Sometime later, inside the captain's cabin aboard Linlin's ship—
The bed, originally built to accommodate Linlin's towering height of 8.8 meters, now felt oversized for their current proportions of 2.1 meters and 1.8 meters, leaving them with more space than needed.
Naked and reclining against the cushions, Zechs took a slow drag from the cigarette between his fingers, then exhaled a thin stream of smoke with a relaxing sigh, "Hmmm…"
Chu… slrrp…
Attracted by the wet sounds, his gaze dropped to the head between his thighs.
Running his fingers through those soft pink curls of hers, he asked softly, "Well, Linlin… are you satisfied now?"
Although it wasn't obvious at a glance, she had savored his cum dozens of times in the past few hours, causing her stomach to be filled with it, leaving her slightly distended and visibly fuller in that area… and he wondered if she felt content now.
"Satisfied? What are you talking about? How could I be satisfied this early… t-this is so tantalizing… I can't help but want to keep savoring it more and more…" responded Linlin with a flushed face and pink hearts in her eyes while her hand kept stroking his length, and said, "Hurry up… release more of it… I want to drink more…"
Her words made Zechs' lips twitch…
Linlin was the type who could keep indulging endlessly, especially when it was something she truly enjoyed. And at the moment, she had developed quite a liking for his essence... almost to the point she is addicted to it. Because of that, she could keep savoring more and more, no matter how much Zechs releases.
Considering how addicted she had become to his cum, Zechs couldn't help but think about what would happen if she ever went without it.
'She wouldn't go into a hunger frenzy for my cum… would she?' he thought. That would be the worst-case scenario.
The image that came to mind was both terrifying and absurd: Linlin with glowing red eyes, rampaging wildly as she did in the canon when she wanted to eat the wedding cake. It's just that, in this case, she'd be shouting, ZECHS' CUM!!! in place of the WEDDING CAKE!!!
The thought was as unsettling as it was funny, and it made him wonder, 'Did I make a mistake by letting her have a taste of my cum?'
Miss System couldn't help but comment, [Host, are you regretting it now?]
'Regret? What are you talking about, Miss System?' Zechs replied calmly. 'Do I look like someone who feels regret?'
Regret wasn't something he entertained. Once a choice was made, it was made. There was no point dwelling on it afterward, and he was certainly not the type to feel remorse over something like this.
After all, Charlotte Linlin has become addicted to his cum, what is there to feel regretful about it?
Since that was the case, he just gave a small shrug and said, "Fine… if you're still not satisfied… then keep going."
"Of course, I'll indulge in lots of it…" Linlin replied with an aroused smile and went back to caressing his length with her mouth.
Slrrp… slrrp…
"Yeah… indulge as much as you like…" he said, patting her head again.
As an Incubus, and with Linlin's physique now added to his own, matters of stamina and endurance were hardly a concern. No amount truly exhausted him, and there was effectively no limit to what he could release. If he wished, he could release in overwhelming quantities, litres upon litres, as if pouring out water from a pipe; there really is no problem for him in that regard.
Even so, he preferred that Linlin work for it, that she please him first in order to get the essence she wants to savor.
Making her work for it not only satisfies him sensually, but it also benefits him in another way, which is—
"C- cumming…" he groaned, releasing another load into her mouth just as Miss System's voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding. Host has ejaculated inside Charlotte Linlin's mouth. Reward: 75 Attribute Points.]
That was the real advantage. Beyond the sexual pleasure and a sense of gratification attained knowing that it's Charlotte Linlin sucking his cock, making her actually earn his semen through servicing him using her mouth, also brought tangible rewards, each time contributing directly to his growth.
After all, engaging in sexual activity helps him earn the points he needs, which was exactly what he wanted. She gets to savor his semen as she desires, and he gains the points he needs to grow stronger.
It was, in every sense, a mutually beneficial arrangement that no one should have any reason to complain about.
[Really, host? Do you truly have nothing to complain about?] Miss System asked, her tone laced with skepticism.
'Didn't I already say that, Miss System? What could I possibly have to complain abou—alright, fine… maybe there is one thing,' Zechs admitted at last.
He reached down and patted Linlin's head as she carefully tended to any remaining traces from him, unwilling to let even a single drop go to waste. Then he spoke to her in a casual tone. "Linlin… let's try something different."
