The bright, pure moonlight descended, illuminating the deck of the Little Fish with brilliant clarity.
Carmen possessed a wild streak—a personality perfectly mirrored by her fiery, lion-like hairstyle. With her blood running hot and her inhibitions melted away by Darian's intoxicating proximity, Carmen fully surrendered to the moment.
She straddled Darian's lap, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Without waiting for him to take the lead, she pressed her lips against his, their tongues immediately intertwining in a desperate, hungry kiss.
With both of his hands now free, Darian was finally at liberty to explore the curves she so willingly offered.
One hand stroked her smooth, slender thigh, while the other slid down to firmly grasp her voluptuous bottom. Perhaps it was because Carmen spent all day on her feet in the galley, but her shapely hips were exceptionally firm, pert, and elastic.
His hand squeezed and kneaded her round posterior. The stimulation clearly affected Carmen; Darian could distinctly feel her lithe body growing hotter and heavier against him, her hips unconsciously grinding down against his straining erection through the thin fabric of their clothes.
After a long while, their lips finally parted. Both were panting heavily as their eyes locked. Carmen's eyes were glistening and dewy, and her cheeks were flushed so crimson they looked as if they were about to drip blood.
Darian's hand reached for the loose sash of Carmen's nightgown. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he asked softly, "Is this okay?"
By this point, Carmen was completely swept up in the undertow of her own desire. She simply bit down on her glossy lower lip, offering no verbal reply as she stared back at him with burning need.
In moments like these, silence served as enthusiastic consent.
Gently untying the sash, Darian pulled the silky fabric open. The nightgown parted, laying her bountiful curves bare and completely unadorned before his eyes.
Bathed in the moonlight, her skin appeared dazzlingly fair. As Carmen's chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing, her heavy, magnificent breasts—crowned with tight, crimson peaks—looked utterly irresistible.
Darian couldn't tell if she had simply foregone a bra because she was preparing for sleep, or if she had planned this seduction all along; yet, he wasn't foolish enough to ask and ruin the mood.
"You're truly beautiful," Darian marveled, his praise coming straight from the heart.
Darian's appreciative gaze—his genuine, sincere admiration for her body—bestowed upon Carmen a profound sense of validation. A happy, relieved smile blossomed across her flushed face.
He reached out to cup those heavy mounds, reveling in their smooth, soft texture. He kneaded them gently, pushing the soft flesh together.
Gazing at the alluring, erect peaks, Darian leaned in and took one into his mouth. He sucked on the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around the areola, savoring her taste.
As the sensitive spot came under attack, Carmen gasped, instinctively cradling Darian's head to her chest. Throwing her head back, she let out a soft, shuddering moan—a sound that blurred the line between pleasure and desperation.
Darian was thoroughly satisfied with the "appetizer" Carmen had offered. But a far richer feast awaited him.
He gently lifted Carmen and settled her back against the wide leather cushions of the captain's chair. Fortunately, the double-wide seat situated behind the helm was spacious enough—it was, after all, where Darian had rested during his night watches—making it perfectly capable of accommodating them both.
After spreading her white nightgown open over the leather seat and settling her into place, Darian stood up to remove his own clothes.
Drawing upon his past experiences with Nami, Kaya, and Nojiko, Darian understood that foreplay and gentle reassurance were of paramount importance, especially for a woman's first time.
He knelt before the chair. He planted light kisses upon Carmen's inner thighs, slowly working his way upward. Gently parting her knees, he was granted a full view of her most intimate sanctuary.
Nestled within the valley was a neat patch of fiery red hair, matching the color of the locks on her head.
Within that valley, a stream was already flowing freely. She was incredibly wet, slick with her own arousal, the delicate pink petals glistening in the moonlight.
Somewhere along the way, Darian had developed a peculiar habit: whenever he encountered a new partner, he loved to taste them first.
He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her soaked core.
"Ah!" Carmen jolted, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair as Darian's tongue went to work. He licked and sucked the sensitive nub, drinking deeply of her sweet juices until her thighs were trembling uncontrollably.
Only after his face was thoroughly dampened by her liquid did Darian finally pull away.
Tasting her had only served to push Darian's internal heat to the boiling point. He stepped between her spread legs, his massive, rigid erection throbbing with unbearable urgency.
Darian lowered himself over her. Carmen opened her arms wide to welcome him, wrapping them tightly around his neck and pulling him close.
"I'm coming in now," Darian whispered softly against her ear.
After receiving a soft, breathless hum of assent, Darian aligned his hips and slowly began to push forward.
Carmen was a virgin. As Darian breached the entrance, he encountered the delicate, unyielding resistance of her maidenhead.
