It was strange—truly strange. To realize he was caught in the act of such a shameless deed, and by the very woman he desired most to conquer, gave Darian a perverse, electric thrill.
Thump! Thump!
His heart began to pound violently. Under the warm, powerful suction and frantic clenching of Carmen's body, the intense physical stimulation—combined with the psychological high of being watched—nearly pushed Darian over the edge.
Beneath him, Carmen felt as though she were adrift in a stormy ocean, battered by wave after wave as she crested peak after peak of pleasure. She was so overwhelmed, in fact, that she could barely catch her breath to scream.
But suddenly, the man atop her ceased his thrusting. The ceaseless tide of pleasure came to an abrupt halt.
Just as Carmen fuzzily assumed her captain had reached his climax, she remained blissfully unaware that this was merely the receding tide—the calm before the coming tsunami.
Composing himself, Darian shifted his weight. He released his grip on her waist. Reaching back, he grasped the backs of Carmen's long, fair legs—which had been wrapped tightly around his waist—and hoisted them upward, pressing her knees firmly back against her chest.
With her body folded back and her hips elevated, Darian had established the perfect angle. Using her long legs as leverage, he unleashed a ferocious, relentless barrage.
The rhythmic slap-slap of flesh striking against flesh, the heavy flow of fluids lubricating the friction, and the wet, squelching sounds of his deep thrusts merged into a single, continuous symphony of raw lust.
Carmen, having just breathed a sigh of relief in the belief that it was all over, was now confronted by an onslaught as overwhelming as a collapsing mountain. As the tidal wave of pleasure crashed down upon her with crushing force, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her face contorted into an expression of utter, mindless ecstasy—a perfect, desperate ahegao.
Below Deck. The Guest Cabin.
Inside the dark cabin, seated upon her bed with her arms crossed in an 'X' over her chest and her eyes closed, Nico Robin sat frozen in a state of utter, dumbfounded shock.
For over twenty years, Robin had lived a life defined by betrayal—both the act of betraying others to survive and the experience of being betrayed herself. Having learned how to navigate the darkest corners of the underworld from a very young age, Robin was, of course, fully aware of exactly what Darian and the chef were doing.
Such matters between men and women usually held little significance for her. The various mafia bosses, pirate captains, and syndicate leaders she had served in the past had often engaged in scenes far more depraved than this one.
Of course, any man who had ever dared to lay a lecherous hand on her had invariably ended up dead, their spines snapped before they could even blink. And when she eventually decided it was time to flee a crew, the very bosses who had taken her in would inevitably be subjected to a "humane extermination" at the hands of her pursuers in the Marines.
It was precisely because Crocodile was a man entirely devoid of outward sexual desires—making his immediate vicinity a safe, professional haven—that Robin had remained hidden within Baroque Works for so long.
Given her past experiences, Robin ought to have been able to view such intimate matters between the sexes with complete, clinical detachment.
Yet, as she watched the two bodies entwined in such ceaseless, primal passion through the eye she had sprouted on the deck, Robin found herself unexpectedly captivated.
Mesmerized by the sheer intensity of their intimacy, Robin instinctively clamped her long legs together under her thin blanket. Her breathing grew heavy and labored.
She was so utterly engrossed in watching Darian's powerful, sweat-slicked back and Carmen's delirious expressions that she failed to notice the subtle shift in Darian's posture.
Clutching Carmen's luscious, voluptuous body, Darian had been unleashing a relentless barrage of thrusts for several minutes. Yet, he noticed that the blue eye watching him from the floorboards had not yet vanished. It hadn't even blinked.
The realization that Robin was actively watching his vigorous "live performance"—and choosing not to look away—provided Darian with an even greater surge of adrenaline.
Gazing down at Carmen—whose eyes had rolled back and whose tongue lolled limply from her mouth—Darian shifted his grip again. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and clasped her tightly against his chest, effectively folding her body in half as he lifted her entirely off the wide leather cushions of the captain's chair.
As a late-night snack, Carmen had certainly proven to be incredibly delectable and satisfying.
Holding Carmen securely in his arms, Darian rose to his feet on the open deck. His breathing was heavy, misting slightly in the cool night air of the Grand Line.
To Darian's enhanced strength, the voluptuous chef felt incredibly light. He stood right in front of the sprouted eye, ensuring Robin had a perfect, undeniable view of his stamina.
Darian began to move. Standing upright, he drove his hips upward, performing a piston-like motion that drove him impossibly deep.
With a rhythmic clack-clack, Darian slammed violently against Carmen's full, round buttocks.
Held in mid-air, Carmen could do nothing but cling tightly to his broad shoulders, burying her face deep against the crook of his neck to muffle her high-pitched screams as he jolted her violently.
He drove into her at full speed until, finally, the pressure within him reached a critical, unbearable point. After a few final, powerful, upward thrusts, a massive torrent of hot fluid erupted forth, flooding her womb.
"Ah!"
Feeling those scalding pulses of fluid filling her to the brim, Carmen's own floodgates burst open once more. A torrent surged forth as she threw her head back, let out a piercing, shattered cry, and finally lost consciousness completely.
Having first endured the violent battering of his initial assault, followed by the relentless intensity of being taken while standing, Carmen—worn out and utterly drained—had fainted in his arms.