Linlin blinked and released him from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. Even so, her hand continued to stroke him as she tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked up, asking, "Something different? Why?"
"I'm getting bored just sitting like this," he replied.
Indeed, the one thing he had to complain about was boredom.
Having a cigarette to smoke, a cabin to relax in, and a beautiful woman devotedly bobbing her head on his dick is certainly a man's dream. But when the same thing went on for hours while he did nothing but sit still and smoke, even that began to lose its appeal a little.
If countless netizens could hear Zechs' thoughts, especially knowing that the woman devoted to him was a younger, more innocent Charlotte Linlin, many of them, armed with their 'I can fix her' mentality, would probably cry out in collective outrage. 'Raijuu, Shine!'
After all, a younger Linlin who hadn't popping out kids like popcorn was the fantasy of many, considering how powerful, intense, and larger than life she is, literally. There were plenty who wouldn't even mind being dominated by her, who would gladly devote themselves to her ambitions and support her dream of building her vast pirate family consisting of 85 children.
And yet, here was Zechs, living a situation many would envy, complaining about boredom.
Wasn't that a little unfair?
How did he end up being the one she focused all her attention on… while everyone else could only imagine it from afar?
In that regard, Zechs could only say, 'Because I am Him!'
And because he is Him, he didn't just want her to suck his dick with her cherry lips; he also wanted to pound her core, again.
But Linlin shook her head. "No… I want to keep savoring your cum. So sit there like a good man and let me have it."
Would Linlin care if he was bored? To her, her own pleasure came first, and that was all she chose to focus on.
Zechs' lips twitched. 'It seems the normal approach won't work with her,' he thought.
After a brief moment of consideration, he spoke again. "If we keep going like this… I'll lose my erection. And if that happens, you won't be able to savor any more of my cum."
As if on cue, his erection began to fade, his firmness softening with each passing moment.
Linlin frowned. "Hey… make it hard again. I need more of your cum," she insisted, her hand moving more firmly as she tried to keep him stimulated. But despite her efforts, the firmness continued to fade.
Zechs only shrugged. "I told you, Linlin… I'm getting bored. And when I get bored, I lose my erection. That's why I suggested we try something different."
"Tch." Linlin clicked her tongue, already realizing he had done it on purpose. Since that was the case, she didn't seem to have much choice but to give in and agree to do something else. "Fine… we'll do something else. You want to fuck, right? Then let's do it," she said firmly. After a brief pause, she added a condition, "But I'll be on top and the one in control."
"You want to be on top and the one in control?" questioned Zechs, raising an eyebrow…
Linlin smiled as she leaned forward and traced his cheek, "Didn't I say this morning? 'Next time, it would be you who ends up beneath me, my dear Zechs,' so naturally, I'll be on top…"
Moreover, she intended to teach him a lesson so he wouldn't become too arrogant around her.
"Fufu… well, well, Linlin… so you want to be on top, huh? The thing is… I want to be on top too," Zechs said. He was naturally dominant; how could he accept being on the bottom?
"Sounds like a problem," Linlin replied, clearly unwilling to back down. "So what are we going to do? Are we going to fight to decide who gets to be on top?"
"Fight? No, no. Fighting isn't a good idea," Zechs said, shaking his head. "A couple that's going to get married shouldn't be doing things like that."
Linlin rolled her eyes. "Then how are we supposed to decide? Unless you're willing to stay under me, I don't see any other way besides a fight."
"Women… why do you always jump straight to violence?" Zechs muttered with a slight pout. "Do you really want to fight your future husband that badly?"
"If it's to tame my future husband, then I wouldn't mind fighting at all," Linlin replied while sliding her index finger along his cheek and looking at him with a possessive gaze.
Zechs' lips twitched at her blunt answer and her possessive actions, but he shook his head. "Let's avoid violence, and definitely avoid domestic abuse. It's not like we can report each other to the Marines either. They'd end up arresting both of us."
After a brief pause, he added, "I have another idea. Instead of fighting, how about we turn this into a game?"
"A game?" Linlin raised an eyebrow, her interest immediately piqued.
"That's right. Let's make it a game. We're going to go for multiple rounds anyway, so instead of deciding who gets to be on top for the entire duration beforehand, we'll determine it each time. Whoever wins a round gets to be on top in the next round and also gets to decide which position to take in the next round. What do you think?" he explained, hiding a sly grin underneath his calm expression.
