The salt-kissed wind of the North Blue whipped across the deck as Arlo crossed the invisible door, appearing on a ship very far away from the North Blue. His sex slaves followed right behind, finally having some space after escaping that tight room.
His presence caused an immediate stir among the few women already aboard. Before he could take a second breath, a blur of motion and joyful energy launched itself at him.
"Arlo!"
It was Tina. She crashed into him with a force that would have staggered a lesser man, her arms locking around his neck.
He caught her effortlessly, his hands instinctively finding their home on her huge and sexy ass, as her weight settled against him.
Her eyes, bright with unshed tears of relief, devoured his face.
"I was really worried that something could go wrong," she said happily.
Arlo, with his fingers melting into her fat ass, said with a confident smirk. "It's all right, I told you things were going as planned."
"Hmmm," she breathed, her voice a low moan, as she felt her master's dominant hands.
Then her expression shifted into a familiar, petulant demand. "I've missed you. Kiss me. Now. I really need you."
A smirk tugged at Arlo's lips. He never could deny her for long.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth with his. It began as a reunion, a firm, claiming pressure that spoke of absence and return. But Tina was never one for simplicity. Her lips parted, inviting him deeper, and the kiss ignited.
It was all heat and hunger. His arms tightened around her, one hand sliding down from her hip to cup the full, heavy curve of her rear.
He kneaded the generous flesh through the thin fabric of her shorts, a possessive grip that made her moan into his mouth. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, ensuring he could feel every soft, yielding inch of her.
"Hey! Don't forget we're here," Hina complained, the edge of jealousy barely masked by her posture.
Arlo glanced back, a lazy smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Oh, already acting like a jealous girlfriend?" he teased, leaving Tina.
Hina felt angry, but in the end gave him a light smile, admitting he was right. Then Arlo turned back to Tina.
"Did you buy the things I asked for?"
Tina's face lit up. "Yes! Everything, the best sword I could find, training guns, targets, spare ammo, and even a few practice dummies."
"Good." Arlo gave Tina a light tap on the ass that made Hina's nostrils flare. "Then bring it here."
Tina hustled forward and opened the crate. Metal flashed: a long, well-balanced blade nested in oiled cloth, a pair of pistols wrapped in canvas, several boxes of cartridges, and two wooden dummies.
"Listen," Arlo said, voice low and practical. "I want every one of my girls to know how to defend themselves. At the very least, they need to be able to aim and fire a gun. If we're ever separated, I don't want helpless bodies left behind."
Hina blinked, an awkward flush crossing her face, part pride, part embarrassment. "You want me… to teach them?" she asked.
"Yes. I want a training routine: basics of handling, stance, trigger discipline, short drills for speed and accuracy. Swordwork for close quarters. Tina and Sasha are the ones with real potential; give them extra attention."
Sasha, who had been standing at the edge of the group with her hands folded in front of her, stiffened. Her voice slipped out small and brittle.
"I… I won't be good. Whenever the commander made me learn things on the island, I failed." She said, her expression growing darker. "I can't cook properly, I always break delicate items by accident. I'm clumsy and…"
Arlo watched her for a beat, then leaned forward. "You never tried fighting," he said simply. "You were trained to tidy, to serve, to hide. Those are different skills from swinging a sword or holding a line."
Sasha looked down. "But I'm too small and weak for fighting," she said, still feeling insecure.
Arlo picked up the sword.
"Just take this," he said, and launched the blade into her hands.
Almost by instinct, she grabbed the sword perfectly, without even a single trace of her usual clumsiness. Even her eyes changed, like she was another person. But the girl didn't notice any of it.
"Do you trust me?" Arlo asked, watching her.
Sasha's answer was immediate. "Yes."
"Then train with it," he said. "Put in the work, and I guarantee you'll be powerful."
Her voice trembled when she spoke. "W-will I be useful to you if I train, Master?"
"Yes," he said, blunt and steady. "More than useful. You will be the strongest."
Sasha hugged the sword tighter, eyes shining with sudden determination. "Then I'll try," she whispered.
Hina crossed her arms, trying to keep her composure, but the angular line of her mouth smoothed a fraction. "Fine. I'll run the drills for marksmanship," she said irritably. "But don't expect me to coddle anyone."
"Yeah! Just do a good job, okay?" Arlo said.
"I will do my best, Master," Hina said with submissive eyes that asked for a kiss just like Tina had.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Arlo's face.
"A good job deserves a reward," he said, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur that was for her alone.
He closed the distance between them, his movement deliberate and confident. His fingers, strong and calloused from countless battles, gently framed her face, his thumb tracing the stubborn line of her jaw until it softened under his touch.
Hina's breath hitched, her own arms falling to her sides as her carefully maintained composure began to crack.
He didn't simply press his lips to hers; he claimed them. A small, stifled whimper escaped Hina's throat as she yielded, her body melting against his. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, fluttered up to clutch at the front of his shirt, anchoring herself.
While his mouth dominated hers, one of his hands slid from her jaw, down the column of her neck, and over the curve of her shoulder. It continued its journey, settling firmly on her sexy butt, giving her enormous pleasure.
Then, as their lips parted, everyone began working.