Feeling a searing heat invade her body—bringing with it a sharp, tearing pain—Carmen cried out softly, clamping her long legs tightly around Darian's waist, pinning his hips in place to halt his forward momentum.
Sensing her tension—and finding himself locked in place by her tight grip—Darian stopped immediately. He gently kissed her cheek, stroking her hair and soothing her, coaxing her to relax her muscles.
Once Carmen's breathing had steadied and the initial pain subsided, Darian began to move again. He drove his hips forward with slow, deliberate force, breaking past the barrier and sinking to the very hilt.
"Oh god," Darian groaned. She was incredibly tight, her internal walls slick and hot, squeezing him from all sides.
Clinging tightly to Darian's broad shoulders, Carmen felt that the man above her was at once incredibly gentle, yet overwhelmingly powerful.
When tears of pain welled in her eyes, he tenderly kissed them away; yet, once she had begun to adapt to his size, he began to pull back and thrust forward, establishing a slow, rhythmic pace.
As Darian continued to move—again and again—the pain slowly faded, replaced by a rising, consuming tide of intense pleasure. Her moans grew louder, echoing softly across the empty deck.
Below Deck. The Guest Cabin.
Inside one of the guest cabins, Robin was lying on her bed in a light, silk nightgown, turning the pages of a thick history book she held in her hands.
One could only say she truly lived up to her reputation as an archaeologist; no matter where she went, she never stopped studying. When they went ashore at Summer Solstice Island today, aside from purchasing basic necessities, the very first thing she had bought was a stack of local books.
In truth, after forcibly detaining Robin on board, Darian had allowed her to go ashore today with the specific intention of giving her an opportunity to run.
He was playing a game of "hard to get"—feigning indifference to test her resolve.
However, what Darian hadn't anticipated was that Robin would return to the ship of her own accord.
Had she known what was going through Darian's mind, Robin surely would have rolled her eyes at him. He had promised to let her go ashore, yet he had confiscated her primary means of transportation—the giant Banchi turtle—and she was completely penniless! By the time Robin could have figured out a way to safely escape the island, Darian would have easily tracked her down anyway.
Besides, what difference did it make which ship she took back to Alabasta? Crocodile wouldn't care how she arrived, as long as she deciphered the Poneglyph.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Robin saw that it was already past midnight. She then cast a look at the empty bed across the room.
It had been well over an hour since Carmen had gone up to the deck to deliver a plate of pastries to the Captain, yet she still hadn't returned.
Given the intense, predatory value Darian placed on Robin, Nami (who was currently dealing with her period and thus "out of commission") had insisted on sharing a room with Robin the previous night to act as a physical barrier.
But tonight, after the young Baroque Works artist, Marianne (Miss Goldenweek), had been brought aboard, Robin had decided to take the terrified child into her room to sleep. Since Vivi had moved into Nami's room, Robin had been forced to share a cabin with the chef, Carmen. Meanwhile, the two loud bounty hunters/pirates, Mikita and Alvida, shared the last available room.
Now that every available cabin on the ship was occupied by women, if Darian wanted to get any sleep, he would have to squeeze into a room with them—though perhaps that was exactly his master plan all along!
It was getting late. Preparing to turn out the lights and go to sleep, Robin was curious as to what was keeping the chef. She couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, so she simply used her Devil Fruit ability.
"Treinta Fleur... Oreja (Ear)."
A waft of floral fragrance drifted through the air as an ear sprouted from a wooden beam inside the ship's dining hall. Yet, the room remained utterly silent.
Finding the dining hall empty, Robin furrowed her brows slightly and extended her ability further up.
An ear sprouted on the railing of the main deck.
Through it, Robin instantly heard a muffled, high-pitched moan from Carmen—one that sounded like a mix of pain and overwhelming ecstasy.
Hearing the moan, and fearing that the assassin Mr. 3 had somehow escaped his bonds and attacked the chef, Robin immediately sprouted an eye directly onto the floorboards of the deck. In her alarm, she completely failed to process the distinct sound of rhythmic, wet slapping—like applause—interspersed with the groans.
"Ojo (Eye)."
Darian—who was vigorously thrusting into the slick, fertile heat beneath him—suddenly caught the scent of flowers.
Acting on pure instinct, Darian glanced to the side and spotted a blue eye blooming on the wooden planks right next to his boots. Mid-thrust, he froze instantly.
Back in her cabin, lying in bed with her arms crossed and her real eyes closed, Robin was equally stunned by the visual transmitted to her.
Gazing at the man and woman—who were locked in a frenzied, entirely naked, and highly explicit tangle on the captain's chair—Robin's hyper-intelligent mind momentarily short-circuited.
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