//Sorry for the irregular updates friends, IRL stuff and medical issues elude me from doing this regularly.
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Sky Islands, Divine Kingdom, Imperial Palace.
It was high noon, and the Divine Palace was alive with the clink of plates and the warm scent of lunch drifting through the halls.
The angel maids used to handle all the cooking, but these days Jessica and Makino had happily claimed the kitchen as their domain.
Even Mikita had joined the fun, though her "cooking" was limited to melting, tempering, and molding the silkiest chocolates imaginable.
She still dreamed of opening her own little chocolate parlor one day, and practice made perfect, so the palace was never short on truffles.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and leaned back with satisfied sighs, the real talk began.
Priestess Maya had barely made it through the meal.
Yesterday, shortly after returning to Skypiea, a White Sea creature had ambushed her with a vicious attack while travelling the Upper Yard.
She'd come out unscathed physically, but the girl was running on fumes.
The moment her plate was clean she excused herself and shuffled off to rest.
Milk Maiden Moda, hair still singed from the same ordeal, followed quietly behind her.
James watched them go, then turned to the four women he'd asked to stay: Perona, Kalifa, Jessica, and Makina.
They hadn't spent nearly enough one-on-one time with him yet, and a king had to nurture his bonds—plus, idle hands made for bored concubines. Better to keep them busy and adored.
The four of them had already grown close under Robin's gentle matchmaking, but this was the first time James had pulled them into a private council.
Conversation started formally, drifted into gossip, and soon the main hall rang with bright, unguarded laughter.
Kalifa, in particular, was radiant.
Every trace of the cold CP9 operative had melted away; she giggled without covering her mouth, leaned across the table to steal sweets from Perona's plate, and teased Jessica about her terrible sense of direction.
If this was "amnesia," she carried it with an air of effortless elegance.
James smiled, swirling the rich, red wine in the glass. As long as she never 'remembered' who she used to serve, she'd stay his perfect, blonde-haired Divine Concubine forever.
He still remembered the day Robin had led Kalifa through the palace gates.
That same evening he'd discovered the tiny bloom-ears and bloom-eyes Robin had secretly sprouted on the former agent—insurance policy in living floral form.
Kalifa's Observation Haki wasn't sharp enough yet to sense them.
Twenty-four-hour surveillance, courtesy of the Hana Hana no Mi.
Robin really was thorough.
Thorough enough that James decided she'd earned a very special reward later that night.
Happy hours slip away faster than anyone likes. Before he knew it, the sunset painted the clouds gold.
Conis and Kaya appeared at his sides, giggling behind silk blindfolds they'd tied over his eyes themselves.
"A surprise from the God Consorts, Your Majesty," Conis whispered, guiding him by the elbow. "No peeking."
They steered him through the corridors until the cool marble of the Divine Temple's throne room kissed his bare feet.
Then they sat him down on the throne, gave his shoulders a playful squeeze, and stepped away.
Uniform footsteps—light, perfectly synchronized—echoed across the hall. James's ears twitched. Dozens of them.
Soft hands cupped his face. The blindfold slipped free.
The sight hit him like lightning.
At the foot of the dais stood Robin, Nami, Vivi, Carina, Makino, Tashigi and the rest of the senior God Consorts, arrayed in front of the full Angel Dance Troupe—Pascia and the new girls included.
Sheer silks in white and pale gold fluttered around their bodies with every breath.
Behind them, ranks of winged angel maids waited in perfect formation.
Conis struck the first shimmering note on her harp.
Kaya's low, honeyed humming wove through the air.
Nojiko lifted flute and pipe together, and the angels joined in a chorus that felt older than the sky itself.
Then the rest danced.
Long legs, bare midriffs, the hypnotic sway of hips—every movement precise yet impossibly sensual.
Robin's arms blossomed extra pairs just to tease the edge of her veil higher.
Nami spun so fast her orange hair fanned like fire.
Vivi's steps were royal, proud, but her eyes never left James's for a second.
He sat there, a king on his throne, watching the most beautiful women in the world dance for him alone, and felt something ancient and greedy stir in his chest.
This—this was the life he'd clawed his way across worlds to claim.
Only one thing was missing: the mermaid dancers.
Soon, he promised himself. Fish-Man Island was already his. Soon the palace would echo with their bell-like voices too.
The final musical sound was still pulsating in the air. Every dancer sank into a low, graceful curtsy, eyes gleaming up at him, waiting.
James rose slowly, pulled Kaya onto his lap without breaking her humming, and let a wide, wolfish grin spread across his face.
"Magnificent," he called, voice rolling through the hall like thunder. "Absolutely divine. Don't stop the music. Don't stop dancing. Not tonight."
And they didn't.
💖 [R-18 Scene - Pascia + Nico Robin ] 💖
The throne room was quiet now, the great harp stilled, the angel maids dismissed with a lazy flick of James's fingers.
Only a single circle of candles remained, their flames dancing gold across the marble and across the trembling silhouette of the newest addition to his collection.
Pascia stood at the foot of the dais, the thin golden coins of her hip scarf tinkling softly with every shallow breath. The belly-dancer silks clung to her sun-kissed skin: a delicate headband of beaten gold resting low on her forehead, a narrow bra of the same metal barely containing the generous weight of her breasts, and a translucent sarong skirt that shimmered like captured moonlight over long, toned legs.
