บท 42: SS (A) - All Hands on Deck
I lose my cool when she steps in the room
And I get so excited just from her perfume
Electric eyes that you can't ignore
And passion burns you like never before
I was in search of a good time
Just running my game
Love was the furthest
Furthest from my mind
Caribbean Queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run
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The music was slow and sensual, like the woman in my arms.
My hands flowed over her body, teasing and fluttering. A delicate brush teased her with possibilities that hinted at future pleasure yet dangled it out of her reach.
I touched nothing inappropriate. My actions were almost chaste and prudish.
I was driving her absolutely wild.
In return, she tempted me with sexuality, with tactile physicality.
She pressed into me. The swell of her generous bust was like fire on my chest. Her nipples, separated from me by only two thin layers of cloth, felt like blades as they cut their way through my restraint with every movement. Her hips swayed, the movement matching mine but with extra sway, a lilt and roll only a woman of lythe beauty could pull off.
Every move of hers was the flutter of silk in the wind.
Or like a falling petal.
Nico Robin was sex on legs, and everyone around us knew it.
Her light purple dress covered everything necessary to be decent and left so much exposed that it drove me absolutely mad with tantalization.
I had seen more than one man trip over his feet while staring at her.
Not that I could blame them.
All seven women accompanying me were beautiful, dressed to kill, and moved with the confidence of women who had faced down the greatest heroes this world had to offer earlier today.
Ranni had attracted multiple odd looks with her blue skin and four arms, but she had still been hit on no less than seven times in the four hours we had been touring various clubs and dance halls. The night was still young here in Sydney, and more than a dozen men or women had tried their luck with my Family only to be shot down.
Some were more brutal than others.
Yoruichi would tease the person good-naturedly before letting them down easily.
If they tried to hit on Melina, Tsunade, Medea, Glynda or Scathach, they would be firmly, but not unkindly, told they weren't available.
The worst was Robin.
She wouldn't say anything.
With her impressive height, she would just loom over most of the unlucky bastards with an expressionless face. Then there would be a few seconds of awkward silence. Then she would slowly and obviously, look the person up and down.
Then she would raise an eyebrow as if asking, 'really?' and turn back to the group without saying a word.
One guy had cried.
Yoruichi had fallen over laughing.
The night was still young, but Glynda and Scathach had decided to retire for the night. Melina and Ranni had used them as an excuse to leave as well, enjoying the dancing but not liking the crowds. I'd like to get a more private affair set up for them. Medea had also dipped out, returning to her hobby.
Robin had turned and was sensually grinding her delicious ass against me.
Soon it would be just Yoruichi and Tsunade.
Her arms snaked their way upwards, wrapping around my neck as I pulled her closer to me. One hand held her hips as the other butterflied its way across her abdomen as I leaned down to kiss her.
Our lips stayed together even as we continued to dance, the world fading away until it was just her, I, and the music.
It was an incredibly intense and intimate moment, neither of us saying a word, just revelling in each other's touch.
In being there together.
Robin will always have a special place in my heart.
Not only because she was the most like me in demeanour, thought process, and sense of humour, but also because she had been the first to appear in that cell in the Asylum.
In a very real way, Robin had been to me what the Straw Hats had been to her.
A spark of hope in the dark.
I connected so easily with her that it sometimes frightened me.
Our first time together had been less than a day after I had gotten my body back. I had joined her in the library, grabbed a book I hadn't finished, and layed out to relax on a nearby chair while she lay on the couch.
For over an hour, we had simply sat by each other, the sounds of pages turning the only noise in the room.
There had been a tension in the air then, and it had erupted without warning.
One moment, we were contently reading, and the next, she pulled my hair and scratched at my back as I slammed myself into her repeatedly.
And then it was over, and we went back to our books. She curled up to me on the couch since the chair was ruined.
Not a word had passed between us since I had walked in.
That was often how it was between us.
I, as a general rule, hated silence. I liked to talk, joke, and laugh. Even while reading, I want to listen to music. When things were silent around me, it meant I was too caught up in my thoughts.
Which was a bad thing.
There were precisely two times I liked silence.
When I was flying.
When Robin and I were reading together.
