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Moda's gaze softened as she looked up at him, her eyes glimmering like twin stars in the night sky. The adoration in them was unmistakable.
James's lips curved into a gentle, knowing smile. He leaned in slightly, continuing the gentle teasing and flirtation he had started earlier — indulging in the sweetness of the moment with the pure-hearted girl before him.
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In the opulent bedroom cabin of the Flying Ark - Nimbus, high above the clouds where Skypiea's winds whispered secrets to the heavens, James reclined on his vast bed, the silken sheets cradling his powerful frame like a throne befitting an emperor.
The air hummed with the subtle vibration of the ark's ethereal engines, a constant reminder of his dominion over the skies. He wore a crisp white shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the strength beneath, paired with tailored blue pants that spoke of effortless authority.
Beside him lay Moda, her slender form nestled tentatively on the edge of the mattress, her knee-length white sundress flowing like a cascade of moonlight, its neckline dipping low to accentuate the gentle swell of her cleavage—a garment he'd chosen himself to adorn her innocence with a touch of allure.
James turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was new to this world of his, collected like a rare bloom from the lower realms, her shyness a veil he delighted in parting. "My sweet Moda," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers across her skin, His hand reached out, fingers tracing the curve of her arm with possessive gentleness, drawing her closer until their bodies aligned side by side, the warmth of him seeping through her thin dress.
She blushed deeply, her cheeks blooming with a rosy hue that only heightened her ethereal beauty. Insecure thoughts swirled in her mind— was she worthy of a God's gaze?—but his words wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.
James leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You're more precious than any treasure in Blue Sea," he whispered, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear in a feather-light kiss.
💖She gasped softly, her body arching instinctively toward him, her innocence warring with the spark of desire his dominance ignited.
Emboldened by her response, James cupped her chin, tilting her face to meet his. "Look at me, my dove. See how you captivate your God Emperor." His lips descended upon hers in a commanding kiss, firm yet tender, claiming her mouth with the assurance of a ruler who knew no refusal.
💖Moda hesitated for a heartbeat, her lips parting shyly under his, then she kissed back, tentative at first, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself in the storm of his affection.
The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing hers in a dance of sweet possession, and she melted against him, her blush spreading down her neck.
💖He leaned down, pressing a series of lingering kisses along her neck, each one a deliberate mark of his claim—first soft and exploratory, then more insistent, nipping gently at the pulse point that betrayed her quickening heartbeat.
"Mmmm~"
Moda whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow, exposing more of her vulnerable skin to his attentions. Insecurity flickered in her eyes, but his whispers chased it away: "You're mine now, Moda, and I'll show you how much you mean to me. No doubts, with this."
💖Her response was a soft, blushing nod, her lips seeking his again in a kiss she initiated this time, her innocence blooming into quiet courage under his guidance.
James obliged, capturing her mouth once more, his hand sliding to her waist to pull her flush against him, their bodies entwined on the expansive bed.
He kissed her lobe, sucking lightly, eliciting a shy giggle from her that turned into a sigh.
With a teasing tone, he added, "And your blushes? They're the sunrise I have the power to bring forth each morning."
Moda's hands roamed tentatively over his chest, feeling the strength beneath his white shirt, her kisses growing bolder as she pressed her lips to his jaw in return, a small act of reciprocation that thrilled him.
His gaze drifted lower, drawn to the inviting curve of her cleavage framed by the sundress. "So beautifully adorned for me," he purred, his voice dripping with romantic intent.
💖Leaning down, he placed a reverent kiss just above her heart, then trailed lower, his lips brushing the exposed skin of her cleavage in a series of slow, dominating pecks that made her breath hitch.
Each kiss was a promise, sweet and commanding, his hands steady on her hips to hold her in place as she squirmed with a mix of shyness and delight. "Feel how I adore you," he murmured against her skin, his words vibrating through her. "Every curve, every sigh—it's all mine to treasure."