She had danced for him alone tonight—slow, hypnotic circles, the bells on her ankles chiming, her dark eyes never leaving his even when her cheeks burned crimson.
James lounged back on the throne, shirt already discarded, bronze skin gleaming in the candlelight. His voice was low thunder. "Come here, my treasure."
💖 Pascia's bare feet whispered over cool stone until she stood between his spread thighs. Her fingers shook as they rose to the laces of his trousers.
"Undress your Emperor," he murmured, eyes hooded, the corner of his mouth curled in that wolfish smile she was quickly learning to crave and fear in equal measure.
She swallowed, nodding, and let the golden coins of her scarf shiver as she sank to her knees.
First the heavy leather belt—clink—then the button, the slow drag of the zipper.
James lifted his hips just enough for her to tug the fabric down powerful thighs.
The trousers pooled at his ankles; she folded them with trembling care and set them aside like sacred offerings.
Only the thin black boxer remained.
Pascia's breath hitched. Even through the cloth the shape of him was unmistakable—thick, heavy, already straining. James reached down, brushing a thumb across her lower lip.
"Go on, my sweet girl. You've earned this."
With a tiny, mortified whimper she hooked her fingers under the waistband and drew the last barrier away.
💖 His cock sprang free, long and thick, flushed dark with arousal, a single bead of precum already pearling at the tip. Pascia's eyes went wide; her lips parted on a soft, involuntary "oh…"
James chuckled, the sound rolling through her bones. "Scared, little dancer?"
"N-no, Your Majesty," she lied, voice barely a breath, even as heat flooded her cheeks and between her thighs.
💖 He cupped her chin, guiding her forward. "Then taste me."
Pascia leaned in, the scent of him—salt and warm skin and something darker—filling her senses. Her small hands wrapped around the base (her fingers didn't quite meet) and she pressed a shy, reverent kiss to the swollen head.
A low approving growl rumbled from James's chest.
Emboldened, she parted her lips, tongue darting out to lick that single bead away.
"Mmm…" The salty tang made her shiver.
💖 Slowly, carefully, she took the head into her mouth, lips stretching wide, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. James's hand slid into her dark hair, not pushing, just resting, a silent claim.
"Good girl… deeper."
💖 She tried—oh she tried—taking another inch, then another, until he touched the back of her tongue and her eyes watered.
💖 She bobbed timidly at first, then with growing confidence, tongue swirling along the underside, tracing every ridge and vein.
💕 SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! 💕
Soft, wet sounds filled the chamber, her own muffled whimpers, the occasional low groan from the man above her.
James watched through half-lidded eyes, thumb stroking her cheek. "That's it… just like that… fuck, your mouth is perfect."
💖 Pascia's lashes fluttered; a helpless moan vibrated around his cock and made his hips twitch.
Saliva slicked her chin; her thighs pressed together beneath the fluttering sarong, aching.
After long, delicious minutes he tightened his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her off with a wet pop.
💖 A thin strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and his glistening length before breaking.
"Enough," he rasped, voice rough with restraint. "I want more of you tonight."
💖 Before she could catch her breath he stood, towering over her, and lifted her effortlessly to her feet.
His hands found the golden clasp between her breasts.
One twist and the delicate bra fell away; her full, heavy breasts spilled free, brown nipples already pebbled tight.
Pascia gasped, arms instinctively rising to cover herself, but James caught her wrists and pinned them gently at her sides.
"Let me look," he ordered softly.
She stood trembling as his gaze raked over her, as his palms cupped the warm weight, thumbs brushing those sensitive peaks until she whimpered.
💖 Then his fingers hooked into the thin strings at her hips—once, twice—and the tiny scrap of silk that had served as panties drifted to the floor.
She was bare beneath the sarong now, only the golden coins and translucent skirt preserving the illusion of modesty.
James pulled her flush against him, mouth crashing down on hers.
💖 The kiss was hungry, claiming—tongue sliding against hers, tasting her lips.
"Anh~"
Pascia melted with a broken little cry, hands clutching at his shoulders as he devoured her.
He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of the massive bed that dominated one side of the chamber.
💖 The silk felt cool as he lowered her, not letting go of the kiss.
The hip scarf chimed softly with every movement; the sarong skirt rode up her thighs, baring the curve of her ass.
James settled over her, a delicious crushing weight.
One hand tangled in her hair, the other roamed—squeezing a breast, rolling the nipple until she arched with a keening "Ahh—!" then sliding down to grip the firm round globe of her ass, kneading possessively.
"James-sama…nngh~ Your Majesty—" she gasped between kisses, legs parting without conscious thought to cradle his hips.
He growled approval, grinding the hard length of his cock against the damp silk still between her thighs.
💖 The coins of her hip scarf jingled wildly. His mouth moved to her throat, sucking a mark just below her jaw, then lower, latching onto one nipple.
Pascia's back bowed off the bed.
"Oh—oh gods—!" He sucked intensely, teeth scraping, tongue easing as she cried.
His free hand tormented the neglected breast, pinching and tugging until tears of pleasure pricked her eyes.
He switched sides, lavishing the same attention until both nipples were shiny, swollen, and aching.
