The scent of ripe tangerines hung heavy in the air of the Cocoasi grove, mixing with the salt of the distant sea and the musk of raw, exerting sex.

Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the grass where Bellemere stood braced against a rough-barked tree.

Her fingers dug into the wood, splinters catching under her nails as she gripped it for support. Sweat slicked her back, catching the light. Her red ponytail whipped back and forth with the violence of the motion.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

The sound was rhythmic, a wet, meaty percussion that silenced the usual chirping of the island insects.

Lakeman stood behind her, his hands locked onto her hips, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. He didn’t just fuck her; he dismantled her composure, driving his cock into her ass with a force that made her knees buckle and her breath hitch in jagged gasps.

"Ummhh, master."

The moan was torn from her throat, high and desperate, as his hand came down on her right cheek.

Smack.

The sound echoed through the rows of trees.

Pale flesh jiggled, the impact rippling across her skin like a stone dropped in a pond. She didn’t pull away. She arched her back deeper, presenting herself, a silent plea for more.

Lakeman grinned, his fingers tightening in her hair. He yanked her head back, forcing her spine into a painful, pleasurable curve.

"Look at you," he muttered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her back. "A mother of the two, begging for my cock in the dirt."

Bellemere could only whimper, her eyes rolling back. The degradation washed over her, hot and intoxicating, dissolving the resistance she might have once held. Her hips moved on their own now, a desperate, grinding automation to meet the pistoning of his cock, chasing the friction that lit up her nerves.

Nearby, on a spread of silk cloths laid out over the grass, a picnic was underway. It was a scene of bizarre domesticity.

Wine glasses clinked softly. Slices of fruit and cheese were passed around. But the eyes of the women present were fixed on the rutting couple by the tree.

Nico Robin leaned back on her elbows, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. She took a sip of wine, swirling the dark liquid before pointing a manicured finger toward a dense thicket of orange bushes some fifty yards away.

"Two peeping toms," she murmured, a devilish curve touching her lips. "Hiding there for hours. They think they’re invisible, watching their adoptive mother get pounded senseless by Master Lakeman."

Makino, who sat arranging a platter of tangerines, followed Robin’s gaze. She tilted her head, her expression softening with curiosity.

"Is it Nami and Nojiko?"

"Of course," Robin replied, her chuckle rich and knowing. "Fufufu. Ever since they walked in on Master taking Bellemere and me in the bathroom a few days ago, they’ve been quite addicted to the show."

Mirana, sitting with her legs crossed and back perfectly straight, offered a nonchalant shrug. "It is good. They are learning how to serve the Master in the future. I can see it in their bone structure. They will be beauties when they grow up."

Lily, popping a grape into her mouth, grinned. "Indeed. Master has already arranged for a detachment of CP agents to remain here after we leave. They won’t just protect Bellemere and the girls; they’ll manage the expansion of the orange business according to Master’s specifications."

She swallowed, the juice staining her lips. "More importantly, those agents are in charge of nutrition and medicine. We need Nami and Nojiko to ripen quickly. Master wants to taste them together with their mother."

Makino blinked, looking down at her hands. "It will still take a few years, wouldn’t it?"

Lily laughed, a sharp, bright sound. " Makino. You have heard about Boa Hancock, haven’t you?"

"The Pirate Empress?" Makino asked. "Captain of the Kuja Pirates? They say she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"She is," Lily agreed. "But she was also only twelve when slavers caught her. Fortunate for her and her sisters that they were bought by Saint Lakeman instead of some common Celestial Dragon who enjoys torture more than beauties."

Lily leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "After nurturing her with the highest nutrition, the best medicines, and techniques available only within the World Government, she became fully ripe for taking. Not just physically. She was taught every technique to please a man. Master has been enjoying every hole of her since then."

Makino’s eyes widened, her breath hitching slightly as she imagined it.

Lily sat back, satisfied. "So, Nami and Nojiko will be ready in a few months. A year, perhaps. Not decades."

"For now," Robin interrupted, gesturing with her wine glass toward the tree, "Master is more interested in plowing their mother."

They turned to watch.

Lakeman had pulled Bellemere away from the tree. He pushed her down onto the grass, her legs spreading instinctively. He mounted her, driving his cock into her pussy now, switching holes to claim every part of her.

Bellemere cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging in.

"Aahh, harder, oohh, master!"

Pah. Squish. Pah.

The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the grove, mingling with Bellemere’s whimpers and Lakeman’s grunts.

He lowered his head to her chest, sucking on her tits, biting the soft skin with possessive purple bruises. She writhed beneath him, lost in the storm of sensation, pushing her chest up into his mouth, eager for the pain and pleasure.

