Vivi stepped into the galley, hugging her arms close to her chest, the cold sea breeze wetting her clothes and making her blue hair stick to her neck, her teeth chattered lightly as she whispered to herself, "Just some hot chocolate… maybe some bread…," softly, not even glancing up as she pushed the creaky door open.
The second she stepped in, Vivi's eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat.
Lance stood in the middle of the galley, completely naked, as he slammed his cock into Nami from behind, his hits slamming against her ass hard enough to make it giggle violently, rippling like waves with every thrust he made.
Nami's face was pressed into the edge of the table as her mouth gaped open, drool pouring out of it as her eyes rolled back, letting out desperate moans, her tits hung heavy and swung in the rhythm of Lance's thrusts as he fucked her stupid.
Nami's legs trembled as Lance continued to mess up her insides, her thighs were wet with squirt and cum from earlier rounds, and her arms were pulled backwards, with both wrists gripped in one of Lance's hands, pulling her back like reins as he used her like a onahole.
Below both of them, kneeling between Lance's legs, was Alvida leaning in with her tongue sliding against Lance's balls as they slapped her face, every time his hips slammed forward into Nami, his balls smacked into Alvida's face with a wet slap, and she sucked them eagerly.
Sometimes she cupped them in her hands, or jerked them lightly while her lips moved between kisses and long, wet, sloppy sucks.
"F-fuck! Captain, harder—please—!" Nami screamed as her ass slammed to meet Lance's cock, her pussy was so wet that it made squelching sounds every time Lance pulled out.
Lance grunted while his body flexed with every thrust, his abs tightening as he slammed forward again and again, his cock disappearing completely into Nami's pussy before dragging back out, glistening with her juices.
"You got a tight pussy for a navigator," Lance said through his teeth, pulling her arms harder until her back arched like a bow.
That was when Alvida finally glanced up at the door, catching sight of Vivi frozen in the doorway like a deer on a highway. The sight made her smirk around Lance's ball, her tongue running over them as she pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Lance's balls, "Captain~" Alvida purred "We got an audience."
Lance didn't stop or even bother to look at Vivi, but continued to slam his cock into Nami's pussy, only when Nami's scream pitched another high from a deep thrust and squirted into his legs did Lance turn his head to look at Miss Wednesday, watching her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of her cloak.
Vivi's face was blood red with her mouth slightly open as her eyes darted between Nami's bouncing tits, Alvida's drooling lips, and the thick cock pistoning between them. She looked like she wanted to turn away but couldn't, hypnotized and her eyes caught by the rhythm, the sounds, the smell.
Lance smirked faintly, "Morning," he said with a dry tone, "you're early for breakfast."
Vivi didn't answer, she just stood there frozen in place with her fingers twitching as her gaze trailed down Lance's body again. The heat in her cheeks burned hotter the longer she watched while her thighs pressed together unconsciously as Nami continued squirting.
Nami's body jolted violently as she finished squirting, letting incoherent moans as Lance slammed into her deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with a loud smack.
Her eyes rolled back and her voice broke into a screeching moan, "Ahhh—Captain, I'm cumming again, fuck, I'm—!"
Lance grunted, leaning forward over her back as he bit into her earlobe, "Then cum," he said as his hips still drove mercilessly, "make a mess of the floor, I don't care."
Nami came instantly, her body convulsing under him yet again, with her pussy clenching around his cock as her orgasm hit hard. Her juices spilled down her thighs, dripping to the floor between Alvida's knees.
Alvida's tongue darted out to lick one of those drops off Lance's balls, moaning softly as she tasted the mix of sweat and Nami's squirt.
The floor, by now, was wet with sweat and squirt juice, and the sound of it—the wet sucking, the heavy breathing, the mind-breaking moans— it was overwhelming for Vivi, and her knees almost gave out.
She swallowed hard, trying to speak, but all that came out was a shaky, "W-what are you doing…?"
Alvida chuckled low, lifting her head enough to glance at Vivi with a smug grin, "What does it look like, sweetheart?" she said, dragging her tongue up the side of one of Lance's balls, "The Captain's busy keeping morale up."
