Solo Pirating - Chapter 83

Chapter 83

26th of April 1522

Marineford

Sengoku walked through the battered streets of Marineford, the aftermath of war etched into every crack and crevice. The sun cast a golden glow over the scene, highlighting the tireless efforts of workers and Marines as they rebuilt their shattered stronghold. The rhythmic clang of hammers and the buzz of saws filled the air, mingling with the briny scent of the sea and the acrid smell of charred debris.

As Sengoku passed, every worker and Marine paused to salute him, their faces alight with respect and gratitude. Their morale was a stark contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had gripped them before the battle. He returned their gestures with a nod, a rare smile softening his stern features. The victory had lifted their spirits, and to think he had once feared they might lose. To think he had intended to quit. But now,  with their victory against Whitebeard and seeing their unwavering dedication, he felt a renewed resolve to stay on as Fleet Admiral.

He approached the imposing doors of Kong's office, pushing them open and stepping into the orderly sanctuary within. Kong, the Commander-in-Chief, looked up from his desk, his massive frame dominating the room.

"Sengoku," Kong greeted, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble.

"Kong," Sengoku replied, taking a seat.

"We may have won the war - but it cost us dearly," Kong began, leaning forward with fingers steepled. "Fifteen vice admirals lost. We need to fill those positions and restore the chain of command."

Sengoku nodded, the memory of fallen comrades fresh in his mind. "We need leaders who can inspire confidence and maintain order."

Kong reclined in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "With Garp gone," he said, his voice tinged with a rare sadness, "we need a bold move. Maybe…What do you think about increasing the number of Admirals from three to five. It would be a strong signal."

Sengoku raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the suggestion. "A significant change," he mused. "But it could solidify our strength. What about…Aramaki and Issho ?"

Kong's gaze turned sharp. "The truth is also, to be honest…The Celestial Dragons are still afraid. After two assassinations and one disappearance, they want more Admirals at their beck and call."

A flicker of frustration crossed Sengoku’s face. Their conversation shifted, the atmosphere growing heavier. "King Moria," Kong said, the name a dark specter in the room. "We've received his resignation. He’s becoming the king of two World Government-affiliated countries, - he was coronated in Dressrosa with Alabasta likely to follow. And he’s allied with Judge Vinsmoke."

Sengoku sighed, troubled. "We have to accept his resignation without repercussions. But the strength and cruelty he showed at Marineford... it’s concerning."

Kong nodded, his expression grave. "Moria's ambitions and alliances could pose a significant threat. We need to keep a close watch. But for now, he is both a noble and a king of our government, and we must treat him with respect. However…"

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26th of April 1522

Alabasta

NSFW

Selena's body glistened with sweat as she balanced on the tip of one finger, her muscular frame trembling under the strain. The Seraglio, an oriental haven of luxury and opulence with its silk drapes, plush cushions, and golden accents, held no appeal for her. Her personal square was a stark contrast, stripped of indulgence and cluttered with training equipment. Weights and punching bags hung from the walls, while in the corner, remnants of the previous lavish décor lay discarded to make space for her machines. Clad only in a simple string, her abs and bare breasts swung with each push-up. Her toned, tanned skin stretched over rippling muscles.

She thought about the records of the war she had seen and shivered. She had believed herself strong, a formidable warrior—but how mistaken she had been! A frog in a well, ignorant of the vast ocean. Moria was so strong, not just by a fair margin, but by magnitudes that dwarfed her own abilities. What if he no longer needed her? Even most of his named shadows were stronger than her—all of them. The realization gnawed at her, a relentless whisper of inadequacy. She pushed harder against the floor, her resolve tightening with each tremor of her muscles. She had to become stronger, to surpass her limits, to prove her worth. Failure was not an option in this world of titans.

Her bare breasts, firm and round, moved rhythmically with each push-up. The muscles beneath her breasts flexed with exertion, creating a captivating interplay of strength and sensuality. Her nipples, hardened from the cool air and physical strain, stood erect. The deep, defined lines of her abs guided the eye down to the minimal string that barely covered her most intimate area. Her armpits were unshaven and slightly reddened from the vigorous exercise.