"Control and position, is it?" murmured Linlin, and asked, "Hmm… and how exactly are you going to decide who wins a round?"
"That's simple," Zechs replied. "Whoever reaches orgasm first loses. The one who can hold out longer wins…"
Hearing that, Linlin smirked. "Got it… Then let's do it."
She wasn't entirely sure how well she would perform, after all, she is new to this world of pleasure, but the idea sounded fun, and that alone was enough to make her willing to give the game a try.
"Fufu… alright then." He said, secretly delighted that she agreed, 'With this… I'd get to fuck her even in positions she'd normally not agree…' and with that in mind, he snuffed the cigarette bud on the ashtray, and even relented, "Since you wanted to be on the top so much, I'll let you be on top for the first round."
After all, he is an old player of such a game; the outcome would be inevitable; she wouldn't stand a chance of winning any round and would become a moaning mess from his relentless ploughing.
Before that happens, he decided to indulge her and let her have her way at the start.
"Just don't regret it…" said Linlin, noticing the condescension in his gaze that seemed to tell her, 'you don't stand a chance, girl.'
'Humph… I'll be sure to make you cry…' she thought, determined to wipe that secret smirk on his face as she stood up and spoke in a commanding tone. "Get your dick ready."
Zechs paid no mind to her ordering voice and replied casually, "Already taken care of," and also adjusted his position to properly lie down on the bed. "Whenever you are ready, come, ride me."
"Hmm…" she murmured as she stepped closer. Placing her feet on either side of his waist, she lowered herself down over him. Soon, his firmness, angled upward, brushed against her already damp folds, sending a faint shiver through her body, and made her leak out a sweet moan, "Hnnn…"
But biting her lip to contain herself, she guided him at the entrance of her core using her hand and slowly lowered her hips, easing down in a measured motion.
With a wet plop, his dick entered her pussy as Zechs immediately groaned as the heat and pressure of her core enveloped him, "Gaahh… this tightness…"
Her walls were gripping him so firmly, as if they'd make him release instantly.
"How is it? Do you already feel like you might lose?" Linlin asked, her own voice trembling slightly. She felt the slow stretch as she took more of him in. His length, which is girthier than her clenched fist, and also very long, was penetrating her depths, causing her to feel a sharp, breathless tension through her body as she felt her walls being stretched open painfully.
The intensity made her instincts tighten, and a wave rose within her, threatening to break out, but she forced herself to hold it back, steadying her breathing as she lifted her gaze to meet his, silently telling him, 'Come on… give in already.'
Zechs snorted. "What are you talking about? Me, lose? Forget losing, we haven't even started yet." Then he asked, "So, are you going to move, or do you want me to take over?"
"Of course it's going to be me," she replied, wanting to be in charge.
Still in a lowered position, she placed both hands against his toned stomach and leaned forward slightly for support as her full breasts hung in the air, and her pink peaks almost brushed against his skin, making him gulp at the enticing view.
She laughed lightly, noticing him gulp and began to move her hips, slowly rocking along his length.
Plap… Plap… Plap…
The rhythmic sounds of her flesh meeting his filled the cabin as Linlin moved with deliberate slowness at first, getting used to this movement.
Her inner walls tightened around him, gripping him so firmly that Zechs had to grit his teeth. Each downward motion sent waves of pleasure through both of them, while the slick warmth of her core coated his length, making every movement smoother yet more intense.
"Ahhnn… hannn… hnnnn… ahhnn… you feel so full inside me…" Linlin moaned, feeling the tip of his length press against her deepest point with each descent. Her hips trembled with weakness, but it was too early to slow down. She pursed her lips and forced herself to keep moving, continuing to rock steadily.
"Fuu… ahhh… that feels good, Linlin…" Zechs breathed. "I've never felt a pussy as tight as yours. Right now… you're even tighter than you were yesterday."
The previous night, she had already been tight, but now, after shrinking her body from 8.8 meters down to 1.8 meters, the difference was overwhelming. Her pussy had become incredibly snug, squeezing his entire length so firmly that the pressure bordered on painful, sending sharp throbbing sensations through him. The intense tightness was driving him toward the edge far faster than he normally would.
"Hahaa… Zechs, look at your face… you're already getting close to releasing, aren't you?" Linlin laughed as she watched his flushed expression strain with restraint.