Lance finally pulled out halfway, letting his cock slap against Nami's soaked ass with a heavy smack, finally turning fully towards Vivi, still holding Nami, letting go of Nami's arms and letting her fall into the table, his cock dripped with her juices and cum, gleaming under the lamplight.
"You came for hot chocolate, right?" he said flatly, like nothing was out of place, "the kettle's still warm, help yourself."
Vivi's breath hitched like a hiccup with her eyes flicking between his face and his cock, and her words caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to excuse herself, but her voice died the second Lance's cock slid into Alvida's throat, making it bulge.
Lance smirked slightly as he noticed how she didn't move, "You know, you can stay if you want," he said casually while thrusting forward, "but if you're gonna stand there… you might as well learn how to feel good."
Trying to act normal, Vivi hugged her cloak tighter and stumbled to the counter, whispering under her breath, "J-just some hot chocolate," as her voice shook while she poured from the kettle; her hands trembled so badly she almost spilt the kettle trying to ignore the obscene sounds behind her.
But her ears couldn't shut down what she was hearing, the sounds of a sloppy throatfuck, Alvida gagging around Lance's cock, every thrust made her throat bulge and her nose press against his stomach while her eyes rolled up from the lack of air.
Nami wasn't even watching anymore since she was busy with herself, sitting half-sprawled on the table with her legs spread wide as she scooped cum straight out of her pussy with two fingers and licked it off like a kid eating ice cream, her tits bounced softly every time her fingers went in again, and her tongue traced along them as she swallowed everything she pulled out.
Vivi tried to steady her breathing as she stepped around the puddles of squirt and cum on the floor, mumbling to herself, "Just some hot chocolate… that's it… just chocolate…"
Lance looked calm, his tone flat and bored as ever as he spoke, "You know, it's normal that my cum tastes like whoever drinks it's favorite sweet treat," he said without looking at anyone in particular, his hand lazily guiding Alvida's head up and down his cock, "also, I heard a while back it was normal that all of Alabasta's female royalty are whores deep down, trained from birth to find the strongest man alive to rule beside them whenever their kingdom's in danger."
Vivi's body froze mid-motion as she heard those words, and a sharp heat twisted in her lower stomach, her pulse quickening as she darted her eyes toward him for a heartbeat before quickly looking away.
She didn't know why, but her throat felt dry, her legs weak, and she could barely think straight, "A… a little sugar… maybe," she said out loud as she was almost out of the galley, as if to justify what her mind was already planning.
Turning around, she glanced nervously at Lance, then at the thick, veiny cock glistening in the light between Alvida's lips. "Uhm…" she began, as her voice stuttered, "could you… um… sweeten it for me? Just a bit?"
Lance raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. He pulled Alvida off his cock by her hair with her lips wet and dripping with spit, "You want sugar?" he asked with a lazy smirk, stroking himself slowly and steadily, "You'll get it."
Vivi held the cup out awkwardly, her eyes locked on the floor as if that would make it less shameful, but she didn't move away as her mind focused on the sound of his strokes, then suddenly—
A deep groan escaped Lance's throat as his cock twitched and thick ropes of cum shot into Vivi's mug, mixing with the hot chocolate and steaming slightly from the temperature difference. It swirled together until it was one glossy, creamy drink.
Vivi's whole body tensed, and she whispered a soft, "T-thank you…," while her face burned as she turned quickly toward the door, clutching the mug to her chest like it was something precious.
Behind her, Nami finally broke into laughter watching the princess practically run out of the galley, "Oh my god, she really took it!" Nami said between giggles, scooping another fingerful of cum and sucking it off, "Miss Wednesday's got a sweet tooth after all!"
Alvida licked her lips clean of saliva and stray cum and grinned wickedly, "Guess chocolate wasn't sweet enough for her," she teased, mocking as she looked at the door Vivi had just fled through.
Lance just yawned, stretching his arms behind his head, his cock still glistening in the lamplight, "Heh," he said, "you learn something new every day."
