Solo Pirating - Chapter 81

Chapter 81

21th of April 1522
Alabasta

Princess Vivi sat in her private chamber within the seraglio, a place of exotic beauty and tranquility designed to soothe the soul. The room was an intricate tapestry of colors and textures, with silken drapes in rich hues of turquoise and gold cascading from the ceiling like waterfalls of fabric. Mosaic tiles, depicting scenes of desert landscapes and mythical creatures, adorned the walls and floors, creating a vibrant ambiance. Lush potted plants and delicate orchids added a touch of nature to the opulent space, their subtle fragrance mingling with the scent of incense wafting through the air.

Vivi's shoulders shook with silent sobs as she sat on a divan covered in plush cushions and intricately embroidered throws. Despite the room's beauty, her grief was palpable, the tragic loss of her father still fresh in her heart.

The door creaked open, and Moria stepped inside, his towering figure casting a long shadow across the room. His eyes, usually filled with a sinister gleam, now softened with genuine concern as he approached his grieving wife.

"Vivi," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Vivi's sobs quieted momentarily as she looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with sorrow. She reached out to him, her heart aching for his comforting presence. She loved him deeply and trusted him completely. Moria sat beside her on the divan, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. She leaned into him, burying her face in his broad shoulder, finding solace in his embrace.

"Shh, it's alright," Moria whispered, stroking her blue hair with a tender hand. "I know it's hard. Losing your father... it's a pain I can't imagine."

Vivi clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. She couldn't understand how he managed to be so strong for her, how he seemed to know exactly what to say to soothe her aching heart. His words, his touch, everything about him made her feel safe, loved. Moria continued to murmur soothing words, his large hand patting her back in a comforting gesture. Behind his façade of sympathy, his mind remained calculating

Vivi's sobs eventually subsided, though her heart still ached with a pain that words couldn't express. She pulled away slightly, looking up at Moria with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Moria nodded, his expression one of practiced sincerity. "Anything for you, my dear. We will get through this together."

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23th of April 1522
Dressrosa

High above the world, Morgans' dirigible floated with silent majesty, its balloon casting a colossal shadow over the landscape below. Inside, the air was a mix of paper, ink, and the lingering scent of expensive cigars. It had been three days since the Summit War, and Morgans had already printed another scoop, thanks to Moria, two days ago, about the Devil of Dressrosa: the Dark Doflamingo. The newsroom aboard the dirigible buzzed with activity, the constant clacking of typewriters and the rustling of newspapers creating a symphony of journalism in motion.

Jenkins, Morgans' faithful assistant, approached with an urgent gait, his face flushed with excitement. "Sir, the transmission is about to begin."

Morgans nodded, his large wings fluttering slightly as he adjusted himself. With a graceful sweep, he moved to his ornate, oversized seat, its cushions plush and inviting, a throne befitting the emperor of news. He settled in, his eyes sharp and focused, the Den Den Mushi before him coming to life, its eyes opening slowly as the transmission from Dressrosa began.

The screen flickered, and the bustling Grande Place of Dressrosa came into view. The commentator’s voice crackled with excitement. "In a surprising twist of fate, citizens have learned that their beloved Princess Viola and their savior Moria have been lovers in secret, and even married in secret! What a romantic revelation!"

The Grande Place was a sight to behold, a vast expanse surrounded by opulent buildings and adorned with vibrant flowers in full bloom. The air was electric with anticipation, the crowd a sea of eager faces and restless bodies, their excitement palpable. Banners fluttered in the wind, bearing the symbols of Dressrosa and their new rulers, as the citizens waited for the first public appearance of their King and Queen.

The commentator's voice continued, barely containing his enthusiasm. "The crowd is in a frenzy of excitement and desire, eager to see their new sovereigns. And here he comes, the man of the hour, the hero of Dressrosa, the liberator himself—Moria!"

Moria stepped into view, a towering figure standing at two meters, his aristocratic form exuding power and grace. He was dressed in a regal ensemble, a tailored coat of deep crimson with gold embroidery hugging his broad shoulders. His trousers were pristine white, tucked into polished black boots. A heavy, fur-lined cape draped over one shoulder, completing his kingly attire. His dark eyes scanned the crowd with a mix of pride and calculated intent, his presence commanding and undeniable.

