Although Darian's Devil Fruit granted him immense, multifaceted power, its primary drawback was that it left him with an excess of boundless, relentless sexual energy. For Darian, the arrival of Nami's "aunt"—that is, her menstrual cycle—was a devastating tactical setback.
It had only been two days since she kicked him out of the master cabin, yet Darian already felt as though his pent-up energy was on the verge of overflowing.
And now, he was sitting through another long, uneventful night watch.
Bathed in the pale moonlight, Carmen stepped out onto the deck. She wore a sheer, white silk nightgown that alluringly outlined the contours of her seductive, hourglass figure. With every step she took, her shapely form appeared and vanished like a fleeting, tantalizing shadow beneath the thin fabric.
She claimed she was merely bringing her Captain some dessert—a late-night snack—but how was Darian possibly supposed to endure such a sight?
Carmen's usual style already leaned toward the flamboyant; she favored heavy eye makeup and bold reds. Now, with the addition of this diaphanous, high-slit nightgown, a single glance was enough to make Darian feel his morning resolutions about "self-control" and "combat discipline" begin to slip entirely.
Calming the restless stirrings within his chest, Darian leaned back in the captain's chair and offered a faint smile. "Miss Carmen, why are you still awake? You really didn't have to go to all this trouble."
"It is you who works hard, Captain," Carmen replied, her voice husky, returning his smile. "This is just a small treat."
Gazing at Darian's handsome, moonlit face, Carmen struggled to suppress the frantic pounding of her own heart. In this moment, she felt as though she were going slightly mad.
The ceaseless rhythmic clapping sounds and creaking bedsprings from the other night had sparked endless, vivid fantasies in her mind, leaving her unable to sleep a wink since she joined the crew. After spending two days in his company, constantly exposed to the passive charm radiating from his Outer Path abilities, Carmen felt an overwhelming, almost magnetic attraction to the man sitting before her.
Carmen possessed a wild streak—a fact made plainly evident by the theatrical flair she displayed whenever she cooked. With a mane of fiery-red hair like a lioness, a seductive face, and clad in a sheer nightgown, Carmen moved with a tantalizing gait. Her slender waist and shapely hips swayed with every step. She exuded the aura of a sultry seductress who knew exactly what she wanted.
Under the unblinking intensity of Darian's gaze, Carmen couldn't help but feel a blush rising to her cheeks as she held out the silver tray of pastries to him with both hands.
"Here," she murmured.
Bathed in the soft glow of the moon, Darian looked at Carmen and instantly cast aside the restraint he had resolved to maintain earlier that morning. The lecherous, greedy side of him returned in full force; his entire demeanor shifted from a tired captain to a predatory emperor in an instant.
With such a tempting beauty standing right before him, practically offering herself on a silver platter, any man who didn't make a move would be a fool.
As Carmen offered him the pastries, Darian reached out with both hands. Yet, his hands did not reach for the treats themselves. Instead, he gently grasped the hands Carmen used to hold the tray.
To Darian in that moment, she was the most delectable treat on the ship.
Carmen's current attire and demeanor were, in fact, a subconscious manifestation of Darian's own charismatic influence—an unwitting act of submission to his passive aura. Nevertheless, the suddenness of his physical contact still startled her.
"C-Captain!" she let out a soft gasp, her cheeks flushing crimson in an instant.
Seeing her heart fluttering like a frightened fawn, Darian smiled gently, his voice dropping to a low, magnetic baritone. "You've worked hard today, too. Come, sit down. Let's have a chat. After all, as your Captain, I invited you aboard this ship, yet we still haven't really gotten to know each other."
Darian's display of concern signaled his clear intent: he was setting the stage for an all-night "deep conversation"—one that promised to be very, very intimate.
He took the tray from her trembling hands, setting the dessert aside on the navigation console. Compared to the baked goods, he was far more eager to devour the woman standing right in front of him.
He gently pulled her down to sit beside him on the captain's chair—a seat spacious enough for two people to comfortably share.
Darian's gaze lingered over Carmen, appraising her form closely. Drawing upon his intimate experience with Nami, Kaya, and Nojiko, he could tell that Carmen's figure was every bit as impressive as theirs—if not slightly fuller.
As the ship's master chef, Carmen maintained a perfectly balanced diet; consequently, her figure was lush, healthy, and incredibly voluptuous.
As he pulled Carmen down onto the seat, her ripe, peach-like hips settled against the leather cushion. Her shapely bottom pressed against her thin nightgown, causing her curves to spill outward, tracing an alluringly rounded silhouette in the moonlight.
With a single glance, Darian knew instantly: the sensation of thrusting against that would be incredibly plush and yielding.
The moment Darian took her hand, Carmen felt her heart begin to race wildly.