Barring Melina and Ranni, who had an unfair advantage, I can unequivocally say I was closest to Robin.
While some might decry me as playing favourites of loving one over the others, the Family and I understood the truth.
Some relationships progress faster than others. Some people just click easier.
Did it make my feelings for the others any less?
No.
It meant I needed to work harder to reach that level of understanding with them that Robin and I attained instinctively.
And I had eternity to do it.
Caught up in my feelings, memories, hopes for the future, and Robin, I didn't realize the music had shifted to a faster pace beat. The dancers around us had ceased their slow movements and were jumping, singing, and moving more frantically with the more upbeat tunes.
The former Pirate also didn't notice the change, holding me fast in her embrace.
We would have stayed there, dancing to a tune only we could hear and caught up in each other for hours if Yoruichi didn't take the opportunity to tease us.
The whistle, an honest to god catcall, rang loudly over the music.
It originated from below my feet, and the swish of a black tail danced at the edge of my vision.
"Get a room!" I heard her shout, though I couldn't see her even as I whipped my head to the bar where she and Tsunade had been.
'Had' was the keyword.
They were long gone, likely to drink the city out of house and home.
One of these days, I was going to collar that cat.
Every eye had turned to us.
A few returned to their dancing or drinking, but a half dozen pairs of eyes remained locked on us.
We had been on international news not even a whole day ago.
I was honestly surprised we were so rarely identified. I chalked it up to most people not having caught the incident with Doomsday and its after-effects.
That anonymity, limited as it was, would fade in a matter of days.
"I found her," Robin told me, one eye closed as she used her power. The other looked up at me, an electric blue that reminded me of the clear skies, and a wordless conversation passed between us.
She smirked, her hands crossing over her chest.
I didn't need to ask to know that Yoruichi had just had a very bad time.
"She does have a point, though," I said softly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She let her power fade as I kissed my way up her collarbone and up her neck. Robin let out a throaty sound that drove me wild. "We plan to meet the Titans in less than ten hours. That's barely enough time."
"Time for what?" She asked breathily.
"Time for me to learn every inch of your body," I said as my hands stopped their delicate dance along her form and grabbed two handfuls of her incredible ass. She groaned as I pressed my erection against her. "Intimately."
She moaned in desire.
"Time for me to teach you what can't be learned in a library," I said as we ground into each other, heat overtaking us.
"I learned a lot in that library," Robin chuckled as she nipped at my neck. She was one of a few in the Family who could reach that high.
"A quicky is nowhere near enough time to learn anything." We were both panting with desire, practically dry-humping on the dance floor and giving the onlookers a show they wouldn't soon forget.
"Hmm," the former pirate hummed sensually, continuing to writhe in my hands. "Teach me, and I may remember. Involve me, and I'll learn."
I froze, my hands stopping their exploration as I looked down into electric blue eyes in disbelief.
"Did you just quote Benjamin Franklin as dirty talk?" I asked.
"I did," Robin smiled up at me impishly.
My booming laughter was even louder than the whistle had been, but I couldn't help it.
The raw heat between us faded slightly as I roared with laughter, and she giggled behind a hand. Replacing it was a sense of comradery. If she or I had done something like that with anyone else in the Family, they would not have recognized the quote for the joke it was.
God, I loved this woman.
It was probably for the best we cooled it for the moment. I had been seconds away from tearing Robin's dress from her body and having my way with her on the dance floor.
Exhibitionism wasn't one of my fetishes, but I wasn't opposed to it either. We both would have enjoyed giving the world a different kind of show than the one we had given the heroes earlier.
It would have cost me the gravitas I had built up, which would have been a shame.
"Let's go," I said as I leaned down to peck her on the lips once my laughter had faded. I used the chance to concentrate, maximizing my focus and carefully dredging up my power.
This was my first time casting the spell with a companion, and I would rather not smear us across the space-time continuum.
After a few seconds of making out, our forms began to shimmer in pale blue starlight.
Three seconds later, we had disappeared from the dance floor to appear at the entrance to the master bedroom at the Mansion.
"That's a new trick," Robin said as we separated.