Moda blushed fiercer than before, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him back up for another kiss on the lips, this one fervent and yielding, her insecurity fading in the heat of his lover's dominance.
💖They lingered there, side by side on the bed, exchanging whispers and kisses that wove a tapestry of romance in the secluded cabin.
James continued his romantic assault, alternating between her lips, neck, ears, and cleavage, each touch building her confidence, each word a sweet chain binding her to him.
"You're a jewel of my empire," he breathed between kisses, "and I'll spend eternities proving it." She kissed him back with growing passion, her world narrowing to the strength of his arms and the sky-bound haven they shared.
James's fingers danced along the hem of Moda's sundress, his touch electric as he gathered the fabric in his grasp, inching it upward with deliberate slowness.
💖She quivered beneath him, her breath catching as the dress slid over her thighs, revealing the delicate white lace of her panties that hugged her curves like a secret promise.
💖Higher still, the garment rose, exposing the matching bra that cradled her form with intricate patterns, a tantalizing barrier to his desires.
With a fluid motion, he lifted it over her head, tossing it aside to the silken expanse of the bed, leaving her clad only in that fragile lingerie.
Moda's skin flushed anew, a canvas of vulnerability under his gaze, but James wasted no time in sealing his lips to hers in a fervent, consuming kiss.
💖His mouth claimed hers with unyielding passion, tongues entwining in a heated duel that left her gasping, her hands fisting in his shirt as if to pull him deeper into her world. The kiss was a storm—fierce, unrelenting—his strong arms encircling her waist, pressing her bare skin against the crisp fabric of his attire.
Breaking away only to trail his lips down her jaw, James's hands roamed to the clasp of her bra, his fingers deft and assured.
"No more hiding, love," he murmured, the metal giving way with a soft click. He peeled the lace away, letting it fall forgotten, baring her ample bosom to the cool air of the cabin.
Her breasts, full and inviting, rose with each shallow breath, their peaks already hardening under the weight of his stare.
💖Moda's instincts surged; her arms crossed instinctively over her chest, palms shielding what she deemed too exposed, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and budding arousal.
But James was quicker, his hands gently but firmly capturing her wrists, guiding them away with a tender dominance that brooked no argument. "Oh, no, Moda," he cooed, his eyes darkening with genuine reverence as he drank in the sight.
"These are masterpieces, crafted by the gods themselves for my worship alone. So lush, so perfect—curves that could topple empires, skin like the finest silk." His words flowed like honeyed wine, each praise a balm to her insecurities, making her squirm not from shame but from the fire they ignited within.
He held her gaze, ensuring she saw the truth in his expression, the way his breath hitched at the mere view of her.
💖Leaning down, he began his devoted assault, his mouth descending upon one breast with a hunger tempered by care.
"Aaanh!"
His tongue circled the sensitive bud, teasing it to a taut peak before enveloping it in the warm cavern of his lips.
💖He sucked gently at first, then with increasing fervor, the suction drawing forth a gasp from Moda's throat that evolved into a whimper.
Her body arched off the bed, pressing closer to his ministrations, as he lavished attention on the tender flesh, his free hand kneading the other mound with rhythmic squeezes that mirrored his oral rhythm.
💖Switching sides seamlessly, James's tongue laved the neglected nipple, flicking it with precise strokes that sent jolts of pleasure racing through her veins.
He suckled deeply, the wet sounds mingling with her escalating moans, her head thrashing against the pillows as waves of sensation crashed over her. "That's it, let me hear you," he encouraged between pulls, his voice muffled against her skin, vibrating through her core.
Moda's hands, now free, tangled in his hair, not to push away but to hold him there, her shyness dissolving into a haze of ecstasy.
"Ahh~!"
She writhed beneath him, a symphony of soft cries and breathless pleas, her innocence yielding to the overwhelming bliss he orchestrated.