Selena’s thoughts were a turbulent mix of devotion and desire, every movement a prayer to her technique, Shigan. She envisioned the power it would bring, the precision and strength it demanded. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, the exertion sending shivers of raw energy coursing through her. The veins on her forearms stood out as her muscles strained. Her legs, strong and shapely, supported her balance, their taut muscles flexing with every shift in weight. Her back, a landscape of sinewy power, glistened.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, their soft echo breaking the concentration that had kept her anchored in her physical exertion.

Selena grunted, her body still taut with the strain of her workout. She pushed herself up, her movements fluid and powerful. As she stood, her bare breasts bounced slightly with the motion, the muscles beneath them rippling. She wiped the sweat from her face with a forearm, the action causing her breasts to sway gently, highlighting their firmness and the sheen of perspiration that clung to her skin.

It was Nami. She sauntered into Selena’s training area, her usual confidence evident in every step. This time, she was provocatively dressed in nothing but strips of black tape, strategically placed to barely cover her nipples and intimate areas. The crisscrossing tape highlighted her curves and left little to the imagination, accentuating her slender waist and the fullness of her breasts. A thin strip of tape ran between her legs, spreading her pussy lips slightly and leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her most intimate area. The minimalistic and daring outfit contrasted sharply with the utilitarian nature of Selena’s training space.

Selena scowled. Nami had taken to wearing increasingly provocative outfits in the Seraglio, deliberately making the other women jealous—and it worked. Selena couldn't deny the pang of envy she felt at Nami's sexual confidence. In combat, Selena was fierce and unwavering, but being proactive and asking for sex, instead of waiting for Moria to come and take her, was a challenge she hadn't yet mastered.

Nami’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed Selena's reaction. "Working hard as always, I see," she said".

Selena scowled, her muscles tensing slightly. "What do you want, Nami?" she replied, her tone edged with irritation. She knew the orange-haired girl was up to no good.

Nami's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've noticed something about you, Selena," she began, her voice deceptively sweet. "You’re not very active sexually, are you?"

Selena's eyes flashed with anger. "That's not true," she snapped, but a telltale blush crept up her cheeks, betraying her. A heavy silence stretched between them. Nami watched her with a knowing look, waiting patiently.

Finally, Selena's shoulders slumped slightly, and in a small voice, she admitted, "Fine. It's true."

Nami's smile turned triumphant, but before she could say anything, Selena straightened up, towering over the smaller woman. Her bare breasts were level with Nami's eyes, their firmness and the sheen of sweat making them all the more imposing. "How can I improve?" she demanded, her voice firm.

Nami's expression softened with genuine excitement. She bounced on her toes, her voice taking on a sing-song, childish tone. "That's exactly why I came here!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to teach you how to dominate me."

Selena's shadow enveloped Nami as she leaned in, her breasts swaying slightly, the heat of her body radiating power. "Dominate you?" she repeated, her voice a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, her breath warm against Nami's face. "What's the link with, you know…".

"Yes," Nami replied, her tone now serious and instructive. "You’re strong, Selena. But there's a different kind of power in taking control, in owning your desires. And I'm going to show you how to do it." She stepped closer, her fingers grazing Selena's thigh. "Are you ready to learn?"

Selena shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Why not?"

Nami opened her arms wide, the strips of black tape barely concealing her voluptuous curves. Her breasts, full and firm, were provocatively highlighted by the crisscrossing tape, and the strip between her legs barely covered her intimate areas, offering tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin. The way the tape spread her pussy lips slightly made her look even more alluring. Her posture was inviting, her confidence radiating an erotic charge that filled the room.

"Dominate me," Nami instructed, her voice low and sultry.

Selena stood there, reddening, her eyes locked on Nami's body. She hesitated, her mind racing. Nothing happened.

Nami sighed, lowering her arms. "Not important. Well, Plan B," she muttered. From seemingly nowhere, she produced a small pouch of powder and, with a swift motion, threw it at Selena.

Selena instinctively breathed in some of the powder, coughing slightly. "What the hell, Nami—" she began, her voice edged with anger. But then, an unfamiliar sensation started to spread through her body. She felt herself becoming increasingly aroused, but in a way that was different from before—more aggressive, more primal.