Her own face deepened in color as she fought the rising pressure building inside her. Her thighs trembled slightly from the effort, but she maintained a steady rhythm, grinding down with more force to push him closer to the brink. Leaning forward slightly, she urged him in a husky voice, "Since you're getting close… just give in. Cum for me, my dear Zechs…"
Zechs let out a strained chuckle through clenched teeth, his hands gripping her hips as he felt the powerful muscles flex beneath her skin.
"Me? Give in? Not a chance, Linlin… you're the one tightening up. I can feel you fluttering around me. Why don't you just let go and lose? This is only the first round, isn't it? Losing the first round shouldn't matter that much."
Plap… Plap…
Her orange-brown eyes narrowed in defiance, though her brows drew together under the weight of rising pleasure. Her lips parted, a soft moan slipping out before she could fully suppress it.
"Nngh… dream on… I won't… haaah… cum first… you will…"
"And… gaah… why do you think… hnn… that I will?" Zechs shot back, forcing himself to stay in control.
"Because," Linlin answered breathlessly, "I'm the one driving you crazy with pleasure."
"What are you talking about? The one being driven crazy isn't me, it's you. Just look at your face. I can tell how badly you want to cum. If that's the case, then go ahead and give in, Linlin. There's no shame in admitting defeat to your future husband," Zechs replied.
"Humph!" Linlin snorted, refusing to answer further as she continued to move, increasing the intensity of her rhythm while the tension between them steadily rose.
The strain showed clearly on both their faces. Linlin's cheeks burned crimson, her expression caught between pleasure and stubborn resolve as beads of sweat slid down her forehead. Zechs' jaw remained tightly set, his eyes half-lidded with restrained bliss, a faint grimace tugging at his lips as he fought the rising urge.
Neither of them intended to yield. Both were rulers in their own right, both wielders of Conqueror's Haki, and neither would surrender easily. Their bodies remained locked in a fierce contest of endurance as the air around them grew thick with heat, sweat, and breathless sound.
"Hannn… hnnn… ahhnn…"
"Hnng… gaah… ohhh…"
Time continued to pass, yet neither of them showed any sign of yielding. The contest dragged on, their endurance pushed further as the struggle intensified.
Partway through, the mounting pressure became almost unbearable for Zechs.
'Damn… at this rate, I'll be the one to lose,' he thought, fully aware that he needed to shift the momentum if he wanted to win.
And he knew exactly how to do it.
A sly glint flickered in his eyes as he slid one hand upward, gathering her heavy breasts in his palm. He drew them closer and raised his head, capturing one of her swaying peaks between his lips. His tongue flicked across the sensitive peak before he began to savor firmly.
Chu… Slrrp…
"Aaahnnn… w-what do you think you're doing?" Linlin gasped, her body jolting at the added stimulation. Her hips faltered mid-motion as sharp waves of sensation shot from her breast straight down to her core.
Zechs smirked against her skin. He released her peak with a soft, wet sound, only to move to the other, his teeth grazing it lightly before giving it a teasing tug.
"Fufu… there's no rule that says I can't use your breasts to push you over the edge faster."
Before she could protest again, his mouth returned to her chest, his tongue circling the sensitive peak in slow, relentless motions. At the same time, his hand cupped her other breast, his fingers teasing and rolling the peak between them.
"Nnghhh… s-stop… that's… cheating… aaahhnnn~" Linlin whimpered, her expression tightening as her eyes squeezed shut, the mounting pleasure threatening to break her control.
"Cheating? What are you talking about? We're pirates, everything is fair in this kind of battle," he said, then added with a teasing edge, "If it's too much, why not surrender?"
"As if…" she shot back and tried to lean backward.
If she could create some distance between her chest and his mouth, maybe he wouldn't be able to keep teasing her.
That was her thought, but the position worked against her. In the squatting position, leaning back made it difficult to move at all. Worse, Zechs used her peaks as leverage, pulling them firmly so that she could only keep herself tilted forward, which left her feeling helpless, 'At this rate… I'll be the one defeated.'
'N-no… I can't give in like this…' She definitely didn't want to be the one defeated here.