💖He alternated between them, licking broad stripes across the undersides, nipping lightly at the swells, then returning to suck with a passion that bordered on reverence.
Each tug elicited louder responses from her, her body a quivering mess, hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
James's own arousal was evident, yet he focused solely on her, drawing out every shudder and sigh until she was utterly undone, a moaning vision lost in the throes of his expert touch, the cabin echoing with the raw melody of her surrender.
James's hands, warm and commanding, slid down Moda's trembling form, his fingers hooking into the delicate lace of her white panties.
The air in the Flying Ark's cabin thrummed with an electric charge, the golden light casting shadows that danced across their entwined bodies on the silken sheets.
He paused, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of adoration and primal hunger as he murmured, "My darling, let me see all of you—every secret you've kept hidden."
With a slow, deliberate tug, he eased the fabric down her hips, past her thighs, and off her ankles, revealing the soft mound of her pussy adorned with a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, glistening faintly in the low light.
Moda's breath hitched, a flush of heat surging through her as vulnerability gripped her. Her hands darted instinctively to cover herself, fingers splaying over the newly exposed flesh in a shy attempt to shield her intimacy from his gaze.
But James, ever the dominant lover, gently caught her wrists, his touch firm yet reverent, guiding her hands away to rest at her sides.
"No, no, my sweet," he purred, his voice a low growl of adoration. "This is perfection itself—a treasure crafted just for me. Look at you, so delicate, so inviting, a vision of beauty that could drive a man to madness." His words wove a spell around her insecurities, each praise stoking the fire in her core, her blush deepening as she squirmed under his intense scrutiny.
💖He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and placed a single, gentle kiss on the soft flesh of her pussy, a chaste yet electrifying touch that made her gasp.
"Aaanh!~"
"You're exquisite," he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin as he spoke, sending a shiver racing up her spine.
Then, with a lover's devotion and an emperor's command, he parted her thighs, his strong hands holding them open with a tenderness that belied their strength.
💖His mouth descended, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate line along her folds, tasting her sweetness with a reverence that made her heart pound.
Moda's head fell back against the pillows, a soft whimper escaping her lips as James's tongue explored her, lapping gently at first, savoring every inch of her.
💖He teased her clit with featherlight flicks, coaxing it to swell under his ministrations, before drawing it into his mouth with a gentle suck that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Her hands clutched the sheets, fingers twisting in the silk as she surrendered to the sensations he wrought. "James-sama…" she moaned, her voice a breathless plea, her shyness melting into a haze of need as he worked her with expert precision.
He deepened his efforts, his tongue delving into her warmth, alternating between broad, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks that drove her wild.
💖Holding her thighs firmly, he kept her open to him, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure built within her. His lips closed around her clit again, sucking with a rhythmic intensity that drew louder cries from her, each sound a testament to her unraveling.
"Let go, Moda," he murmured against her, the vibration of his voice sending her spiraling further. "Give me everything."
Her moans grew frantic, a crescendo of gasps and whimpers filling the cabin as James's relentless devotion pushed her toward the edge.
His tongue circled her clit with unrelenting focus, his hands anchoring her thighs as her hips bucked involuntarily. The tension coiled tighter within her, a delicious pressure that shattered in a blinding rush.
Moda cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her release washing over his lips and chin, a sweet offering to her emperor.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
He lapped at her gently through the aftershocks, drawing out every shudder until she lay panting, a moaning mess beneath him, her blonde hair splayed across the pillows like a halo, the Flying Ark's hum a quiet witness to her surrender.
💖James's breath still lingered warm against Moda's quivering folds, her body a tapestry of aftershocks from the climax he'd drawn from her depths.
Yet his desire burned brighter, a God's claim unfinished.
With a predatory grace, he shifted upward, his hands trailing fire along her thighs as he knelt between them. His fingers dipped to the waistband of his boxers, the last barrier to his own vulnerability, and he peeled them down slowly, revealing the thick, veined length of his cock springing free—imposing in its girth and rigidity, pulsing with the raw power that mirrored his dominion.
