Aria's Pov
I always knew Boa Hancock was dramatic, but I didn't think she'd take it this far.
One second I was following her into a private chamber in the palace, bracing myself for interrogation. I had my lies lined up like soldiers: No, I don't know what men look like. Yes, I definitely only like women. No, I'm not a spy.
The next second, she was naked.
Completely, gloriously, unfairly naked.
I froze like an idiot in the doorway. My jaw dropped. My brain screamed don't stare while my eyes absolutely stared. Her breasts were ridiculous, her waist tiny, her hips dangerous, her legs endless.
She tilted her chin, smirking like a cat that caught a mouse. "Well? Already trembling? My beauty will reveal the truth."
Oh no. She was trying to use her devil fruit again, seduce me into stone. And my dumb ass was definitely reacting.
Think, Aria, THINK.
So I did the only thing that came to mind: I stripped as well.
Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing again. But I saw it — I rattled her.
"Two can play this game," I shot back, tossing my clothes aside, trying to look confident even though my entire body screamed bad idea. "What? Did you think I'd just stand here and let you put me at a disadvantage?"
We glared at each other, naked, ten inches apart.
Then she sneered. "You are insufferable."
"And you're bossy."
"You're reckless."
"You're arrogant."
"You lack grace."
"You lack a hairline."
We were nose-to-nose now, breasts brushing, both of us red-faced and too stubborn to back down.
"And the mark on your back? Looks like a cool tattoo."
Her whole body tensed. My heart dropped. Shitshitshit. I wasn't supposed to know about that mark — the Celestial Dragon brand.
But instead of fury, her head tilted. "You think… it looks cool?"
Her voice cracked. Just barely.
I scrambled. "Yeah. Striking. Like a warrior's scar. Honestly? It suits you."
Her gaze softened, just slightly. "Say more."
So I did. Because I can't shut up to save my life. "The mark—whatever it is, really compliments you. Your hair's perfect too. Your legs go on forever. Your whole body looks sculpted out of divine spite."
Her lips curved into a smug little smile. "And you… are not unworthy."
Not unworthy?! Lady, I was standing here naked, fighting for my life and lust, and she had the nerve—
Then she kissed me.
Her mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding. My brain fried. My body lit up. I kissed her back with every ounce of chaotic energy I had. Teeth, tongue, heat—it was messy, it was hungry, it was everything.
Her hand grabbed my breast, squeezing, making me gasp into her mouth. My hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until our bodies ground together. My thighs trembled. Heat pooled deep in my belly.
Her kiss had already fried my brain, but when Boa Hancock shoved me back onto the couch and straddled me like I was nothing more than a mortal to be conquered, I realized: I was in so much trouble.
Her lips moved down my neck, nipping, claiming, her breasts brushing mine with every shift. My heart raced like I'd swallowed a drum. When her hand cupped me, I gasped against her mouth.
"You are trembling," she purred, her voice smug and sultry. "My beauty reduces you to nothing."
God, she was so full of herself. But the worst part? She wasn't wrong.
"Maybe I'm trembling because you're heavy," I shot back, grinning like an idiot even as I moaned when her fingers pressed harder.
Her eyes narrowed. "Insolent."
And then, because I have the survival instincts of a suicidal squirrel, I shoved her. Not hard enough to really move her — she was strong — but just enough to flip us. Somehow I landed between her legs, kneeling on the floor with her thighs spread open above me.
And oh, holy hell.
Her core glistened, her scent heady and intoxicating. My mouth watered. She looked every bit the goddess people worshipped her as — except right now, she wasn't untouchable. She was open. Vulnerable.
Her brows arched, that smug mask slipping just a little. "You wouldn't dare—"
"Oh, I dare," I muttered, before lowering my mouth to her.
The first lick nearly undid me. She was slick, warm, salty-sweet. The taste of Boa Hancock was a sin carved into my tongue. Her thighs immediately clamped around my head, and she gasped, the sound sharp and real.
I groaned, burying my face deeper. My tongue lapped broad strokes over her folds, then circled her clit, teasing. Her hips jerked, and she cursed under her breath.
"Impudent girl—" she hissed, breathless, "—who told you to—ahh—"
Her words broke into moans as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it mercilessly. I slid two fingers into her at the same time, curling up until I felt that spongy spot deep inside. Her body arched like a bow.
"Ohhh—Aria—"
Hearing my name moaned by the Pirate Empress herself? Yeah, that was enough to keep me going for hours.
I pumped my fingers in and out, fast and deliberate, tongue working her clit, every sound she made fueling me. Hancock was unraveling — her regal poise shattered, her voice turning guttural, needy.
"You—filthy… ahh… insolent—keep going—don't stop—"
"Not planning to," I gasped against her, saliva mixing with her wetness as I devoured her like a starving woman.
Her hand tangled in my hair, yanking me closer, grinding against my mouth. Her moans filled the chamber, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the walls. The most beautiful woman alive was riding my face, and I was in heaven.
When she came, she shattered. Her back arched, thighs trembling around me, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as her juices spilled over my tongue. I licked her clean, savoring every drop like a greedy worshipper at the altar of the Snake Empress.
I sat back, panting, my face soaked. My chin dripped. I grinned up at her like the absolute menace I am. "Still think I'm unworthy?"
Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing with each ragged breath. Her flushed face turned down to glare at me — though her lips trembled. "You… are insufferable."
She flipped me and climbed over me, pressing our slick centres together, grinding down.
Oh. Oh no.
"Ohhh my god," I gasped, clutching her waist as our clits brushed, sparks shooting through me. "Holy shit, you're really—ohhh—"
She smirked down at me, face flushed, hair a wild mess, sweat dripping between her breasts. "Now you will learn what it means… to be conquered by me."
Her hips rolled, grinding harder. Wetness smeared between us, every movement friction and fire. Our clits dragged against each other, our cries mingling. I couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop bucking up to meet her rhythm.
"Fuckfuckfuck—Hancock!"
"Yes," she gasped, biting her lip, eyes dark. "Moan my name—louder—let the world know who ruins you."
Her dirty talk was devastating. Every word made my pussy throb harder, made the heat between us unbearable. Our breasts bounced together, sweat slicking us as we moved faster, wilder, grinding like animals.
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Just her, her body, her voice commanding me to give in.
"Say it," she snarled, grinding down with punishing force. "Say I'm the most beautiful."
"I—I—oh god—" My climax ripped through me, making me scream, nails clawing her back. "You're the most beautiful!"
Her own orgasm tore from her, her body convulsing against mine, juices mixing, our cries echoing in sync.
We collapsed in a tangled, sticky heap, panting, shaking, utterly wrecked. My hair was plastered to my face, my thighs quivering.
For a long moment, we just breathed. The air was thick with sex and sweat.
Then she lifted her head, eyes blazing even as her lips curved smugly.
"You… pass."