And when his burning, unapologetic gaze swept over her body, Carmen felt as though his eyes were a pair of razor-sharp blades. Wherever his gaze touched, her flimsy nightgown seemed to be sliced open, baring the pale, tender skin beneath to the open air. It left her feeling utterly naked and exposed, a sensation that left her flustered, breathless, and overwhelmed with a heavy, throbbing heat between her thighs.
With just a little teasing, Carmen was already on the verge of surrendering herself completely.
Gently taking Carmen's small hand in his own, Darian began to softly knead her fingers, savoring the exquisite sensation.
Suffice it to say, Carmen maintained herself remarkably well. Although she spent her days constantly dealing with the intense heat and mundane chores of the kitchen, her hands were truly exquisite. Save for a faint, tough callus in the web of her right hand—a result of the strain from constantly tossing heavy cast-iron woks—her hands could only be described as tender, smooth, and seemingly boneless in their delicate softness.
"Miss Carmen," Darian murmured, his thumb stroking her palm. "You truly are beautiful."
Their eyes met, and Darian offered his compliment with absolute sincerity. At his praise, Carmen felt her heart pound against her ribs. Blushing deeply, she shyly averted her gaze, unable to match his intensity.
With every gentle squeeze of her fingers, Carmen felt as though waves of liquid warmth were flowing from Darian's hands directly into her core. She could feel her breathing grow shallow.
"Cap... Captain..." she whispered, a hesitant, weak protest.
Although her rational mind knew Nami was sleeping just a few cabins away, after fumbling for words for what felt like an eternity, his title was all she could manage to squeeze out.
Gazing at Carmen—whose face was flushed a vivid, captivating crimson—Darian spoke with a faint, gentle smile. "What's the matter? Is something bothering you?"
Meeting his gentle smile, Carmen, who had originally intended to say 'Please stop holding my hand,' could only manage to stammer out a single, breathless phrase:
"N-Nothing at all."
As the frequency of his "Dual Cultivation" sessions increased, the charismatic, demonic allure radiating from Darian's Devil Fruit grew ever more potent. Sensing that she was already succumbing to his charm, Darian's actions grew bolder.
Simply kneading her hands was no longer enough. His right hand drifted from her fingers, sliding around to encircle her narrow waist. His fingers began to caress her hip through the thin, silky fabric of her nightgown.
Feeling the heat of his large hand caressing her waist—and already entirely disoriented by his proximity—Carmen completely forgot to offer any resistance. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together and clenched her teeth, doing her utmost to stifle a moan.
Seeing Carmen in such a yielding, compliant state, Darian abandoned his tentative approach.
His hand, which had merely been stroking her waist moments before, gripped her firmly and pulled Carmen directly across the armrest and into his lap.
Pulled abruptly against his solid chest, Carmen momentarily regained her senses with a soft gasp. Yet Darian gave her no chance to react or pull away. He lowered his head and sealed his lips against hers.
Stunned by the sudden, aggressive kiss, Carmen's eyes went wide. She struggled instinctively for a fraction of a second, her hands pushing weakly against his shoulders, but held fast within his powerful, unyielding embrace, her struggles proved entirely futile.
Before long, Carmen went limp in his arms, her eyes fluttering shut.
With practiced, dominant ease, Darian's tongue parted Carmen's lips, sweeping inside to twine around her own soft tongue as he savored the sweet, wine-tinged taste of her mouth.
At first, Carmen was somewhat clumsy in her response, overwhelmed by the sensory overload, but under Darian's expert guidance, she quickly learned to return his passion, kissing him back with desperate fervor.
With Carmen now held fully across his lap, Darian could truly feel the voluptuousness of her form. Her ample curves pressed down heavily upon his aroused member, which stood rigid and straining beneath his trousers. He yearned to tear away the thin layers of fabric separating them, to break through and bury himself in that burning heat.
Dazed by his passionate kisses, Carmen had long since lost her wits. She possessed absolutely no ability left to resist his advances.
As Darian continued his exploration, Carmen's own desires fully awakened. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, while her hips shifted, seeking friction.
Feeling the hard, burning heat of his erection pressing against her buttocks, Carmen instinctively arched her back and began to slowly grind against him.
The night air of the Grand Line was warm, and both of them were clad in very thin garments. Carmen's nightgown was secured only by a loose sash tied around her waist, leaving the rest of her body entirely unconstrained.
The very act of Darian lifting her to sit astride his lap caused the robe to fall open, exposing two stunningly beautiful, snow-white legs to the moonlight.
With one arm, Darian cradled Carmen's slender waist, holding her tight against him as their lips and tongues engaged in a fierce, wet dance.
Meanwhile, his free hand began to slide up her exposed thigh. He caressed the smooth, delicate skin, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh as he moved higher, inching ever closer to her absolute core.
Compared to Nami, Carmen—who engaged in far less running and combat—possessed legs that were distinctly softer. While they lacked the taut, athletic elasticity of the navigator's, they possessed a plush, yielding beauty all their own, and Darian intended to savor every inch.
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