"A bit of a mishap earlier told me I should look into other teleportation options than just relying on Raven," I said with a shrug. I had seen Ranni use the spell a few times but had yet to have the chance to officially learn it since she had been limited by her doll body in Elden Ring. I had spent a few hours learning it from her earlier today. "I'll learn an imitation of Medea's teleportation later too. It's faster."
The newly risen sun shone on my bed as I opened the door to my room.
I had barely opened the door before I was pushed from behind with considerable strength.
Robin chuckled lowly as I flew across the room and landed sprawled on the bed.
"I need to get ready," she said as I sat up. Before I could get off the bed and undress, two forms appeared beside me and held me down.
"Don't worry." The Robin on my left said as she started to unbutton my shirt.
"We'll keep you company." The Robin on my left continued, working on removing my pants.
Both of them were only copies from the waist up but the four naked breasts, topped with perky pink nipples, provided more than enough reason to not feel weirded out by the uncanny display.
"Have fun," Robin said as she sashayed out of my room, her hips swaying in an almost hypnotic movement.
You hate to see them leave but love to watch them walk away.
Of course, I could only focus on her sexy exit for a moment before the two clones completely undressed me.
The haze of lust that had temporarily left us with Robin's joke earlier redescended as two pairs of eyes watched my throbbing erection hungrily.
I, in turn, felt my pulse quicken as each of the clones made from the Hana Hana no Mi pressed a silky smooth hand against my turbid length. Unsurprisingly, they moved with perfect synchronicity up and down my length.
"Oh my," Right-Robin gasped, her empty hand covering her mouth in feigned surprise even as her other one continued to jack me off. "How did this fit into me?"
"Our husband is quite the brute," Left-Robin replied as if they weren't the exact same person in different bodies. She leaned her cheek on her other hand, looking up at me in fake fear. "Whatever shall we do when he slakes his ravenous lust on our poor body?"
I didn't need Sticky Fingers to know she was asking for it.
Grabbing the left clone's head, I was about to drive her snarky mouth down onto my dick when she dissolved into flower petals in my hand.
"How violent," Left-Robin said teasingly as she reformed on my side, her hand re-joining the other clones' in massaging my length.
I narrowed my eyes.
While the dual handjob felt nice, I was panting from lust after this evening and her teasing. I also wasn't one to beg, even in the bedroom, nor was I someone who enjoyed being passive or submissive regarding sex.
If she kept this teasing up, I would get... creative.
"I wanted to try something," Left-Robin explained, perhaps sensing my intent. Both hands stopped their motions and grabbed me at my base, holding me fast, so my erection stood straight up.
Then, the Robin clone on my right placed her unoccupied hand flat over my tip.
From her empty palm, a mouth formed, tongue dashing out to lick me.
"Hm," Robin hummed contemplatively. "The catalogue makes you taste good." She lowered her hand slightly, the mouth closing around my tip to suckle and lick lightly. "I've been interested in experimenting with my Devil Fruit like this for a while. Ever since we talked to Amelia. I've had some wonderfully fun ideas."
Slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, the hand lowered. My dick disappeared into that mouth millimetres at a time.
"This little trick, for example," she purred in my ear. "I can grow my mouth wherever I want, even in your pants. You could be doing absolutely anything, and I could be in the mood. I could be swallowing your dick while you were in a meeting, and nobody would know. And," Robin breathed deeply, caught up in her fantasy, as her hand lowered. Less than two inches had disappeared. "I might not use my mouth."
She was still teasing me.
That wouldn't do.
I had watched over the Dream for the entire time the women had been on the Island. I knew precisely how their powers had evolved as they ascended tiers from consuming my blood.
Robin had seen the most significant change.
She had started at T5, the weakest of those summoned. Her ascension had been focused on unlocking her Conqueror Haki and allowing her to multi-task with her Devil Fruit to an absurd degree. That was how she could give me this hand/blowjob while still talking.
One of her most significant weaknesses, the fact that everything done to her sprouted limbs reflected back onto her physical body, had been negated once she became Tier 7.
But just as I knew where she had improved, I also knew where she was still lacking.
"I would welcome you into me." Left-Robin continued to whisper into my ears as her clone lowered her hand the barest fraction of an inch. "Anytime. Anywhere. My womb woul-"
Her words were cut off as my hand, stealthily moving downwards, got close enough to grab her wrist.