💖Moda's eyes widened in a mix of awe and trepidation, her innocence clashing with the surge of curiosity. "Oh... it's so... big," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread, shock painting her features as she stared, her blonde-trimmed mound still glistening from his earlier devotions.
Surprise rooted her in place, her hands fluttering nervously as if unsure whether to reach out or retreat, the sight of him so commanding, so utterly male, stirring a whirlwind of emotions in her untouched core.
He chuckled softly, a sound rich with affection and control, hovering over her now, his strong frame casting a protective shadow across her lithe form.
💖His cock rested heavy above her pussy, the heated tip brushing her slick entrance in a teasing promise that made her gasp. "My sweet, innocent Moda," he murmured, his gaze locking with hers, dominant yet tender. "Are you certain? This is your gift to me—your first, your only." His words were a velvet chain, binding her trust to him.
She nodded, tears of overwhelming emotion pricking the corners of her eyes, her shyness blooming into resolve. "Yes, James... I don't trust anyone else. Please... take me." Her voice trembled, but her legs parted wider in invitation, her insecurity yielding to the depth of her devotion.
💖With utmost care, he positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging her virgin slit, parting her folds with gentle pressure.
"You're so brave, my love," he praised, his hand intertwining with hers, fingers lacing tightly as he began the slow insertion. Inch by inch, he pressed forward, her tight walls struggling to accommodate his size, a first-time stretch that elicited a sharp intake of breath from her.
💖Pain tinged the pleasure, a fleeting burn as her virginity yielded, a faint smear of blood marking the sheets beneath them like a crimson seal of their union.
"Shh, that's it... relax for me, beautiful. You're doing so well," he whispered reassuringly, kissing her forehead between shallow advances, his free hand stroking her cheek to wipe away a stray tear.
💖Moda whimpered, "Ahh... it hurts a little... but... mmm," her innocent gasps mingling with the sensation, her nervous fingers clutching his arms, nails digging into his muscled biceps as she adjusted. Her shaking legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer despite the ache, her body instinctively seeking the comfort of his strength. He paused often, letting her virgin pussy adapt, stretching her gradually until he was buried halfway, the fullness overwhelming yet intoxicating.
"You're perfect, Moda— so tight, so warm around me," he groaned, his voice a low rumble of praise as he claimed her virginity fully, thrusting gently now in romantic missionary rhythm, their bodies aligned in intimate harmony.
💖The Flying Ark's cabin seemed to hold its breath, the silken bed cradling their slow dance. He moved with controlled passion, each thrust a tender conquest, building from careful glides to deeper, more insistent strokes as she grew accustomed. "Feel how you grip me, my dove? That's your body welcoming its emperor."
Her moans escalated, "Ohh~... James-sama... yes... ahhn~," pain fading into pleasure as he comforted her with soft whispers, "I'm here, love—I've got you. You're mine now, forever cherished."
💖Tears glistened at her eyes' edges, not from sorrow but from the profound trust triggering her first waves of ecstasy. Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white, then released to grip him again, her climax building under his gentle thrusting.
As her first orgasm crested, triggered by that deep trust, her walls clenched around him like a vice, "Aaaah~! James-sama... I'm... oh god, yesss!" She trembled, her legs quaking around his waist, but he didn't falter, kissing her forehead amid thrusts, praising, "That's my girl—cum for me, let it all out. So beautiful when you climax."
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He continued the romantic pace, passionate thrusting now syncing with her breaths, fingers still intertwined as he drove her toward the second peak.
"You're taking me so well, my innocent treasure—stretching just for your lover," he murmured, his cock filling her inch by inch with each return, the wet sounds of their union echoing softly.
💖Moda's gasps turned to fervent moans, "Mmmph~... deeper... ahh~, please," her body arching, hands clutching tighter as pleasure overrode any lingering discomfort.