💖 All the while his hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, cock dragging over her soaked core through the thin skirt, driving her mad.
"P-please—" she whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders, legs trembling.
James lifted his head, eyes dark and dangerous. "Please what, little dancer?"
She could only whine, hips bucking helplessly.
💖 A low, wicked laugh escaped him as he claimed her mouth once more, silencing her with his kiss, while his hands continued their exploration: kneading her large breasts until she shuddered, grasping her ass so firmly it might bruise, and tracing the edge of her sarong, which was barely holding on to her hips.
The candles burned lower.
The hip scarf chimed like tiny bells every time she writhed.
The vast bed swallowed them both, silk sheets cool against Pascia's heated back, the golden coins of her hip scarf chiming like distant temple bells every time she breathed.
With an elbow propped on the bed, James leaned over her, his sculpted body gently pressing her into the mattress.
His shoulders and sharply defined jaw were highlighted by the shifting, golden light of the candle.
He brushed a knuckle along her flushed cheek. "Still with me, little star?"
Pascia nodded, lips parted, chest rising and falling in quick and shallow.
The sarong skirt had ridden high on her thighs, bunched in shimmering folds around her waist; the hip scarf lay across her lower belly like liquid metal.
💖 Beneath it, the small, neat triangle of trimmed purple curls was already glistening with how much she wanted him.
James dipped his head and kissed her, slow, reverent, coaxing her mouth open until she sighed into him.
💖 His tongue stroked hers in long, lazy sweeps that made her toes curl against the sheets.
"You're trembling," he whispered against her lips, voice velvet and smoke. "Don't be afraid. I've got you."
"I'm not afraid," she breathed, even as her thighs shook. "I just… I've never…"
💖 "I know, sweet girl." He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the tip of her nose, then the center of her forehead like a blessing. "I'll be gentle. I'll make it so good for you, I promise."
His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, until his fingers brushed the soaked silk between her legs.
"Ahh~!"
Pascia jolted with a tiny cry.
"Shh!," he soothed, circling her clit once, twice, feather-light through the ruined fabric. "Feel how wet you are for me? Your pretty little pussy already knows who it belongs to."
She whimpered, hips rolling helplessly into his touch. "James-sama…"
"That's it. Say my name just like that when I'm inside you." He kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing every sound, while his fingers slipped beneath the sarong and found slick, bare skin.
He parted her folds slowly, reverently, groaning low when he felt how ready she was.
"Gods, Pascia… you're perfect."
💖 Two thick fingers eased inside her, stretching her gently.
She was impossibly tight, virgin muscles fluttering around the intrusion. He crooked them just so, stroking that secret spot until her back arched clear off the bed.
"Ah— ahh~ James-sama!" Her cry echoed through the chamber, high and broken.
James watched her face like a man possessed, drinking in every flutter of her lashes, every gasp. "There we go… let me hear you."
He pumped slowly, scissoring, opening her carefully while his thumb rolled lazy circles over her clit.
💖 The coins on her hip scarf jingled with every tiny thrust of his hand. Pascia's head thrashed on the pillow, dark hair spilling like ink.
"Please… please, Your Majesty… I need…"
"I know what you need, baby." He withdrew his fingers, brought them to his lips, and licked them clean while she watched, mortified and burning. "You taste like heaven."
Then he shifted, settling fully between her thighs.
💖 The broad head of his cock nudged her entrance, hot and impossibly thick.
Pascia's breath hitched; her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in.
James paused, forehead resting against hers. "Look at me."
Her wide, dark eyes met his, shimmering with nerves and trust and raw desire.
"I've got you," he repeated softly. "Take a deep breath."
💖 She inhaled shakily; he pushed forward, just the tip, parting her slick pussy folds.
The stretch burned her, both delicious and terrifying.
Pascia whined, legs trembling.
"Relax, sweetheart… let me in…"
Another gentle rock of his hips and he sank deeper, inch by inch, until the blunt head pressed against the thin barrier inside her.
💖 James kissed her tears away, murmuring praise against her cheek.
"You're doing so well… my brave, beautiful girl… almost there…"
One careful thrust and he breached her completely.
"Ahhhh~~!!!"
Pascia cried out, a sharp, startled sound that melted into a long, shuddering moan as he filled her to the hilt.
💖 He stilled, buried deep, letting her adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
"Breathe," he whispered again, peppering soft kisses along her jaw. "You feel me, Pascia? All of me inside you?"
She could only nod, overwhelmed.
💖 He was so big, stretching her so perfectly it bordered on pain, but beneath it was a pleasure so intense her vision blurred.
💖 James pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then slid home again in one smooth glide.
Pascia's back bowed; the coins on her scarf chimed wildly.
"Oh~ oh gods~ James-sama~!"
"That's it," he growled, voice rough with restraint. "Moan for your Emperor."
💖 He set a slow, deliberate rhythm, long strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her.
Each thrust nudged the golden scarf against her clit, the tiny bells singing with every roll of his hips.
Pascia's legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, legs digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
💖 James kissed her like a drowning man, tongue stroking hers in time with his cock. "You're so tight… so perfect… made for me, weren't you?"
"Yes—yes~ onlyforyou~" The words tumbled out in a breathless rush.