Then, Viola appeared beside him, and a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. She was a vision of seductive elegance, her queenly attire designed to captivate and enthrall. A dress of midnight blue clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering with every movement. The neckline plunged daringly, adorned with delicate lace that hinted at the swell of her bosom. Her long, dark hair was styled in luxurious waves, cascading down her back, and a tiara of glittering diamonds crowned her head. She moved with the grace of a dancer, her every step a testament to her beauty and power.

Moria stepped forward, raising his hands to silence the crowd. His voice, rich and commanding, echoed through the Grande Place. "People of Dressrosa, today marks the dawn of a new era. You have suffered under the tyranny of Doflamingo, but now, you are free! Free to live, to dream, to prosper! I have fought to liberate you, and I vow to protect that freedom with my life."

The crowd erupted into cheers, their adoration for Moria evident - maybe Nami's perfume and caesar's diffusion helped a bit. Tears of joy and relief flowed freely, and the air was thick with the collective breath of a people who had found hope.

Moria continued, his voice rising with passion. "Together, we will rebuild Dressrosa into a land of prosperity and happiness. No longer will you live in fear. I will ensure your safety, your freedom, and your fortune. Just as I have freed you from tyranny, I will safeguard your future."

The crowd roared, the sound a tidal wave of support and belief. Moria's words were a balm to their wounds, a promise of a brighter tomorrow.

He then turned to Viola, his voice softening as he addressed the people. "And beside me stands the love of my life, your Queen, Viola. She will be a magnificent ruler, a beacon of grace and strength. Together, we will lead Dressrosa into an age of unparalleled glory."

Viola stepped forward, her eyes shining with emotion. She took Moria's hand, their fingers intertwining, and the crowd cheered even louder, their love story a symbol of hope and renewal.

Rebecca, the Queen's niece, approached with the crowns, her young face solemn and determined. She placed the golden crown upon Moria's head, and then another upon Viola's. The weight of their new roles settled upon them, the crowd's cheers reaching a fever pitch.

As the crown touched Moria's head, Morgans cackled, the sound a blend of amusement and satisfaction. "What a story," he muttered to himself, already envisioning the headlines. "The Devil's Dance: Love and Power in Dressrosa."

The scene on the screen was one of celebration and new beginnings, a tale of dark romance and the promise of a brighter future, all captured by the ever-watchful eyes of Morgans.

A Kingdom :

Take control of three New World islands with leaders whose Fate stats are S-ranked or higher:

0/3 → 1/3

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24th of April 1522

Thriller Bark

NSFW

Perona bit her nails, pacing the halls of Thriller Bark. The memory of Marineford's brutal battle was seared into her mind. She had stayed behind to protect the island while the others attacked Dressrosa. .Okey, she did not do anything, but still, she had been here ! And Marineford battle…Moria's image haunted her thoughts—so strong, so overwhelmingly powerful, even when injured. It was clear to her now: he was one of the strongest in the world. And he was back here! But why hadn't he come to see her yet? She had defended the island! She deserved to be rewarded! The question gnawed at her, filling her with restless anticipation.

A sudden, guttural moan from the gardens below drew her attention. Intrigued, Perona moved to the window, her breath hitching as she took in the scene. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. In the moonlit garden, Moria, in his human-looking form but towering at four meters tall, was taking Selena from behind. Selena's incredibly muscular and tall redheaded frame was bent over, her large, firm breasts bouncing rhythmically with each of Moria's powerful thrusts. Her skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling under the moonlight as she gripped the garden's stone ledge for support. Moria’s hips slammed into her with a brutal rhythm, his thick cock plunging deep into her wet, eager pussy. The sight of his massive hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements, sent shivers down Perona’s spine.

Selena's moans filled the night air, loud and primal, each one a testament to the pleasure and pain she was enduring. "Yes, boss, yes! Harder!" she cried, her voice raw with need. Her breasts swayed with the force of Moria's thrusts, nipples hard and brushing against the cool night air. Her cries grew louder, each one dripping with raw, unrestrained desire, as Moria's pace quickened, his face twisted with dark pleasure. His creepy smile, a blend of satisfaction and sadistic delight, seemed to grow wider with every thrust, his eyes never leaving Selena's contorted face of ecstasy and submission.

Perona's face burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the primal, erotic display. Half shy and half excited, she felt a warmth spreading through her body, pooling between her legs. Her breath quickened as she watched, the insistent throbbing of her arousal becoming impossible to ignore.