Her breathing quickened, and her eyes darkened with a predatory intensity. The irritation melted away, replaced by a growing, insistent need that pulsed through her veins. She took a step toward Nami, her muscles tensing, her entire body alive with an urgent, undeniable desire. "What... have you done to me?" she growled, her voice thick with a newfound hunger.

Nami giggled in a childish way, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just given you a nudge. A small one."

Selena's newfound aggression surged through her. With a swift motion, she wrapped a hand around Nami's throat, lifting her effortlessly with one arm. Nami's eyes widened in mock panic, her hands flailing playfully as she pretended to struggle.

"Oh no! What are you doing?" Nami gasped, her voice filled with exaggerated fear.

Selena's grip tightened, and with a powerful throw, she sent Nami flying across the room, landing with a splash in the fountain at the center of the Seraglio. Water cascaded around her, soaking the strips of black tape that barely clung to her body. Selena followed.

Nami’s playful resistance was no match for Selena’s newfound strength. Selena reached down, her fingers gripping the wet tape and tearing it away with ease. Nami squirmed beneath her, giggling and writhing, but her efforts were futile against Selena’s dominance. Each strip of tape was ripped away, revealing more of Nami’s smooth, glistening skin.

Selena’s eyes were dark with desire as she continued her task, her hands moving with a mix of aggression and precision. The water from the fountain splashed around them. Nami’s breasts were freed, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Selena’s hands roved over her body, leaving no doubt who was in control.

Despite her playful struggles, Nami was completely at Selena’s mercy. Selena’s hands moved lower, peeling away the final strips of tape, exposing Nami fully. The orange-haired girl’s body arched beneath Selena’s touch, her playful resistance giving way to genuine arousal. Selena's touch was firm and demanding.

Nami's eyes met Selena's, a mixture of submission and excitement reflected in their depths. "Yes, Selena," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Show me your strength."

Nami produced, as if by magic, a strapless dildo. Selena's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as she took the toy from Nami's hands. Without hesitation, she spread Nami's legs wider, her fingers gripping her thighs firmly. She positioned the dildo at Nami's wet entrance and pushed it in, watching as Nami's body arched and her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure. Selena thrust the dildo in and out with relentless rhythm, the sound of their wet bodies mingling with Nami's moans echoing through the open courtyard. The intensity of the movements increased, Selena's muscular body moving with powerful, precise control, driving Nami to the edge of ecstasy.

With one end of the dildo still inside Nami, Selena pulled the other end towards herself. She positioned it at her own entrance and slid it inside, her tight walls contracting around the toy. The sensation fueled her aggression further. She then moved, positioning the dildo at Nami's ass, pressing it gently before pushing it inside. Nami cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling under Selena's dominance.

Selena positioned Nami in a doggy style position, the water from the fountain splashing around them as she began to thrust with ferocious intensity. Her hands gripped Nami's hips, her nails digging into her skin as she drove the dildo deeper with each thrust. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the open air, mixed with Nami's cries of pleasure. Selena's powerful legs and core muscles flexed with each movement, her breasts swaying as she dominated Nami completely. Each thrust drove the double-ended dildo deeper, eliciting guttural moans from Nami, whose body quivered with the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Selena’s grip on Nami’s hips tightened, her nails leaving marks on the soft skin as she pounded harder, the sound of their wet, slapping bodies resonating through the open courtyard. The cool water from the fountain splashed around them, mingling with their sweat and intensifying the erotic atmosphere.

Nami’s cries reached a fever pitch, her body arching back as the wave of her orgasm built with unstoppable force. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, the sensation sending electric shocks through Selena as well. With a final, powerful thrust, Nami screamed, her body convulsing as a torrent of fluid gushed from her, her squirting orgasm soaking both of them. Selena’s eyes widened in delight, feeling Nami's intense release, the sheer force of it pushing her closer to her own climax.

The sight and feel of Nami’s release triggered Selena’s orgasm. Her own body tensed, muscles rippling as she continued to thrust with desperate intensity. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of raw pleasure. As her orgasm hit, she let out a primal cry, her hips bucking uncontrollably. A powerful release flooded through her, her fluids mixing with Nami's in the already wet courtyard.They collapsed together in a heap, panting and trembling, their bodies still connected by the toy, the aftershocks of their intense, convulsive orgasms echoing in the air.