One Piece The Ship Of Lust 소설 & 이야기

No one attacked the ship. Both figures merely passed over the ship, not touching it at all. However, that ship, affected by the current, instantly crumbled into millions of pieces. Some pieces even evaporated directly. “Where are you trying to go? The Fiend Lord’s heart is mine! “Bredon Chase, do you think you are qualified to snatch it from me? Get lost if you are smart!” “Hmph! Black Dragon Chief. Do you think I, Bredon Chase, am easy? Whoever snatches it claims it.”

“The key says this is the way.” They boarded the ship, and as soon as Lila stepped onto the deck, the sails unfurled on their own, catching the wind. The ship pulled away from the shore, gliding smoothly across the water, guided by the key’s light. The sea was calm, but there was something strange about it—its water glowed with a faint, silvery light, and the stars above seemed to be closer and brighter. “Where are we going?” Jade asked, leaning against the ship’s rail, looking out at the endless water.

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.

Just like normal humans. He'd had one when he was young, Roman recalled. Until the night before the war, when he had woken up and found that it was gone. Stolen. Lost. Months later, he had discovered it in Ruthven's possession and had claimed it back in a physical brawl with Ruthven. The jewelry had then remained with him until the night when he had turned Lauren. In an attempt to dodge a strike from a silver sword, the tip of the sword had grazed the lapis lazuli on his neck, splitting it into two halves and rendering it useless.

His insanely awkward satisfaction with seeing me like this, was damn clear on his stupid face. “Hi, Leo. You are looking good.” He chuckled, sarcastically. “Fuck you.” I cursed him, my throat dry and my voice hoarse. He nodded his head in disappointment. “Nope. Not yet. Reserve those curses for the main event.” I frowned, watching his eyes. They trailed away from me, looking at something behind me. That when I heard it, the sound of a ship. ‘Cazzo’ I turned instantly. Immediately my eye fell on the ship, it exploded.

She said, “I want you to do it just so I’d be able to prove that I’m powerful enough to bring you to him and answer whatever questions he wants to throw to you. At least before he dies.” The Chairman felt he now could change her mood. “So, are you just being sadistic?” Lovelace finally smiled. Laude gave him the nod. The night turned out fine after all. The longtime friends, allies, and mature fuck-bodies ended on the same place after their dinner-talk, on the bed. Missionary position. ***

he called, voice carrying over the wind. Lucien aimed the cannon at the closest skyship. The shells were infused with star-silk resonance—able to shatter quartz plating. He squeezed the trigger: a thundering pulse of violet light erupted, striking the skyship’s hull. The vessel shuddered, engines sputtered, and it yawed off-course in a spray of sparks. The gondola lurched as the skyship stumbled. Vera seized Lucien’s arm. “Now’s our chance.” He nodded. “Let’s go.”

"Because when the sun breaks the horizon, we’re finishing this on the deck. I want every man on this ship to see exactly what their Captain owns." Elara whimpered, her body still pulsing around him.

Eternal Claim The British ship was closing in fast, its sails full and cannons ready. My crew scrambled across the deck of “The Siren’s Fury”, loading cannons and preparing weapons. The air was thick with tension and the smell of gunpowder. But my focus was entirely on the man still tied to my bed below deck, Captain Diego Vargas, my captured prize and now my lover. I descended into my cabin, my leather corset still open, my body marked with his bites and my own scratches from our earlier passion. Diego lay on my large bed, naked and hard, his cock standing thick and ready even after everything we had done.

Lucan steps down, ripping his heavy fur jacket off his shoulders and draping the scorching material over my back before lifting my plus-size frame out of the carriage. "Mrs. Ashcroft, step aboard the royal longship." I look up into his burning golden eyes, my fingers trembling as I clasp his giant hand to board the wooden deck. "I never knew the northern territory looked so beautiful from the water," I whisper. The stars overhead look like a glittering silver sheet spread across the dark sky. Leaning my heavy breasts against the wooden railing, I breathe in the salty air, finally feeling alive. A slow, sensual drumbeat begins to echo from the inner cabin of the ship. Lucan steps up behind my