Her dress was a gothic masterpiece, a frilly Victorian-inspired creation with a corset-style bodice that cinched her slim waist. The black and white lace adorned with bows added to her ethereal yet darkly charming appearance. The skirt flared out, brushing against her thighs, and her knee-high boots completed the look, giving her an air of innocent elegance tainted with a hint of the macabre.

Perona's body was petite and delicate, her skin almost as pale as porcelain. Her small, perky breasts pressed against the tight confines of her corset, the lace scratching gently against her sensitive nipples. Her long, slender legs were accentuated by the high boots, each curve and line of her body a perfect blend of innocence and allure. Her hands, now trembling with anticipation, moved up to cup her breasts, squeezing them through the delicate lace. Her fingers traced her hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She gasped softly, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sensation. The sounds of Moria and Selena's passionate encounter fueled her arousal, making her more daring.

She slipped her hand beneath her skirt, touching herself through her dampening panties. Her fingers pressed against her folds, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The fabric grew wet with her arousal, and the need for more became overwhelming. With a swift motion, she pulled her panties aside, exposing her wetness to the cool air of the room.

Her fingers moved with increasing urgency, delving into her slick heat. She moaned softly, her other hand still toying with her breast, her body trembling with each touch. The pleasure built inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking deeper, more intense sensations.

Suddenly, a voice broke through her haze of pleasure. "Naughty girl," Moria's voice rumbled, dark and amused.

Perona's eyes flew open, and she jumped in fright, her heart pounding in her chest. Standing before her in all his seven-meter eldritch glory was Moria. His presence was overwhelming, and she stared up at him in shock. How could he be here when she had just seen him in the garden?

Moria's creepy smile widened as he looked down at her. "Enjoying the show?" he asked, his tone dripping with sinister delight. Perona's mind raced, unable to comprehend how he could be in two places at once.

Moria laughed, a dark, mirthful sound that sent chills down her spine. "Kishishishi," he chuckled. "I have a clone now, Perona. That clone is the one fucking Selena." His eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a crude whisper. "And you, my little voyeur, liked to watch, didn't you? You even touched yourself."

Perona's cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal. "No, I—" she stammered, but he cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"You should be punished for not asking permission," Moria teased, his tone playful yet menacing. "A naughty girl like you needs to learn her place."

She shivered, a combination of fear and hope flooding her veins. The memory of their last encounter, when he had teased and left her aching with unfulfilled desire, flashed through her mind. All the other girls were having a piece of Moria, and she was left wanting. She was about to protest, to tell him about her frustration.

But Moria moved swiftly, seating himself with a commanding presence. Tendrils of shadow snaked out from his form, grabbing her by one arm, then the other. Her heart raced as the shadows wrapped around her legs, lifting her into the air. She struggled slightly, but the shadows held her firmly, leaving her suspended and vulnerable.

"Moria, let me down," she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes met his, challenging and bratty. "Or... or fuck me with those tendrils."

Moria's grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark pleasure. "Oh, Perona," he murmured, his voice dripping with sinister delight. "You don't know what you're asking for."

The tendrils tightened around her, pulling her legs apart as she hung in the air. The anticipation was unbearable, and Perona's body trembled with a mix of fear and arousal. She was caught between wanting to beg for release and wanting to push him further, to finally feel the satisfaction she had been denied.

Moria stood, his towering form casting a long shadow over her. He reached out, a tendril of shadow brushing against her cheek before trailing down her neck, making her shiver with anticipation. "Let's see how much of a naughty girl you really are," he whispered, his voice a low, tantalizing growl.

The shadows began to move, sliding over her body with a deliberate slowness that made her gasp. They teased her breasts, the cold tendrils circling her nipples before squeezing them gently. Perona's breath hitched, her body arching towards the sensation, craving more. Her dress, a gothic masterpiece, was soon under attack. The tendrils tugged at the fabric, tearing it piece by piece.

The lace and bows gave way first, the delicate material shredding under the relentless force of the shadows. Her corset-style bodice, which had cinched her slim waist so perfectly, was pulled apart, the pieces falling to the floor. Each movement of the tendrils revealed more of her pale, porcelain-like skin. Her small, perky breasts were exposed, the nipples hardening in the cool air. She gasped as the tendrils brushed against them, teasing her sensitive flesh.

Her long, slender legs, accentuated by the high boots, were soon revealed as well. The skirt flared out, brushing against her thighs, but even that was not spared. The tendrils wrapped around it, pulling it up to expose her panties, before finally tearing it away, leaving her in just her skirt and boots. Perona's body trembled with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the anticipation building inside her.