He smiled against her lips and angled his hips, grinding deep.
💖 The head of his cock kissed her cervix on the next thrust, and Pascia screamed, a high, broken sound that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
"There it is," he praised, voice shaking with effort. "There's my good girl."
His pace quickened, just a fraction, still gentle but relentless.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The wet slap of skin on skin mingled with the constant chime of bells and Pascia's escalating cries.
Sweat beaded on his brow; his muscles flexed and bunched as he held himself back, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her first.
Pascia's first orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her walls clamped down hard, fluttering wildly around his cock as pleasure detonated behind her eyes.
"James-sama~ James—cumming—I'm—ahhhhh~~!"
He swallowed her scream in a fierce kiss, fucking her steadily through it, drawing the climax out until she was sobbing his name.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails; her hips jerked helplessly, riding the waves.
💖 When the tremors finally eased, James slowed but didn't stop, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks.
He whispered softly, "Let's see how many times I can make my little dancer sing tonight."
💖 Pascia could only whimper, oversensitive and blissed-out, as he began moving again, slow, grinding circles that kept him buried deep.
The sarong had twisted around her waist now, translucent fabric clinging to sweat-damp skin; the hip scarf glittered like stars against her trembling belly.
James shifted his weight, sliding one arm beneath her lower back to tilt her hips higher.
💖 The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper; the swollen head dragged over her front wall with every stroke. Pascia's eyes rolled back.
"Nngh~ too much~ too good~!"
"Never too much," he crooned, nipping her earlobe. "You were born to take me like this, sweet girl. Look how beautifully you open for your Emperor."
He reached between them, thumb finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, slick circles.
Pascia's second climax built faster, coiling low and hot in her belly.
💖 She writhed beneath him, breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples grazing his chest and sending sparks down her spine.
"Please—please~ gonna cum again~"
"That's it, baby. Cum all over my cock. Milk me with that pretty virgin pussy."
His dirty words undid her. 💕 SQUIRT! 💕
She shattered a second time, harder than the first, walls spasming so fiercely James groaned aloud, hips stuttering.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He fucked her through it, whispering filthy praise and sweet nothings in turns.
"So good… my perfect girl… squeezing me so tight… fuck, I could live inside you…"
"Haa~..."
"oooh~"
"Anhh~"
💖 Pascia was barely coherent by the time the aftershocks faded, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her temples.
💖 James gathered her close, rolling them carefully so she lay sprawled atop him, still impaled, the scarf and skirt pooled around their joined bodies like molten gold.
He stroked her back in soothing circles, letting her catch her breath. "Still with me, little star?"
She nodded weakly against his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath her cheek. "M-more… want more of you, James-sama…"
James chuckled, the sound rumbling through her. "Greedy girl. I love it."
He lifted her hips just enough to slide out, both of them gasping at the loss, then flipped her gently onto her back again.
💖 This time he hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide. The sarong split open completely, framing her wet, swollen pussy and those small purple curls like a special wonder.
"Look at you," he breathed reverently. "All flushed and open and dripping with our cum."
💖 He lined up and thrust back in one smooth motion.
"Angh~!"
Pascia wailed, back arching clear off the bed.
The new position let him go deeper than before, the head of his cock kissing her womb with every time he bottomed out.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
James set a harder pace now, hips snapping, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet chamber.
The hip scarf's coins rang like a frantic melody; the bells on Pascia's ankles chimed whenever her legs kicked helplessly.
💖 He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, sucking hard while his thumb returned to her clit.
Pascia's hands scrabbled at the sheets, then at his hair, then at his shoulders, anything to anchor herself as pleasure bordered on pain.
"Your Majesty~ too deep~ I'm gonna break—!"
"You won't break," he growled against her breast. "You'll take everything I give you and beg for more. Won't you, baby?"
"Yes—yes—anything—please don't stop, Your Majesty~!"
Her third climax roared up like a tidal wave.
James felt it coming, her walls fluttering wildly, her whole body tensing. He slammed home one last time and held still, grinding deep.
"Cum for me now, Pascia. Cum while I fill you up."
His command snapped something inside her.
"Ahhhhhh~~~!!!"
She screamed, a raw, throaty sound that tore from her chest as the most intense orgasm yet ripped through her.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking him in rhythmic pulses.
James roared her name, hips jerking as he came with her.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Thick, hot spurts painted her insides again and again, flooding her until she felt it deep in her womb.
💖 He kept grinding, riding out both their pleasure, spilling every last drop while she shook and sobbed beneath him.
When it seemed to last forever, pulse after pulse of his seed marking her as his from the inside out.
Only when they were both utterly spent did he collapse forward, catching his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, hearts hammering in tandem.
James pressed soft kisses to her damp forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose.
"You did so well, little star," he whispered, voice hoarse. "So perfect… my beautiful Pascia…"
💖 She clung to him, tears slipping free, not from pain but from the overwhelming intimacy of it all. "I… I feel you… everywhere, James-sama…"
He smiled against her skin, still buried deep, unwilling to separate just yet. "Good. Because you're mine now. Every inch of you."
💖 The hip scarf lay askew across her belly, coins warm from their bodies; the sarong skirt clung damply to her thighs. James traced idle patterns over the purple curls just visible beneath the twisted fabric, making her shiver with aftershocks.