The two women laughed softly, and as Vivi's footsteps faded down the hall, Nami tilted her head back, licking the last of Lance's cum from her fingers, sighing in content, "I almost feel bad for her," she said with a small smirk, "almost."
Nami, Alvida and Lance didn't even slow down after reaching Whiskey Peak, fucking through the whole trip, every spare moment was spent recovering fluids before going back to fuck again, Nami riding Lance's cock on the deck while Alvida licked the sweat off his abs, switching places whenever one needed a break, until the island came into view and Vivi and Mr. 9 finally left the ship, Vivi with a flushed face and trembling legs, pretending she hadn't been masturbating since she drank her chocolate.
By the time they docked, the trio were exhausted but not satisfied, fucking again until the sun went down and the distant sound of music and laughter from the town reached the ship.
Nami was the first to stretch as her tits were swelled from so much groping and slapping, panting as she spoke, "C-captain… we're gonna miss the party…" she said, wiping her mouth and glancing toward the glowing town lights.
Alvida lay next to her, rubbing her inner thighs together, "Heh… I could still go another round if Lance asked," she said, brushing her fingers across Lance's stomach, tracing the outline of his abs with lazy circles.
Lance groaned and finally sat up, running a hand through his hair, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their juices, "You two are damn near insatiable," he said as he stood, stretching until his back cracked, "Fine, let's go, before someone sends Luffy to drag us out." He started dressing half-assedly while the girls got ready on their own.
For once, Lance actually put on clothes, though "put on" was generous for what he was wearing, loose white pants sitting dangerously low on his hips, the drawstring barely holding them up, showing the deep V-cut of his lower abs and the faint muscle line leading down to his crotch.
His torso was bare except for a thin white jacket that hung across his shoulders like a cape, not properly worn but just draped. On the back, in bold black kanji, was the word "Portent."
Nami slipped back into her green and white bikini top and low-rise jeans, her tits barely contained as she buttoned the jeans halfway up, the skin of her hips showing every time she moved.
Alvida wore her white bikini top and tight Capri pants again, her glossy skin reflecting the faint moonlight as she fastened her pearl necklace in place.
The three walked out together, Nami hooked to one arm, Alvida on the other, both women smirking like sluts who knew exactly who owned them.
Whiskey Peak was very much alive when they arrived, music booming through the streets, barrels of ale stacked against every wall and people dancing, shouting, and drinking until they couldn't stand.
The smell of alcohol and roasted meat filled every corner, and soon enough the group spotted Zoro already sitting in the middle of a group of bounty hunters, laughing like an idiot as he downed bottle after bottle, Luffy was halfway through a mountain of food, Sanji was flirting with anything that moved, and Usopp was trying to keep up but failing miserably like the bum he is.
The moment the trio stepped into the tavern, they joined the others, grabbing drinks almost immediately, Lance sat back in the corner booth, with the girls on either side of him, Nami leaning against his shoulder as she sipped a mug of rum while Alvida swirling her glass idly, "Not bad for a small-time port," she said playfully.
"Could use better booze," Lance said, taking a long swig straight from the bottle, then leaning back, yawning as he rubbed his neck, "This is about the point where something dumb happens," he said, already getting bored.
Nami tilted her head, giggling softly, "You're not even going to stay and see?" she teased, tracing a finger down his chest.
"Too lazy," Lance simply said, standing up and stretching his arms until his jacket slipped halfway off one shoulder, "You two keep drinking, have fun, whatever. I'm going to sleep before someone decides to start a fight."
Nami smirked but didn't argue, watching him walk out with that same relaxed stride he always carried.
Outside, the air was cool and quiet, in contrast to the noise inside. Lance walked slowly back toward the Merry, with a bottle still in hand, he could hear the faint laughter from town fading into the distance and the waves lapping softly against the wood of the dock.
Climbing aboard, he tossed the empty bottle aside, stripped the clothes right back off, and dropped into his hammock like a man returning home, the ship rocking gently beneath him.
Within seconds, his breathing slowed and his eyes half-shut as he dozed off, the night carrying on without him, or at least he tried to, soon enough, the sound of explosions woke Lance up.