'If I can't stop him from toying with my breasts… then… I'll just have to increase the pressure on his cock…'
So, gritting her teeth, she redoubled her efforts. She began rocking harder, descending her hips with growing urgency, driving herself against him in a frantic attempt to push him over the edge first. Her body tightened rhythmically around him, trying to draw out his release through sheer intensity.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Hannn… hannn… " The increased force also drove her own sensations higher. Each downward motion pressed him deeper, the impact sending sharper waves of pleasure through her and making her head spin. Even so, she refused to slow down, forcing herself to move faster, harder, determined not to be the first to break.
Zechs groaned against her breast as the intensified friction pushed him closer to the brink. His length throbbed inside her, the pressure building rapidly as he held on through sheer will, his expression tightening with strained pleasure.
Noticing his reaction, Linlin, already teetering on the edge herself, spoke through heavy breaths. "How about now, my dear Zechs… haah… haaahnnn… are you about to release? If you want to… hnnn… you can. I'll allow it…"
But Zechs refused to give in first. "Haaah… not… yet…" he managed between breaths. "You first, Linlin…"
"Dammit… bastard... just cum already!" Linlin cried out. The strain was becoming too much for her. Her vision wavered, her eyes threatening to roll back as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Fufu… make me," he taunted. He tightened his muscles with all his strength to hold himself back, tugging both of her peaks at once as he added mockingly, "But looking at you… it seems you can't handle me anymore. At this rate, I'm the one who's going to win."
"N-no… I'm the one who is— I'm the one— haaah— I'm—!" she tried to deny it, again and again.
But her body soon betrayed her.
Her hips descended one final time, and her control shattered all at once as her entire body seized, her back arching sharply as a broken cry tore from her throat, "I'm— I'm cumming!"
Shlaaaaaa!
Her core tightened around him in powerful, rhythmic spasms, overwhelming her as the release crashed through her in uncontrollable waves, soaking his groin and the sheets beneath.
Indeed, she climaxed hard, shuddering, gasping, her nails digging crescents into his chest as her strength gave out completely.
Zechs watched her fall apart with satisfaction, a slow, victorious smirk curving his lips.
His own length was throbbing inside her still-spasming, trembling core, but he felt satisfied now that she had climaxed, and laughed triumphantly, "Fufu… looks like I win this round, Linlin…"
Linlin sagged forward against his chest, panting and trembling, her cheeks flushed deep red and her eyes unfocused from the lingering aftershocks.
"…cheater…" she mumbled weakly against his skin.
"Pirates, remember?" Zechs chuckled. His hands slid down to grip her ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh as he added, "And now it's my turn to orgasm. After that, we'll change positions for the second round."
Then, without giving her time to fully recover, he began to move again, driving his hips upward in strong, steady thrusts, pulling her down into the rhythm as he pushed himself deep into her still-quivering core.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Haaann… Zechs… w-wait… I'm still… sensitive…" she moaned weakly, though her body arched into his rhythm, the lingering aftershocks melting into a new wave of sensation as her tongue slipped out and her eyes rolled back in pleasure like those captivating women in intimate tales.
The sight was so alluring that he completely ignored her protest and continued his relentless pace, driving her deeper into overwhelming sensation.
"Ahhn… Zechs… Zechs… slow down... hhhannn… ahhannn…" she cried, her voice trembling.
But did he slow down? Of course not. He kept thrusting to embrace her core, his movements relentless and forceful, repeating her name over and over. "Linlin… Linlin… damn… Linlin…"
The pressure on his length continued to increase until it reached its breaking point. "Gahh… I'm about to cum, Linlin…"
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt as the tension finally snapped.
"Guhh… Linlin… take it all!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
A powerful release followed, as hot, thick waves of essence flooded her depths, mixing with her release as her walls embraced him greedily, drawing out every drop until he finally stilled.
"Haaah… haaah… haah…" Both of them lay breathless in the aftermath, drawing in deep, unsteady breaths as they held each other close.
After a while, Zechs said with a satisfied note in his voice, "Now then… As the winner of the first round, I'll be on top in the second round. Fufu… Linlin, my dear future wife… are you ready to be beneath your future husband?"
"Haaah… haaah… not for long…" she replied, her fighting spirit still burning. "In the second round… haaah… I'm the one who'll win… and I'll pin you back under me."
"Fufu… ahhahaha…" Zechs laughed softly. "That's what you plan to do? But… will you really be able to?"
After all, the game they were playing had been rigged from the very beginning, and Linlin, still innocent when it came to matters related to intimacy, failed to see through it.
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