"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, finally slipping free with a wet sound that made them both groan.
💖 A trickle of their combined cum followed, staining the golden silk beneath her hips. James gathered her close, tucking her head beneath his chin.
Boneless and sated, Pascia curled into him, the warmth of his seed lingering inside her, the delicious ache between her thighs a constant reminder that she belonged completely to the God Emperor, who held her as something precious.
Fading candlelight created shadows over the bed where she lost her virginity to her king, a moment forever etched in time.
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Pascia lay curled against James's side, legs tangled in the ruined sarong skirt, the golden coins of her hip scarf still warm against her belly.
Her breathing had finally slowed to the soft, exhausted rhythm of deep sleep, one small hand resting over his heart as though afraid he might vanish if she let go.
A faint sheen of sweat cooled on her skin; between her thighs the sticky warmth of his seed still leaked slowly, marking the silk sheets and the inside of her trembling legs.
💖 She looked utterly spent, utterly claimed, and utterly cherished.
James brushed a damp lock of hair from her forehead, lips curving in a tender, possessive smile.
"Sleep, little star," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You were magnificent."
Only when he was certain she wouldn't stir did he lift his voice, low and commanding, yet soft enough not to disturb her.
"Send for Robin."
One of the angel maids stationed silently beyond the gilded doors bowed and vanished on silent wings.
Minutes later the great doors opened again, admitting a hush of night air and the faint scent of midnight roses.
Nico Robin stepped into the candlelit chamber like a dream made flesh.
💖 She wore only a sleeveless purple camisole of the finest silk, so sheer the dark circles of her nipples were visible beneath, and a matching thong that sat low on her hips, the thin straps framing the generous curve of her ass.
Her long black hair spilled loose over one shoulder, brushing the tops of her heavy breasts with every graceful step.
Moonlight from the high arched windows painted silver across her skin, turning her into something almost ethereal.
Her dark eyes found Pascia first—curled small and flushed, trying instinctively to tug a corner of sheet over her nakedness even in sleep.
A soft, maternal smile touched Robin's lips.
"Shh, little one," she murmured, voice like velvet.
She waved a gentle hand; a bloom of delicate arms sprouted from the mattress and tucked the sheet more securely around Pascia's shoulders without waking her.
"Leave it be. You've earned every ache and every love tonight. Rest well."
Satisfied the newest concubine was settled, Robin's gaze slid to James.
He lay propped against a mountain of pillows, gloriously naked, cock still half-hard and glistening from Pascia's innocence.
💖 The sight of him— Pale skin, powerful chest rising slow, that lazy, predatory smile—sent liquid heat pooling low in Robin's belly.
"My Emperor," she purred, voice husky with affection and hunger. "You called?"
James crooked a finger. "Get over here, wife."
Robin's laugh was low, delighted.
💖 She crossed the room in a sway of hips and silk, climbed onto the foot of the huge bed, and crawled toward him on hands and knees like a panther stalking prey.
The camisole gaped as she moved, offering teasing glimpses of full breasts swaying beneath the fabric.
💖 When she reached him she didn't hesitate—simply rose up, straddled his thighs, and settled her weight atop him with deliberate slowness.
James's hands found her waist instantly, thumbs tracing the delicate bones of her hips through the camisole. "Robin, you're so beautiful," he breathed.
💖 Robin leaned down, long hair curtaining them both, and kissed him.
Initially soft, like a greeting, the kiss soon became overwhelmingly passionate.
💖 Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues intertwining, lips swollen, teeth playfully biting and drawing each other in.
"Mmmm~"
Robin moaned into his mouth, a throaty, desperate sound that vibrated straight to his cock.
James answered with a growl, hands sliding up under the camisole to cup her large breasts.
They overflowed his palms, heavy and soft, nipples already stiffening instantly against his skin.
💖 He kneaded slowly, reverently, rolling the sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger until Robin broke the kiss on a gasp.
"Mmm~ James…"
He tugged the camisole higher, exposing her completely to the waist, and latched onto one nipple.
💖 Robin's back arched, fingers threading into his hair to hold him there as he sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.
"Oh~ right there! Don't stop..."
While his mouth worshipped one breast, his other hand tormented the second, pinching and soothing in turns.
💖 Without thinking, Robin's hips moved, the wet fabric of her thong sliding over the stiff length of his cock.
The thin silk was already drenched; every slide left a glossy trail over his cock and belly.
James released her nipple with a wet pop and moved to the other, murmuring against her soft skin, "You're soaking through your pretty little thong, love. Did watching me claim her make you this wet?"
💖 Robin whimpered, nodding, forehead pressed to his. "Couldn't help it… seeing you so gentle with her, so thorough… I've been aching for hours."
He chuckled darkly, hands dropping to grip her ass, spreading her cheeks, guiding her grind. The thong slipped between her folds, rubbing her clit with every roll of her hips. "Then take what you need, Robin. Use me."
She did.
Robin braced her hands on his shoulders and began to ride him in earnest—slow, filthy circles at first, then faster, harder, chasing friction.
💖 The soaked fabric dragged over her swollen clit again and again; the ridge of his cock nudged her entrance through the silk, promising fullness she couldn't have tonight but craved all the same.