In one fluid and fast motion, I yanked the hand down until her fingers and palm were pressed flush against my groin.
"Aghk," Robin choked at the sensation.
It used to be that if someone cut one of her summoned hands, the cut would be replicated on the real Robin. Now? She would only feel the pain of being cut but would have no wound.
The tight, wet, and warm throat surrounding my dick was only a conjuration of the Devil Fruit. Her actual throat remained unblocked and unchanged.
To Robin?
She felt every inch of my shaft carve its way down.
Robin hadn't been just going slow to tease me. It was also because this was her first blowjob, and she was not used to the sensation, even if she didn't have to worry about the lack of air that most women faced.
What I did was introduce her to no-risk deepthroating in one deep thrust.
She gasped as I quickly raised her hand back up.
"Glurk!" Robin choked on air as I lowered it down again just as quickly. "Ack! Urk! Glark! Slurp!"
To be honest, watching the clone of Nico Robin choke on empty air as I used her mouth like a sex toy would have been somewhat amusing if I was in any mind to tease her about it.
But I was focused on the feeling of her mouth, tongue, and throat.
I had been teased and tormented by seven beautiful women for hours, some deliberately, others purely accidentally. A crescendo had been building, and I was ready for a release.
Just because I could withhold my orgasm forever didn't mean I wanted to.
I stopped the clone's choking sounds when I roughly pulled her head up for a blazing kiss as I held the hand against my skin.
Robin shook as she felt me spasm my release down a throat that didn't exist. She tried to pull away, but I held her firm as I blew load after load down her throat.
As my orgasm petered out, I let go of Right-Robin's arm and Left-Robin's head.
The one on my left almost instantly dissolved into pink petals and didn't reform.
The one on my right remained where she was, eyes glazed and unfocused. A bit of drool and possibly cum, dribbled out of her jaw.
It was her throat I had just been ravaging.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I lifted the hand still pressed against my groin and used the mouth attached to clean myself off.
"How... violent," a sultry voice said from my doorway.
Looking up, I saw why Robin had needed to step out. There was no way she could have been wearing that under her dress.
She was a study in black and white. Robin's alabaster skin contrasted with the dark lace that covered her form. Her long, sensual legs were garbed in black stockings. More black lace was used as a garter belt to hold them in place and accentuate a waist covered in panties that might as well have been painted on.
Robin's prodigious breasts were covered in a bra that hid nothing, pink nipples acting as a splash of colour on the monochrome.
Her electric blue eyes were as unfocused as her clone's had been, and she held a hand up to her mouth even as she leaned against the doorway on unsteady legs.
"To be so rough," she whispered to herself, and I noticed her body shudder.
Even if I couldn't go literally forever, there wasn't a straight man in the world who wouldn't have gotten hard again at the sight of Nico Robin posing in lingerie in their doorway.
I let out a draconic growl, low and rumbling, as I stood from the bed and stalked my way to her. I reached her and grabbed her by the hips, hands pressed against the lace.
That shook her from her daze.
"I do believe I have learned something already," Robin said, looking up at me with a sly smile.
"And what is that," I rumbled.
"Why I never enjoyed female company as much as some of the others do," she said, pressing herself against me. I could feel the dampness of her panties against my erection. "There is just something so... solid, reliable, and rough in your form that the others lack." As Robin talked, her hands roamed around my torso, my arms, and my dick. "I do believe I have sthenolagnia. How curious."
I blinked down at her before mentally shrugging.
A muscle fetish wasn't even that strange. Good on her for finding out more about her preferences.
I wasn't a bodybuilder and never had been.
I had been in shape in my old life, exercising regularly for health benefits, but I never saw the need to waste so much time at the gym. When I had Amelia/Shaper create my body, I modelled it on my Elden Ring form. Not only because it was what the blood was from but also because it was the one I had spent the most time in. Thus my extra height as I gained more power and consumed more dragon hearts.
My muscles had been forged by long rides on Torrent, wearing heavy armour for decades and for swinging around massive slabs of metal and carving through bodies.
My body wasn't made for display, to brag about in gyms or to seduce people.
It was built for war.