—

Farther back, hidden behind the thick foliage of the orange trees, two small figures crouched in the dirt.

Nami pressed her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and unblinking. Beside her, Nojiko was frozen, her breathing shallow and ragged.

They had been disgusted at first. Days ago, when they first stumbled upon the scene, watching the man—who treated the house like a hotel—fuck their mother like a slut had made their stomachs turn. They had wanted to run, to scream, to find Gen-san.

But they hadn’t.

They stayed.

And then they watched him take the dark-haired stranger, Robin. And then the other women. Day after day.

They saw the way their mother’s face twisted, not in pain, but in something terrifyingly like ecstasy. They saw the reverence in the eyes of the other women as they knelt before him. They saw the power he radiated, a raw, magnetic dominance that seemed to bend the air around him.

Now, the disgust was gone, replaced by a gnawing, heat-heavy ache in their bellies.

Nami watched the way Lakeman’s muscles flexed as he moved, the glistening sweat on his back, the absolute control he exerted over Bellemere. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She squeezed her thighs together, a strange, unfamiliar throb pulsing between them.

"Look," Nojiko whispered, her voice barely a breath. "He’s... he’s looking at her like she belongs to him."

"She does," Nami murmured back, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

They didn’t know they were exposed.

To the women lounging on the blankets, and especially to the man plowing Bellemere in the grass, the two girls were as visible as if they were standing in broad daylight. Observation Haki was a tricky thing; to the uninitiated, it was intuition. To Lakeman and his seasoned followers, it was a high-definition radar.

Lakeman felt the fluctuations in their signatures—their rapid heartbeats, the spike in their arousal—mingling with the scent of the oranges. He didn’t miss a beat. He simply grinned against Bellemere’s skin and drove into her harder, letting the sound carry to the bushes.

Let them watch. Let them learn.

—

Hours bled into the afternoon. The sun began its slow descent, casting long, golden shadows across the grove.

Lakeman finally pulled away from Bellemere, who lay gasping and limp in the grass, her body trembling with aftershocks. He stood, stretching his arms over his head, his cock still hard, glistening with the proof of his conquests.

"Makino," he said, his voice carrying easily across the clearing.

The bartender from the Goa Kingdom perked up immediately. She set down the wine glass and crawled toward him on hands and knees, her movements practiced and eager. She didn’t speak; she knew her role.

Lakeman lay back on the grass, cushioning his head with his arms.

Makino descended on him. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling to catch the mixed flavors of Bellemere and his own pre-cum.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, her green hair cascading down to tickle his thighs. She sucked with a fervor that bordered on religious worship, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length.

A shadow fell over his face.

Lakeman opened his eyes to see Nico Robin straddling his chest. She offered him a slow, seductive smile before reaching down to pull the cups of her purple leather bodysuit down. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and perfect, the dark nipples already pebbled with anticipation.

She dangled them above his mouth, just out of reach, teasing him.

"Hungry, Master?"

Lakeman didn’t answer with words. He lunged upward, capturing a nipple between his teeth. He bit down, not gently, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Robin.

"Aaah," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him closer. "Yes... just like that."

He feasted on her, switching between the heavy mounds, sucking and biting, leaving his own mark on the woman who had outsmarted the entire world government.

One hand slid up her thigh, squeezing her ass, while the other kneaded the soft flesh of her tit, massaging it roughly as he ate.

The pleasure was absolute. The grass beneath him, the worship of Makino’s mouth, the taste of Robin’s skin—it was a king’s banquet.

Then, the mental link buzzed.

It was a sensation like a tap on the back of the skull, distinct from the physical sensations. Shakky.

Lakeman’s mind sharpened even as his hips bucked up into Makino’s mouth.

’Mmh, Shakky,’ he sent, his mental voice lazy. ’Why are you contacting me? Is there a problem?’

’It seems Master is enjoying himself,’ came the reply, silky and laced with amusement, ’and has forgotten about my aching heart. My cunt is in dire need of Master’s treatment.’

He smiled around Robin’s nipple. ’I’m sure it is. Plotting is thirsty work.’

’But business first,’ Shakky purred, her tone shifting. The playfulness vanished, replaced by cold steel. ’Master, it seems Shanks’ death at your hand has provoked quite a lot of people. Kaido and Linlin seem to have allied. They are heading to Sabaody with their crews.’

Lakeman paused, his teeth grazing Robin’s nipple. He felt a surge of adrenaline, sharp and exciting, cutting through the haze of lust.