James watched her, noting the subtle changes: her lips slightly open, her eyes glazed, and her cheeks a rosy hue.
💖 His hands roamed greedily: squeezing her ass, tracing the line of her spine, palming her breasts until she sobbed his name.
"James~ James~ James~"
"So fucking gorgeous," he rasped. "Look at you—my brilliant, perfect wife—grinding on my cock like you'll die without it."
Robin's rhythm stuttered; she was close already, embarrassingly close. "James… James… I need…"
💖 "I know what you need." One hand slipped between them, thumb finding her clit through the thong and pressing hard. At the same time he thrust upward, cock sliding along her slit in a perfect counter-rhythm.
Robin shattered.
"Annhhhh~~"
Her cry was long and broken, hips jerking helplessly as pleasure crashed over her in waves.
💖 James held her through it, thumb circling, cock grinding, drawing every last shudder from her body.
When she sagged forward, panting against his neck, he wasn't finished.
"My turn," he growled.
He flipped their positions in one smooth motion—Robin on her back among the pillows, James looming above her, cock dark and glistening between them.
💖 He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wide, and began to thrust between her thighs—hot, slick drags along the soaked thong without ever breaching her.
Robin's hands flew to his biceps, nails digging in. "Yes~ yes~ like that~ mark me~ "
James fucked the cradle of her hips with abandon now, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Every thrust nudged the thong deeper between her folds, rubbed her oversensitive clit until she was sobbing again, teetering on the edge of a second climax.
💖 He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue stroking deep.
"You feel that, love? Feel how hard you make me? Gonna paint this pretty purple thong white - gonna soak you so everyone knows you're mine~,"
The filthy promise sent Robin spiraling a second time.
"Ahhhhhh~~~!!!"
She screamed into his mouth, back bowing, thighs clamping around his hips as she came again, harder, gushing against the silk.
James followed her over the edge with a guttural roar.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
His cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum erupting across the front of her thong, splattering up her belly, painting the delicate fabric and the soft skin beneath in pearly streaks.
He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop, marking her until the purple silk was ruined and sticky and perfect.
💖 When the last shudder left him, James collapsed to the side, dragging Robin with him so she lay sprawled across his chest.
Both of them were breathing like they'd run miles.
Cum cooled slowly on her skin; the scent of sex and midnight roses hung heavy in the air.
💖 Robin laughed breathlessly, tracing idle patterns through the mess on her stomach. "You're filthy, husband."
James grinned, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. "And you love it."
💖 "I do," she admitted softly, nuzzling into his throat. "I love you."
He tightened his arms around her, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl on his other side. "Love you more, my brilliant queen."
They lay tangled together—James in the center, Pascia curled trustingly against his left, Robin draped possessively over his right.
💖 The hip scarf's coins gave the occasional tired jingle when Pascia shifted in her dreams; Robin's ruined thong clung wetly to her skin, a decadent reminder of how thoroughly she'd been claimed without ever being taken.
James's chest rose and fell in slow, predatory rhythm.
💖 Robin lay half-draped across him, her ruined purple thong still clinging to her hips, sticky with his earlier release. Her thighs trembled; her breath came in soft, sated puffs against his throat.
James brushed his lips across Robin's temple. "Still with me, love?"
💖 Robin's answer was a low, hungry hum. She tilted her face up, eyes glittering black in the moonlight. "Always."
That was all the permission he needed.
He rolled her beneath him in one fluid motion, settling between her spread thighs like he belonged there (because he did).
Robin's back arched instinctively, offering herself.
💖 The soaked thong was in his way; with a single impatient tug he ripped it clean off, the delicate silk tearing with a soft rip that made her gasp,"Oh!".
💖 James tossed the ruined scrap aside and lined himself up, the fat head of his cock nudging her dripping entrance.
She was still swollen and sensitive from grinding, slick with her own arousal and the cum he'd painted across her belly earlier.
"Look at you," he growled, voice gravel and smoke. "Already wet and leaking for me again."
"Mmnnh…", Robin's answer was a broken moan as he pushed inside in one long, relentless glide.
She was tighter than usual (swollen from earlier attention), and the stretch made her eyes roll back. "Ahhh~ James!"
💖 He bottomed out with a guttural groan, hips flush against hers, cock buried to the root in molten heat.
For a moment they stayed locked like that, breathing each other in, hearts hammering in tandem.
Then he began to move.
Missionary – First Round:
James set a slow, punishing rhythm from the start: deep, grinding thrusts that dragged the ridge of his cock over her front wall again and again.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Every stroke ended with a deliberate roll of his hips that ground his pelvis against her clit.
Robin's legs spread wider, digging into the mattress, her hands grabbing onto his sweat-slick shoulders.
"Nngh~ yes~ right there~!"
💖 He hooked one of her knees over his elbow, opening her further, changing the angle until the head of his cock kissed her cervix on every thrust.
Robin's cry was sharp, almost pained, but her hips rose greedily to meet him.
"Take it, love," he rasped, voice ragged. "Take every inch of your Emperor."
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Sweat beaded on his brow and dripped onto her breasts as he fucked her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the moonlit chamber.