That didn't mean I couldn't use them for this.
Robin could contemplate the implications of her new fetish later when she wasn't so aroused she couldn't stand straight.
Right now, I had pirate booty to plunder.
"Ah," Robin gasped as I picked her up at the waist.
To be honest, she wasn't heavy in the least to me, but I did go through the effort to flex my muscles under her hands. I also used a minor application of Priscilla's size-changing spell to give myself a few more inches of height, so I towered over her by at least a foot.
Since Robin was six foot two, that put me well over the seven-foot mark.
Then I carried her to the bed.
Slowly.
I dragged out the manhandling, the show of strength and control, of dominant power.
When I had picked her up, she had been wet and wide-eyed.
When I set her on the bed ten seconds later, she was panting and positively gushing.
"Wha," Robin looked up at me, her pupils so dilated in desire that the blue had almost been swallowed by the black. "What now?" She rasped from a dry throat, even as she liked her lips in lust.
"Now?" I asked rhetorically as I grabbed each of her arms and held them aloft with one hand. She hung there, ass off the bed, as I held her. The only limbs she could move were her legs, and even those were halted when I placed one of my enlarged hands on her hips to hold her in place.
Nico Robin was utterly at my mercy.
The seductress of earlier, the tease who had driven me wild, was no more.
The image of womanly grace, sophistication and refined beauty was gone.
What had replaced her was a beautiful woman indulging in a newly discovered fetish.
"Now," I said as one of my fingers pulled the front of her soaked panties aside, revealing the sopping core beneath. "You are Mine!"
I drove myself into her.
She came undone.
Moaning and thrashing, her head tilted back as her body undulated in my grasp. Robin's arms remained firmly in place, as did her waist, but her legs spasmed and writhed before wrapping themselves around me, holding me deep in her.
I didn't let her orgasm stop me.
Even as Robin's legs tried to lock me into place, I ignored their feeble strength to withdraw and thrust again. The force of my movement sent her massive breasts jiggling free of their lacy confines.
Artoria had been so inexperienced that, despite her greater strength, I had played her like an instrument. I imagine any future intimacy would be more back-and-forth than it had been that night.
Ranni had been incredibly willing and craved any sort of stimulation on top of being a virgin. She got off on literally everything I did.
Robin was someone whose button I found and hammered like I was panic-rolling from Ornstein and Smough.
Sticky Fingers helped make sure that my every move, every part of my body language, further emphasized my strength. I not only towered over Robin, and held her in place, but I also controlled the pace.
Just as when I carried her to the bed, I moved slowly and deliberately. I withdrew slowly, ensuring a flat pace even as her legs tried their best to lock me within her. I felt every bump and ridge of her velvety insides, and I made sure to carve my shape into her. When I slammed back into her, I did it with enough force to send her breasts and ass jiggling.
There was no subtlety in this. No seduction. No elegance.
I was a tower of muscle and strength, and I used that power to have my way with her at my own pace.
There was nothing Robin could do about it.
Robin was too weak.
Robin loved it.
My pace remained constant, and my hands were firmly in place, but the bouncing tits in front of my eyes also demanded attention.
I leaned down, much more than I usually would have, and caught a bouncing breast with my mouth, my teeth lightly scratching at her nipple.
"AAAHHHH!" Robin howled, her voice cracking as her most explosive orgasm yet shook her. Her insides undulated along my length, trying to milk me for all my worth.
I did not stop.
I maintained the same solid and steady rhythm as she writhed and thrashed. Her breast fell from my mouth, but I simply reached down and bit the one I had neglected.
I continued for half a minute as Robin rode her orgasm to its end. I was starting to feel the pleasure building up again, and instinct and desire wanted me to raise my pace, but I controlled myself.
The after-effects were still fading, minor spasms rocking Robin's form when she remembered her Devil Fruit.
Arms, half a dozen of them, sprouted along my body.
For a second, I feared I would have to put some effort into this show of strength.
I underestimated how much Robin wanted to explore this new discovery of hers.
Rather than use her powers to try and free herself from my domination, Robin's limbs started to caress me. Focusing on areas of dense muscles, such as my shoulders, thighs, arms and chest, her arms fondled, squeezed, rubbed, and massaged my body. Sometimes mouths would form on the palms of her hands, and she would lick or kiss a particularly taut muscle.