With the rest of her clothes gone, the tendrils explored her exposed body with a deliberate, tantalizing slowness. They caressed her thighs, tracing the curves of her hips and sliding over her smooth, flat stomach. Her breath came in soft, ragged gasps, her body arching towards the touch. She was completely at Moria's mercy, and the realization only heightened her arousal.

One tendril slid down between her legs, brushing against her damp panties. Perona moaned softly, her hips bucking against the teasing touch. The tendril pressed against her folds, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. "Don't tease me."

Moria's laugh was dark and mocking. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Perona," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You wanted this, remember?"

The tendril moved with more urgency, pushing her panties aside and slipping into her wet heat. Perona gasped, her body trembling with the sudden, intense pleasure. "Daddy," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Oh, yes... please..."

The tendril began to thrust inside her, matching the rhythm of the tendrils teasing her breasts. The cold, insistent pressure inside her drove her wild, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge of release.

The tendrils lifted her higher, positioning her just in front of Moria. One tendril slid up to her mouth, brushing against her lips before pushing inside. Perona's eyes widened, her moans muffled as the tendril began to move in and out of her throat. The sensation was intense, her body trembling as she adjusted. Saliva dripped from her lips, her eyes watering as she gagged around the shadowy appendage, which pushed deep before retreating just enough for her to catch a breath.

The rhythm quickened, each thrust more deliberate and forceful. Perona's gags and moans grew louder, her body shuddering with each movement. Saliva coated the tendril, making it slick and shiny as it slid over her tongue and down her throat. Her lips stretched around it, each thrust sending shivers through her body.

Simultaneously, another tendril pressed insistently against her rear. She gasped around the tendril in her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. The pressure built slowly, the tendril pushing against her until it finally slipped inside. The sensation was strange and intense, her body adjusting with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. Her moans were muffled by the tendril in her mouth, her hips bucking as she was filled from both ends.

"Relax, Perona," Moria murmured, his voice a low, soothing growl. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Perona's body tensed as the tendril moved deeper, filling her completely. She moaned around the tendril in her mouth.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "I think you deserve to be punished a little more."

The tendrils adjusted their grip, shifting Perona's position slightly. One tendril, still slick with her saliva, moved to her entrance, teasing her folds before slowly sliding inside her pussy. She moaned, her body trembling with each inch that entered. The tendril filled her completely, the cold, slick sensation making her gasp. At the same time, another tendril pressed against her rear, pushing insistently before slipping inside. The dual sensation was overwhelming, her body struggling to adjust to being filled in both places.

Perona's breath hitched, her moans turning into cries as the tendrils began to move in unison. The rhythm was slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of intense pleasure through her. Her body arched and bucked, her muscles tensing and releasing with each movement. The sensation of being filled so completely was almost too much to bear, her mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

Her voice was a mix of whimpers and moans, the pleasure building steadily inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. The tendrils moved faster, their rhythm increasing as they thrust deeper and harder. Perona's cries grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful movement. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, her vision blurring as she teetered on the edge. Her moans turned to desperate gasps, her body trembling violently as she was pushed beyond her limits.

Moria's eyes gleamed with delight, his satisfaction growing as he watched her. The tendrils moved faster, their rhythm increasing as they thrust deeper and harder. Perona's cries grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful movement. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, her vision blurring as she teetered on the edge. Her moans turned to desperate gasps, her body trembling violently as she was pushed beyond her limits.

The tendrils moved faster, their rhythm increasing as they thrust deeper and harder. Perona's cries grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful movement. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, her vision blurring as she teetered on the edge. Her moans turned to desperate gasps, her body trembling violently as she was pushed beyond her limits.

With a final, powerful thrust, the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. Perona's cries filled the room, her body convulsing in the grip of the shadows. The intensity of the orgasm was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her vision went white, her mind blanking out as she was consumed by the sensation. She felt herself slipping away, her body going limp as the tendrils continued to move within her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, the tendrils slowly released their grip, lowering her gently to the ground. Perona lay there, trembling and breathless, her body still tingling with the aftermath of her climax. The room was silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing, her mind slowly coming back to reality.

Moria stood over her, his eyes filled with satisfied amusement. He reached down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Perona looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and defiance. The intensity of the experience had left her utterly spent, her consciousness fading. As her eyes fluttered shut, her body finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, and she passed out.