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"The one who should be surprised is actually me."
York straightened his posture, a hunter's gleam in his eyes. He looked at the Empress as if she were a meal on a silver platter.
"I didn't expect the dignified Empress of Amazon Lily to be a little bird who hasn't tasted meat."
Gloriosa's face flushed with pride and indignation.
"Just those dirty men? They are not worthy of my favor!"
She tossed her reddish-pink hair, her expression shifting instantly. Her eyes turned into cartoon hearts, like a schoolgirl in the throes of first love.
"Besides... I already have someone in my heart~"
"I came to this island specifically to find him!"
The Rocks Pirates, eavesdropping from the sidelines, immediately started murmuring.
"To win the Pirate Empress's heart? Not bad! Which lucky bastard is it?"
"Gehahaha! Don't worry, I won't fight you for her! My target is still Shakky-chan~!"
"Yeah, Shakky is the real prize."
The pirates teased each other, but Gloriosa's forehead throbbed with veins.
"I would never like dirty, evil guys like you!"
She pointed a finger at the horizon, declaring her love to the world.
"The man I like is Roger! Gol D. Roger!!"
As soon as the name dropped, the collective interest of the Rocks Pirates plummeted to zero.
"Oh... it's that bastard."
"What's so good about Roger?"
"He wears that stupid straw hat. Better to choose one of us."
"Cough—Ptui!"
Rocks spat on the ground at the mention of his rival.
However, York's reaction was completely different.
The predatory light in his eyes intensified. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the new information.
"The Empress's favorite man is Roger?"
Gloriosa looked at York, a teasing, confident smile returning to her face.
"What? Could it be that Boy-chan also likes Big Sister? Pity. Big Sister is already taken~"
York grinned, his smile wide and dangerous.
"It doesn't matter. The essence of a pirate is plunder. I don't need your heart; I just need to take you."
He took a step forward.
"As for Roger..."
"I'm really looking forward to seeing his expression when he finds out you've become my woman."
Gloriosa's expression hardened. She sensed the shift in the air.
She launched herself forward, her slender, powerful body spinning like a windmill. It was impossible to predict where the strike would land.
"Perfume Femur: Flurry Kick!"
York didn't use Haki to defend. He met her whirlwind of Haki-infused heels with his bare fists.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fists collided with heels. Shockwaves rippled through the air. They fought to a standstill in seconds.
"You've got some moves, Boy-chan~"
Gloriosa backflipped away, landing in her signature one-legged stance. She looked untouched.
York lowered his fists, dropping his stance entirely. He smiled faintly.
"No. You've already lost."
"Talking big is—"
SNAP!
York snapped his fingers.
Gloriosa's eyes widened. Instantly, her strength evaporated. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the dirt.
Her cheeks, healthy and rosy a second ago, turned a deep crimson. A flush spread across her entire body.
She struggled to stand, but her legs were jelly. Intense waves of pleasure assaulted her nervous system, overriding her motor functions.
When we traded blows... his ability...
"HAA!"
With a sharp shout, Gloriosa flared her Armament Haki, forcing the foreign energy out of her system. The mental fog cleared.
But the physical weakness remained. Her muscles twitched, refusing to obey.
"Wahahahaha! You lost!"
Rocks laughed, acting as the judge.
"No! I haven't! I can still fight!"
Gloriosa gritted her teeth, trying to force herself up.
But York was already there.
He slid one arm around her back and the other under her knees. With effortless strength, he lifted the Empress of Amazon Lily into a bridal carry.
"Mmm...~"
The moment his skin touched hers, the Devil Fruit ability attacked again, bypassing her weakened defenses. Her struggle turned into a soft whimper.
"Well, although you lost, your strength is undeniable," Rocks declared. "From now on, you are a member of the Rocks Pirates!"
Gloriosa fought to stay conscious.
"Put... put me down..."
"Rocks said... you can't attack comrades..."
York didn't look at her. He just smiled at Rocks.
Rocks grinned cruelly. "My rules take effect after you become an official comrade! Until you sign the papers... she's just a defeated enemy."
He gestured to York.
"If she becomes York's trophy before the induction ceremony... I can't control him! That's the pirate way, isn't it lads?"
"Hehehehe..."
The crew erupted in dark laughter.
"That's right!"
"Blame yourself for being careless, Empress!"
"You knew he was a Succubus, yet you dropped your Haki? Amateur move!"
"Speaking of which... imagine Roger's face when he hears the news?"
"Gyahahaha! How exciting!"
The mockery plunged Gloriosa into despair.