I had been worshiped before as my time in the Lands Between drew to a close.
I hated it with a passion. Any sort of blind faith made me disgusted. I had only been able to stomach their fawning because it served the purpose of my plan to escape.
This form of worship, so intimate and sensual, I could get behind. It did wonders for my ego.
A hand fondled my balls, four more massaged my shoulders, two mouths nibbled at my pecks, and a tongue was dragged along my abbs.
But all good things must end, even if I still had hours to go before meeting with the Titans. And there was a lot I wanted to do with Robin.
After minutes more of this strength play, even my steady pace brought me to the edge.
With an animalistic growl, I slammed myself hilt deep into Nico Robin one last time.
"MMMMMHHHHHHH," She moaned as my scalding cum blasted into her warm, waiting core. This set off another of her climaxes, one I let ride as I was caught up in the pleasure of my own release.
I continued to hold her in place even as my orgasm finished. Shrinking back to my regular size, I sat on the bed and pulled her close through the last throes of her own climax.
If it wasn't for the Catalogue, I would be genuinely worried about how easy it was to get these women to orgasm. My previous lovers had been nowhere near this responsive, and even then, we still had to deal with chaffing, soreness, and dehydration.
Sex magic for the win.
"Well," Robin said, still panting but lucid. "That was informative."
"I would hope so," I replied with a chuckle.
"Now," she continued as she stood up. Robin moved with the fluid grace she usually did, unlike the animalistic thrashing from earlier. Turning to me, still clad in her black lace lingerie, she kneeled between my legs. "Onto the next lesson."
Two more clones of her grew from the bed on either side of me, and all three pressed their naked breasts against my still-hard dick. They began moving up and down in perfect sync, rubbing their breasts and nipples against me and each other.
"Was my enhanced breast sensitivity due to the situation, or are they naturally like that?" Robin said with a sly smile, looking up at me with eyes still darkened with lust even as she hefted her massive mammaries.
"You are the image of a dedicated scholar, my dear," I said with a chuckle as I lay back and let the three versions of Nico Robin go to town under my watchful eye.
Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it.
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ReadingDangerously Pull up a chair, lads. Let old uncle Reading teach a lesson of his own.
I have gotten more than a few questions regarding the sexuality of the women, especially how some people seem to really hate how some got together. That is absurd.
So here is how I see them. This is either how they were portrayed in canon or as a result of actions taken in this fic.
Diana: Demisexual (Canon)
Emma: Mikael-sexual (As she is now, she is whatever he wants her to be.)
Raven: Heterosexual (Canon)
Tsunade: Bisexual (Prefers men but wouldn't kick a woman out of bed. Canonically, she was only with one man, with hints of one or two more. But Naruto Lore is weird, so this is how I read it. She is the biggest reach I feel, but she does have her reasons I'll get into later.)
Robin: Heterosexual (Experimented with Tsunade and Yoruichi, but it didn't really do much for her.)
Yoruichi: Demisexual (My reading of canon since she is never officially with anyone but her actions hint in this regard.)
Glynda: Pansexual (Originally Hetero before learning the Way of Thighs from Scathach)
Medea: Bisexual (Canon)
Artoria: Bisexual (Canon, but prefers men)
Scathach: Pansexual (Canon... Celts are weird)
Priscilla: Heterosexual? (Has no sexual experience, so cannot judge her preferences yet. She is still totally Yan for Mikael, so hetero for now. We'll see how her character develops.)
Ranni: Demisexual (Canon. She doesn't care if the Tarnished is male or female when they become her consort.)
Melina: Heterosexual (There is so little known about her in Elden Ring that I am solely basing this on the fic.)
That's the list for those curious. Sexuality can change from person to person and evolve over time as people find new things to like or dislike. Robin experimented with the female form and decided it wasn't for her. Glynda tried it and found she enjoyed it.
Learn what you like, experiment a little, and don't judge others for their preferences. Everyone is different. The internet is large enough to accommodate everyone, and fanfiction is the perfect example. I'm sure you can find something to your taste.
Class dismissed.
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