Darian, panting, deliberately walked over to the blue eye Robin had manifested. He stood directly over it. As hot, white fluid dripped down Carmen's thighs and splattered onto the wooden deck right next to the sprouted eye, Robin finally snapped back to reality.
Startled into sudden, burning alertness, Robin instantly deactivated her ability. The eye dissolved into a scattering of pink petals and a waft of floral fragrance, vanishing into thin air.
Robin had been so utterly entranced largely because she had fallen under the passive influence of Darian's Devil Fruit.
Under normal circumstances, Darian constantly exuded an aura of charm that held immense allure for women. However, when actively engaged in the act of "Dual Cultivation," that seductive, demonic power became exponentially more potent, radiating outward like a localized Haki.
Just as Luffy's Gum-Gum Fruit hid the true nature of the Sun God Nika... Darian's Outer Path Fruit hid a darker truth.
If Darian's ability were to undergo Awakening, it might very well reveal itself as the Mythical Zoan: Human-Human Fruit, Model: Asmodeus.
According to ancient legends, Asmodeus is the King of Demons—a deity who presides over lust, desire, and carnal beauty, capable of igniting the most primal, uncontrollable sexual urges within human beings.
Gazing at the spot where Robin's eye had vanished, a mischievous, wicked smile played upon Darian's lips as a few highly inappropriate ideas began to brew in his mind.
In his arms, Carmen had gone completely limp, melting like a puddle of warm wax. With her arms wrapped limply around his neck, she leaned against his chest, fast asleep.
Darian cupped his hands beneath her knees and gave a gentle lift.
With a distinct, wet pop—much like pulling a cork from a bottle of fine wine—a thoroughly invigorated Darian withdrew from her overflowing depths.
With the obstruction removed, the pent-up fluids within her suddenly gushed forth, splashing and dripping onto the deck. Darian used his absorption ability to instantly clean them both, drawing away the sweat and mess.
Inside the guest cabin, Robin suddenly snapped her real eyes open, gasping for breath in deep, ragged gulps. It took her a good while to fully regain her composure.
She had been so utterly captivated by the sight that, without even realizing it, she had instinctively held her breath for minutes.
Glancing down at herself in the dark, she noticed that her hands—which had originally been crossed over her chest to maintain her ability—had, at some point, instinctively wandered down beneath her blanket to caress her own soft curves. Her long legs were clamped tightly together, trembling.
Robin could feel that her silk pajama bottoms were completely soaked through. The thought that she had just spent such a long time secretly spying on them—and getting immensely aroused by it—made her pale face flush a brilliant, burning crimson with shame.
Before Robin had much time to recover, she heard footsteps approaching down the hall.
Hearing the handle turn, Robin hurriedly rolled over to face the wall and squeezed her eyes shut, feigning deep sleep.
The door pushed open. Darian stepped inside, carrying the completely naked, sleeping Carmen in his arms. He himself was just as bare.
The cabin was pitch black, save for a faint trickle of moonlight filtering in through a small, circular porthole—just enough light to barely make out the layout of the room.
Although the cabin was small, it had two single beds placed side-by-side. On the bed situated closest to the wall, the distinct, tense outline of Nico Robin could clearly be seen lying there.
The cabin was quiet—so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard distinctly. Darian immediately recognized the slightly ragged, artificially slow rhythm of Robin's breathing. She was awake. Yet, he knew that only by pretending not to notice could he proceed with his wicked plan.
Carrying Carmen in his arms, he walked over to the empty bed and gently laid the chef down on the mattress.
The sense of soft stability made Carmen groggily open her eyes. She saw Darian's handsome face hovering right above her in the moonlight. Still half-dazed and exhausted, Carmen murmured, "Captain... where are we?"
Darian offered no verbal reply. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against her swollen red ones, effectively swallowing her voice before it could escape.
After a long moment, their lips parted. Gasping for breath, Carmen pleaded weakly, "Captain, I can't take any more tonight... please, let me sleep."
"It's alright," Darian whispered smoothly, climbing onto the narrow bed over her. "I'll be gentle."
With those words, and disregarding Carmen's faint, exhausted resistance, Darian pressed himself against her and entered her once again.
On the adjacent bed, Robin—lying there with her eyes shut tight, feigning sleep—felt as if she were lying on a bed of hot coals. Fortunately, her thin summer blanket shielded her body from Darian's view, sparing her the sensation of being pierced by his stare.
Hearing Carmen's hushed, breathless pleas and soft, wet moans starting up again, Robin's only impulse was to curse him aloud: "You insatiable beast!"
Yet, the rhythmic slapping sounds, the wet squelching noises of his slow thrusts, and the groaning of the wooden bed frame straining under their combined weight just three feet away from her head... it made it utterly impossible for Robin to calm her racing, thundering heart. Her hand drifted back down beneath her blanket.
Darian cast a sly, knowing smile at Robin's tense back, while carefully controlling the rhythm of his thrusts. Carmen, having only just been initiated tonight, was still too tender; she was already nearing her physical breaking point, so he kept his pace slow, deep, and agonizingly sensual.
Besides, Darian had no desire to wake the rest of the crew down the hall. If he got too loud, Nami would surely wake up and murder him.
It was late at night, and the Grand Line sea gently lapped against the hull. Darian was hard at work, and everyone else on the ship had drifted off into dreamland—save for Robin, who was trapped in an agonizing, intoxicating hell of her own making.
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