The bed creaked beneath them; silk sheets bunched under Robin's back.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples dark and stiff, begging for attention.
James obliged.
💖 He dipped his head and latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth scraping just enough to make her sob.
"Mmh... ah~ Aaah~"
His free hand explored her other breast, rolling and pinching it, until Robin was writhing, breathless and overwhelmed.
"James~ James~ gonna cum~!"
"Do it," he snarled against her skin. "Cum all over my cock, wife. Milk me."
The command snapped her control.
"Ahhhhhh~~~"
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Robin's back bowed clear off the bed, a raw scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her.
💖 Her walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, trying to pull him deeper.
James slammed home one last time and held still, roaring as he flooded her.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Hot, thick spurts painted her insides, again and again, until she felt bloated with him.
He kept grinding through both their climaxes, drawing it out until Robin was shaking, tears of pleasure-pain, tears streaking her temples.
💖 When he finally stilled, still buried deep, Robin was a wreck: lips swollen, eyes glassy, drool shining at the corner of her mouth.
Cum leaked steadily from where they were joined, pooling beneath her ass on the golden sheets.
💖 James kissed the tears from her cheeks. He whispered, voice tender despite the steel in his cock. "We're just getting started, Wife."
He pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the wet sound.
A thick river of cum followed, obscene and beautiful. Robin whimpered at the loss, but James was already moving.
Spoon – Second Round
💖 He rolled onto his side, dragging Robin with him so her back was to his chest.
One strong arm hooked under her top knee, lifting it high and spreading her open.
The new position let gravity do wicked things; cum from the first round oozed out of her in a slow, creamy trickle down her thigh.
💖 James pressed against her from behind, cock sliding through the mess between her legs until the head caught at her entrance again. Robin's breath hitched.
"Still so greedy," he murmured against her nape, nipping the sensitive skin. "My perfect, insatiable queen."
He pushed back in with one smooth thrust.
"Ahh… hahh…"
Robin keened, the angle letting him hit completely new places.
💖 He was deeper this way, almost too deep, and every tiny shift of his hips sent sparks up her spine.
James started slow, savoring the way her body fluttered around him, oversensitive and swollen.
One hand splayed possessively over her lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock moving inside her; the other slid up to cup a heavy breast, rolling the nipple lazily.
💖 "So full," Robin slurred, already half-gone. "Feel you everywhere…"
"That's right," he murmured, beginning to move in long, lazy thrusts. "Feel your husband breeding you from behind like a good little wife."
The dirty words made her clench hard; James hissed and sped up.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Soon the gentle rhythm turned filthy: hard, wet slaps as he fucked the cum deeper into her, his balls smacking her ass with every stroke.
Robin's head lolled back against his shoulder, mouth open on a constant stream of broken moans and whimpers.
"Nngh~ ah~ ah~ James~ too much~ can't~ "
"You can," he growled, biting her earlobe. "You will. I'm gonna fill you again, love. I want to keep you dripping all night."
He reached down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, ruthless circles.
"Aaanh~!"
💖 Robin shattered almost instantly, a silent scream catching in her throat as her whole body seized.
James followed seconds later, hips jerking erratically as he pumped another thick load deep inside her.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
They stayed locked together, trembling. Cum leaked steadily around his cock, down her thighs, soaking the sheets further.
"Aaanh~!"
"Nnngh~"
"Mmh... ah~ Aaah~"
💖 Robin was openly crying now, tears of overwhelming pleasure, drool shining on her chin, but her hips still rolled back weakly, chasing aftershocks.
Somewhere in the haze, Pascia stirred.
The little dancer's eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed.
💖 She took in the sight: Robin impaled and overflowing, James curled possessively around her, both of them shining with sweat.
Pascia's sore pussy throbbed in sympathy and fresh arousal; she bit her lip to stifle a whimper, but couldn't look away.
James noticed. His eyes met hers over Robin's shoulder, dark and wicked. "Enjoying the show, my little star?"
Pascia flushed crimson but nodded, small and shy. Robin, still impaled and breathless, managed a shaky smile. "Let her watch, husband… let her see how you love us…"
💖 James's grin was pure sin. He pulled out of Robin with a wet sound, rolled her onto her back again, and shifted up onto his knees.
Lotus – Third Round
"Up, my love," he commanded softly.
💖 Robin obeyed on shaky arms, legs trembling as she straddled his lap facing him.
James guided her down slowly, letting her sink onto his cock inch by inch until she was fully seated, their pelvises flush.
💖 The lotus position forced her to take him impossibly deep; the head pressed hard against her womb and she sobbed at the pressure.
James wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her chest to his. "Hold on to me."
💖 Robin's arms looped around his neck; her legs folded on either side of his hips.
The hip scarf on Pascia jingled faintly as the entire bed shifted when James began to lift and drop Robin in tiny, brutal thrusts.
Up—down—up—down—each movement short but devastating, grinding her clit against his pelvis and driving his cock against her cervix.
Robin's head fell back, mouth open on a constant wail.
"Ah~ ah~ ah~ James~ too much~ will break!"
"You won't break," he snarled, teeth grazing her throat. "You'll take it until I'm empty."
Sweat poured down both their bodies; Robin's breasts bounced between them, nipples rubbing his chest with every thrust. 💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Cum from the previous rounds squelched obscenely with every movement, dripping down his balls and onto the sheets in thick rivulets.
