He groaned, spilling into her once more, their fluids overflowing as they leaked down his shaft onto his stomach.
Lotus
Finally, James pulled her into his lap, crossing his legs beneath him, guiding her thighs around his waist. He slid into her slowly, both of them upright, bodies pressed together. She sobbed softly, clinging to his shoulders, too exhausted to even pretend defiance.
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her lips gently. "One last time, my concubine."
💖She trembled, but she didn't resist. She buried her face in his neck as he rocked his hips, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. His arms wrapped tightly around her back, her breasts pressed to his chest.
Each thrust was slow, deliberate, their bodies grinding together in deep intimacy. She moaned softly into his neck, her voice broken and breathless. "Aaanh!—it feels so close—I can feel all of you—ohhhhhh!"
💖They kissed endlessly, tongues entwined, foreheads pressed together. Her pussy fluttered weakly around him, her final orgasm pulling sobs from her lips as tears streaked her cheeks.
"Ahhhh—I-I can't—it's too much—ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnn I'm cumming again!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
James groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled his final load inside her, hot cum flooding her womb, overflowing to leak steadily down her thighs.
💖She collapsed in his arms, near unconscious, trembling from overstimulation. He held her close, their bodies still joined, his lips kissing her damp cheeks.
"You're mine," he whispered, stroking her hair as she drifted. "You've given me everything tonight. Rest, Perona. I'll hold you."
They fell together into the silken sheets, still intertwined, his cock softening inside her cum-soaked pussy. She whimpered once more, then sighed, her bratty façade gone, replaced by surrender.
James wrapped his arms around her, pulling the blanket over them, his lips on her forehead as she slipped into exhausted sleep. He stayed awake, watching her, content, his body unwearied, but his heart full with the sight of his concubine finally at peace in his arms.
[R-18 Scene End]
Eventually, Perona, exhausted from the day's barrage of mental and physical shocks, drifted into a deep sleep with James by her side.
The forceful invasion of the terrifying three-masted sailboat, and her subsequent compelled signing of a life-for-life contract with him, sleeping with him had taken a considerable toll.
Perhaps after a night of sound rest, she would finally be able to relax and begin to accept her new identity as James's Divine concubine.
James then rose, leaving Perona to her sleep.
With the assistance of the angels, he tidied his attire, preparing to proceed to the main palace.
By now, he calculated, the priests should have brought Pekoms and BaronTamago back.
In the Palace Hall...
Within the vast palace hall, divine soldiers stood in rigid formation along both sides, their gazes fixed ahead into the open space.
The priests, along with Pekoms and Tamago, waited in quiet anticipation for James's arrival.
Tamago stood perfectly upright, leaning elegantly on his cane, a thoughtful murmur escaping his lips: "I never imagined that the Divine Emperor James actually resided on the legendary Sky Island - Skypiea. He is truly the god of this place. No wonder he dares to claim such a title!"
Pekoms, meanwhile, glanced around curiously. Noting the serious demeanor of everyone present, he surreptitiously scratched his large behind out of boredom, yet felt a secret unease. `This is quite a grand display,´ he thought. `And while these soldiers' individual strength seems average, they've all learned basic Haki, even in Paradise... this God James certainly doesn't seem like a mere 300 million bounty holder~ Gah~´
After a noticeable wait, Baron Tamago remained composed, showing no hint of impatience. Pekoms, however, could no longer contain himself.
"Hey! When will James arrive?" he demanded.
"We have already reported your presence to the Lord God," Shura stated, his voice even. "He commands everything within the Divine Kingdom. You must not utter anything that offends the God, or you will die without ever knowing why!"
Shura dismissed Pekoms's abrasive tone, regarding him as little more than a vulgar beast.
Tamago, by contrast, struck him as remarkably polite and refined.
"You!" Pekoms, known for his short temper, couldn't help but clench his fists. Beside him, Tamago calmly raised his cane, a subtle signal for him to settle down.
"Pekoms," Tamago interjected, his voice low, "the mission is urgent."
No sooner had the words left his lips than a sudden, immense pressure descended upon both of them.
It was a tangible force, though not physically harmful but spiritually constrained them both. Simultaneously, with a crackling burst of electricity, James materialized on the throne high above the hall.
"How is this possible? This level of Conqueror's Haki is even more powerful than Mama's?" Pekoms gasped inwardly, a cold sweat breaking out across his fur under the immense, crushing pressure.
`How can someone like this only have a 300 million bounty? Foolish Navy! How could they issue such a paltry reward based on his meager combat record?´
Tamago, meanwhile, remained utterly motionless, stoically enduring the weight on his shoulders.
He had initially dismissed James, whose bounty seemed so low, viewing him merely as a gentlemanly figure whose demeanor was pleasant.
But now he understood a crucial lesson: bounty and true strength were not always equivalent.
If he couldn't break the habit of judging power solely by reward posters, he would undoubtedly face significant losses in the future.
"Oh~ The Mink Tribe and the Long-Legged Tribe," James remarked, a faint smile playing on his lips as he withdrew his oppressive Conqueror's Haki.
"Truly two eye-catching races." He then formally addressed them: "My name is God James. I am pleased to welcome two guests who have traveled so far. I understand you are from the Big Mom Pirates, and you wish to propose a marriage alliance with me?"
"Unc— My name is Pekoms," he corrected himself quickly, the terrifying impression of James's Haki still fresh in his mind, abandoning his initial impudence. "My mother saw your bounty poster and praised you highly. She wishes to marry you and bring you under her protection."
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