"I... I shouldn't have come to Hachinosu..."
"Too late for regrets now."
York turned and walked away from the crowd, carrying his prize towards the residential quarters.
"I'm going to enjoy my trophy for the next few days. Captain, don't disturb me. Or I might actually kill you."
"Wahahaha! Have fun! But if Roger comes knocking, I'm not saving you!"
"Let him come! I want to see just how strong he really is!"
York kicked open the door to his quarters, the heavy wood slamming against the wall with a resounding thud. The room was dimly lit by flickering lanterns, casting long shadows across the sparse furnishings—a large bed draped in rumpled sheets, a table cluttered with maps and empty rum bottles, and a single window overlooking the chaotic sprawl of Hachinosu.
He carried Gloriosa inside, her body limp in his arms, though her eyes burned with a mix of defiance and the lingering haze of his Devil Fruit's influence.
She was the Empress of Amazon Lily, a warrior queen untouched by any man, her virginity a point of fierce pride in her isolated world. And now, she was his prize, her strength sapped, her will teetering on the edge.
He lowered her onto the bed with deliberate slowness, not dumping her as he might a lesser foe, but placing her down like a conquered treasure to be unwrapped.
Gloriosa tried to push herself up on her elbows, her muscles quivering from the aftereffects of his Devil Fruit.
"Put me down, you filthy pirate," she snarled, her voice laced with venom, but it cracked at the end, betraying the unwelcome heat building in her core. She hated him— this boy, this intruder who dared to challenge her sovereignty.
Yet, her body hummed with an alien sensitivity, every brush of fabric against her skin sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her.
York loomed over her, his shadow engulfing her form. He didn't rush; instead, he savored the moment, his eyes raking over her curves with predatory intent.
"Filthy? Oh, Empress, you have no idea how dirty this is going to get." He snapped his fingers once more, amplifying the effect of his ability. A fresh surge of aphrodisiac energy coursed through her veins, making her nipples harden painfully against her attire, her thighs clench involuntarily.
She gasped, her back arching off the bed as if pulled by invisible strings. In her mind, turmoil raged: This can't be happening. I'm the Empress... sworn to purity, to strength. Roger... he'd never treat me like this. But why does it feel... so good? No! I won't submit!
He knelt on the bed, one knee pressing between her legs to part them slightly, asserting his dominance without a word. His hand trailed up her arm, fingers light as feathers, but each touch ignited fire.
"You've never let a man near you, have you? All those years on your island, surrounded by women, dreaming of that fool Roger. And now, here you are, trembling for me." His voice was a low rumble, mocking her inexperience while stoking her humiliation.
Gloriosa's cheeks burned with shame and fury. "Shut your mouth! I'd rather die than let you—" But her words dissolved into a moan as he leaned down, his lips brushing her earlobe. He nipped it gently, then harder, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her.
Her hands shot up to push him away, but he caught her wrists effortlessly, pinning them above her head with one hand. The power imbalance was intoxicating for him— she, a Haki master and ruler, reduced to this by his fruit's power.
For her, it was a nightmare: He's just a boy, yet he's controlling me like a puppet. My body... betraying me. I hate this... hate him... but gods, the ache...
"Struggle all you want," York murmured, his free hand sliding down to untie the sash of her Kuja garb. The fabric parted slowly, revealing inch after inch of her flawless skin—her full breasts, her toned stomach, the curve of her hips. She squirmed, trying to twist away, but his grip was unyielding.
"It only makes this sweeter. You're mine to plunder now." He released her wrists briefly to peel the garment away completely, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Gloriosa crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, her eyes flashing with defiance.
"Don't look at me like that!"
But York pried her arms away, his strength overwhelming her weakened state. He traced a finger around one nipple, circling it until it peaked under his touch.
"Like what? Like you're the most delicious thing I've ever seen?" He lowered his head, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking with deliberate pressure while his tongue swirled. Gloriosa cried out, her hips bucking despite herself.
Pain mingled with pleasure— no man had ever touched her there, and the sensation was raw, invasive. This is wrong... so wrong. Roger is the one I want, not this monster. But why can't I stop? His power... it's poisoning me.
He switched to the other breast, his hand venturing lower, fingers dancing over her mound. She was already slick, her virginity evident in the tightness he felt as he gently probed her entrance.
"So pure, so untouched," he growled against her skin.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else— especially that straw-hat idiot." The words stung, fueling her anger. She flared her Haki weakly, trying to shove his influence out, but it only made the sensations sharper, more insistent.