💖 Pascia watched, transfixed, one small hand pressed between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her sore clit as she took in every detail: Robin's tear-streaked face, the way her pussy lips clung to James's shaft on every upstroke, the creamy mess coating everything.
Robin's third orgasm of the night hit like a thunderclap.
"Aaagh~ James!"
She screamed his name, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood, pussy spasming so violently James had to grip her hips to keep her seated.
💖 He slammed her down one final time and came with a roar, flooding her a third time, so deep some of it felt like it would never come out.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Robin collapsed forward, boneless, drooling openly now, tears streaming freely.
💖 Her body twitched with aftershocks; cum poured out around James's cock in thick pulses every time her walls fluttered.
James held her close, rocking gently, letting her ride the waves until she went completely limp in his arms.
Only then did he ease her down onto the mattress beside Pascia.
The little dancer was flushed and trembling, eyes wide. James leaned over, cupped her cheek, and kissed her softly.
"Thank you for watching, little star," he murmured. "Did you enjoy seeing how I love my queen?"
Pascia nodded, voice tiny. "It was… beautiful, Your Majesty."
Robin, still dazed and leaking, managed to reach across James and lace her fingers with Pascia's. "He'll love you like that too… one day soon…"
💖 James gathered them both close: Robin on his right, Pascia on his left, pulling the tangled sheets over their sweat-slick bodies. He pressed a lingering kiss to Robin's swollen lips, then to Pascia's forehead.
"Sleep, my treasures," he whispered into the dark. "I've got you both."
Robin nuzzled into his chest with a contented sigh, cum still trickling slowly from her abused pussy.
Pascia curled against his side, one small hand resting over his heart, hip scarf chiming softly one last time as she drifted off.
James lay in the middle, two perfect women cradled against him, the scent of sex and devotion thick in the air, and let the quiet music of their breathing lull him toward dawn.
And when morning came, the sheets ruined beyond salvation and bodies aching in the sweetest ways, they would wake tangled together and do it all again.
💖 [R-18 Scene End] 💖
The Days followed blurred into nights of music, wine, and warm bodies pressed close.
James drifted through his palace in a haze of perfume and laughter, tasting every flavor of affection his harem offered.
Only when Skypiea finally crossed the Red Line—sliding silently through the Calm Belt at thirty thousand meters—did he snap fully alert again.
At that altitude, even Imu would need a miracle to spot them.
And if the old monster somehow did… well, James had already carved open a pocket dimension with Kado's Door-Door Fruit.
His Wives and Concubines stood at its threshold, ready to disappear with him the instant anything went wrong.
But nothing went wrong.
Piece by careful piece, he transported the floating islands into the New World.
No alarms. No Marine armadas. Just blue sky and the distant cry of sea kings far below.
When the last chunk of Skypiea and the other sky Isands locked into place above Fish-Man Island's airspace, Shura came sprinting into the throne room, wings still half-folded from the rush.
"Your Majesty—" He dropped to one knee, offering a newspaper on a velvet cushion held by two angel maids. "It's here."
James took the paper, waved Shura out, and unfolded it with lazy satisfaction.
'Big News' Morgan never disappointed.
Front page, screaming headlines:
PORTGAS D. ACE CAPTURED!
WHITEBEARD'S PIRATES' SECOND DIVISION COMMANDER HEADED FOR IMPEL DOWN!
CROCODILE MISSING—PRESUMED DEAD! SHICHIBUKAI TITLE REVOKED!
"BLACKBEARD" MARSHALL D. TEACH PROMOTED TO SHICHIBUKAI!
James softly caressed the angel maid's head, who knelt nearby, his mind already calculating timelines.
"Clock's ticking," he murmured, petting the cheek of the little angel kneeling beside his throne. "Punk Hazard, Dressrosa… plenty of time to tidy those up before Straw Hat Luffy hits Sabaody."
He'd already stationed Daz Bones, Zala, and the old Baroque Works officers around the archipelago with strict orders: watch the Supernovas. Report everything.
Butterfly effects were a nuisance, but he intended to ride them, not get crushed by them.
In the original timeline, Luffy landed at Sabaody roughly ten days after Blackbeard became a Warlord.
Plenty of time.
Entertainment and affection continued around him, and days later, Skypiea finally arrived above the unfamiliar territory of Fish-Man Island.
Skypiea drifted on, lazy and serene, until the great coral domes of Fish-Man Island glittered ten thousand meters beneath them like a jewel sunk in blue glass.
...
At dawn, under James's command, the Right Minister directed the Sea King Army to gather all citizens of Fish-Man Island.
After basking for days in sunlight and fresh air, luxuries they had only dreamed of in the deep sea; their faces radiated joy.
Children laughed.
Elders wept openly.
Fish-men and merfolk alike lifted their faces to the sky and smiled at the impossible white clouds drifting overhead.
They had been saved.
They had been uplifted.
And they were eager to welcome the god who delivered them their second great blessing from humankind.
Their new emperor had given them the sun itself.
And high above, lounging on his throne while angel maids refilled his wine and God Consorts curled against his sides, James smiled down at his newest territory—already planning the next verse of the song.
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