’Oh,’ he replied, nonchalantly. ’Is that so?’

He grabbed Makino’s hair, wrapping the green strands around his fist, and pushed her head down further in a swift, brutal motion.

"Gaawhkk"

She gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat, her lips touching the base, but she didn’t pull away. She moaned around him, the vibration humming along his shaft.

’It’s not just them,’ Shakky continued. ’Even Rayleigh has regathered the remnants of the Roger Pirates. They are heading to Sabaody as well. According to our intelligence agents, their goal seems to be an attack on Marijoa... and on you, Master Lakeman.’

She paused. ’It seems only Whitebeard has shrunken his territory and stayed within it with his sons.’

"Uhmm"

Lakeman grunted, the sound vibrating against Robin’s sensitive nipple.

’It seems Whitebeard still has some intelligence,’ he sent back, his mental voice dripping with scorn. ’Unlike the other emotional fools.’

He twisted Robin’s nipple hard, pulling a breathy cry from her lips. "aahh"

He imagined Roger’s First Mate, the Dark King, sailing toward his doom. It was almost insulting that Rayleigh thought he had a chance.

’They think they are coming for revenge,’ Lakeman mused, watching Makino’s head bob up and down. ’They are simply walking into a slaughter.’

’Master, you are so bad,’ Shakky sent, the image of her smoking a cigarette flashing through his mind. ’But I like it.’

’It’s a romantic tragedy, really,’ Lakeman teased, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation of Makino’s tongue. ’I think Rayleigh is coming because of you, Shakky. After all, the woman he loved and was about to propose to was abducted by evil me. I’ve fucked every hole you have, thoroughly and repeatedly, while Rayleigh didn’t even get to touch you.’

There was a mental laugh, dark and delicious. ’Master, you are cruel. I love it.’

’I wonder if he’ll cry,’ Lakeman continued. ’Or maybe he’ll beg. Either way, it will be fun to fuck you in front of him before I kill him.’

’It will be fun,’ Shakky agreed, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. ’I’ll make sure to look him in the eye while you’re filling me with your seeds.’

Lakeman’s excitement peaked. The combination of the physical stimulation and the mental domination was intoxicating.

’It seems our minds match well,’ he sent. ’I loved fucking Makino in front of Shanks. I looked him right in the eye as I split her open. It seems Rayleigh is going to suffer the same fate.’

He tightened his grip on Makino’s head, holding her still as his hips thrust upward, fucking her throat with reckless abandon.

Slurp. Guckh. Gawkhh.

Makino’s eyes watered, but she took it, her hands resting on his thighs, accepting the punishment.

’Enough talk,’ Lakeman sent, his mental voice hardening. ’Don’t worry about anything. Just keep an eye on their movements. I will deal with all of them when I arrive in Sabaody.’

He let out a loud, guttural groan, his back arching off the grass.

"Uuuhh!"

He exploded. Ropes of thick, hot cum shot down Makino’s throat, pulsing rhythmically. She swallowed frantically, her throat working to drink him down, but there was too much.

He pulled out, the last few spurts painting her face and hair. He rubbed his cock, slick with saliva and cum, against her cheeks and lips, marking her as his property.

Makino leaned back, gasping for air, her face a mess of fluids. She looked at him with adoration, licking her lips to clean them off.

He pushed Robin back until she was lying on the grass, her legs spread wide.

"Time for the main course," he growled.

He lined himself up and thrust forward in one swift, powerful motion.

Pah.

Robin’s back bowed.

"Ooohh!"

He impaled her pussy, his cock shifting and growing to match her contours, stretching her, filling her completely. He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He set a brutal pace, pounding her with reckless abandon.

’And I will also repair your drooling pussy in front of your past love, Rayleigh,’ he sent to Shakky as a final parting shot, then slammed the mental door shut.

He focused entirely on the woman beneath him.

He grabbed one of her tits, kneading it roughly, while his mouth descended on the other. He bit down on her nipple, twisting it between his teeth.

"Yes!" Robin cried out, her hands clutching at his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Harder, Master!"

Pah. Pah. Pah.

The orange grove echoed with the sounds of their union. In the bushes, Nami and Nojiko watched, transfixed, their hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of the man who owned their world.

Unaware that they were already his. Unaware that the nutrition plans, the protection, the subtle changes in their lives were all strings being pulled by the man currently ravaging the archaeologist in the grass.

They would ripen soon. They would be delicious.

And for now, the sunsets of Cocoyasi would burn red and loud, watched over by the cipher agents in the shadows, sheltering the god who walked among them.

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