York shed his own clothes methodically, his shirt first, revealing a chiseled torso scarred from battles. Then his pants, his cock springing free— thick, veined, and intimidating. Gloriosa's eyes widened in a mix of horror and forbidden curiosity.
"That... won't fit. You'll tear me apart." Her voice trembled, a virgin's fear breaking through her bravado. Inside, her thoughts swirled: I should fight harder. Kick him, use my legs like in battle. But my body won't obey... it wants this. No, I want Roger! This is theft, plunder...
He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing the head of his length against her folds, coating himself in her arousal.
"It will fit, Empress. And you'll beg for more." He pushed in slowly, just the tip, stretching her virgin walls. Gloriosa whimpered, pain lancing through her as her hymen gave way. Tears welled in her eyes— not just from the burn, but from the violation of her pride.
It hurts... so much. He's taking everything. I hate you, York... hate... ahh! But as he inched deeper, his Devil Fruit amplified the pleasure, turning agony into ecstasy. She clawed at his shoulders, drawing blood, her nails a last act of resistance.
York groaned, the tight heat enveloping him like a glove. He paused halfway, letting her adjust, but his eyes locked on hers, demanding submission.
"Say it. Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip to stifle a moan.
"Never... you're nothing but a thief." He thrust forward suddenly, burying himself fully, eliciting a scream from her lips. The fullness was overwhelming, pain and pleasure crashing together. He began to move, slow at first, each withdrawal and plunge building a rhythm that made her toes curl.
Gloriosa's mind fractured: This shouldn't feel good. He's forcing me, dominating me... but my body is on fire. Roger would be gentle, loving.
This is brutal... yet I... I need more. Her hips started to meet his thrusts unconsciously, her conflicted moans filling the room. York smirked, grabbing her thighs to lift them higher, angling deeper.
"That's it. Give in." He pounded harder, the bedframe groaning under the assault. Sweat glistened on their bodies, her breasts bouncing with each impact.
He flipped her over suddenly, pulling her onto her hands and knees, intensifying the power play. From behind, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he re-entered her.
"Look at you, Empress— on all fours like a common wench."
The position humiliated her, but the new angle hit spots that made her vision blur with pleasure. Degrading... he's treating me like property. I should kill him... but gods, don't stop.
She pushed back against him, her cries growing louder, torn between loathing and lust.
York's pace quickened, his hand reaching around to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge. Her first orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around him, milking him as she screamed his name despite herself.
Tears streamed down her face— release, but also regret. He didn't stop, flipping her again to face him, thrusting through her aftershocks.
"Again," he commanded, his own control fraying.
They continued for hours, York tireless, using his ability to keep her on the brink. He took her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him unwillingly at first, then desperately.
On the floor, with her riding him— a position that forced her to participate, amplifying her inner conflict: I'm moving on my own now... am I submitting? No, it's the fruit... but it feels so right. Each climax chipped away at her resistance, her body sated while her heart ached with betrayal.
By dawn, exhaustion claimed her briefly, but York woke her with gentle touches that turned possessive, starting anew.
Over the days, the cycle repeated— resistance, pleasure, submission, regret. He marked her with bites and bruises, claiming her fully.
Gloriosa's emotions warred: hatred for his dominance, guilt over her enjoyment, fleeting thoughts of escape dashed by waves of ecstasy. In quiet moments, she'd whisper curses, but her body always betrayed her, arching into his touch.
On the morning of the third day, the door to York's quarters finally opened.
York walked out of the bathroom, looking refreshed.
He glanced back at the bed. Gloriosa lay there, fast asleep and exhausted. There were dried tear stains on her cheeks, but the corners of her lips were curled in a faint, satisfied smile.
York adjusted his collar.
After 18 years in this world, he finally had his first woman.
He had originally bet on Stussy being the first, but fate had delivered the Empress instead.
"Not a bad outcome," he murmured.
He walked back to the bed, gently wiping a tear from her cheek. Then he turned and walked out the door.
Creak.
As he stepped into the hallway, he paused.
Standing at the far end of the corridor was a blonde woman. She froze, looking at him with wide, surprised eyes.
Stussy.
"York... how did you... come out..."
York noticed the unnatural flush on her face and the flustered tone of her voice. She had clearly been listening—or waiting.
He closed the door behind him and walked slowly towards her.
"What? Did you finally give up on Newgate and decide to come to the winning side?"
"No... how could that be!"
Stussy coated her arm in Armament Haki instantly. She slapped York's reaching hand away and spun around to flee.
"I would never like you!"
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