Her second climax hit like a storm, "Ohhh~! Yes... James-sama... cumming again... nngh~!"
Tears streamed freely now, her virgin pussy pulsing in rhythmic bliss, blood-tinged sheets forgotten in the haze. He held her close, whispering, "Such a good girl—feel that? You're made for this, for me."
Undeterred, he built to the third, his thrusts gaining fervor yet remaining loving, passionate in their depth.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"One more, my sweet—cum with me this time," he encouraged, his own release coiling as her walls struggled and yielded anew. Moda's legs shook wildly around him, her moans a symphony, "Ahhn~... can't... too much... ohh, James!" Overstimulation made her tremble, but trust fueled her final ascent, climax triggered by his unwavering gaze.
💖As she shattered for the third time, "Aaaaah~! Yesss~... cumming~~... so hard... mmmph~!" her pussy convulsed in ecstasy, milking him relentlessly.
James groaned deeply, "Now, love—take my seed," thrusting deep as he finally came inside her virgin pussy, 💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕 hot spurts filling her to overflowing, his cum leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets onto the sheets.
💖He kissed her tears away, holding her tightly as she trembled from overstimulation, their fingers still laced, bodies entwined in afterglow. "Shh, my perfect Moda... you were incredible. Rest now, in my arms—I've claimed you, and I'll never let go."
In the gilded sanctuary of the Flying Ark's bedroom cabin, James and Moda lingered in the hazy aftermath of their first time.
💖Her body, once untouched, now thrummed with the echoes of ecstasy, her virgin depths filled with his essence, a warm trickle seeping from her as she lay beneath him, breathless and flushed.
Yet the God Emperor James's hunger was far from sated; he yearned to explore every facet of her surrender.
Moda's shyness had cracked like fragile porcelain under his touch, revealing an insecure core that blossomed in his praise, her innocence transforming into a quiet, trusting passion.
As the night deepened, the cabin's lanterns flickering like distant stars, James stirred, his large frame shifting to pull her closer, his lips brushing her ear with a whisper that promised more. "My cherished concubine," he murmured, his voice a silken command, "the night is ours. Let me show you the heavens in ways you've only dreamed."
💖He began anew in the missionary position, their bodies already entwined in the vast expanse of the bed, sheets tangled and stained with the evidence of her deflowering.
James hovered above her once more, his muscular arms caging her slender form, his blue pants long discarded, leaving him gloriously bare, his cock—still rigid and glistening from their prior joining—pressing insistently against her slick entrance.
Moda's eyes fluttered open, wide with a mix of lingering soreness and renewed desire, her large breasts heaving with each shallow breath, nipples pebbled from the cool air.
💖She bit her lip, insecure whispers of doubt flickering in her mind, but James silenced them with a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming hers as he aligned himself.
"You're exquisite, my sweet," he praised, his words a balm, "so responsive, somine." With deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, her pussy—tender and stretched from before—yielding to him with a wet, welcoming glide, though a faint wince crossed her features at the initial burn.
"Ahh~... James... it's still so full," she gasped innocently, her hands clutching his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he sank deeper, inch by throbbing inch.
💖The pain-tinged pleasure returned, her walls fluttering around his cock, struggling yet adapting to his dominance.
He groaned low in his throat, "Mmm, Fuck, yes, feel how you take me, love—perfectly made for your emperor."
His thrusts started gentle, romantic undulations that rocked their bodies in harmony, the bed creaking softly beneath them.
💖Each plunge elicited her soft whimpers, "Ohh~... mmmph~... yes," building to fervent moans as he praised her relentlessly: "Such a brave girl, opening for me like a flower in the sun."
Her shaking legs wrapped around his waist again, pulling him impossibly closer, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking her eyes as he kissed her forehead between strokes, their fingers intertwining in a grip that spoke of unbreakable trust.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The rhythm deepened, his hips grinding against hers in passionate thrusts that sent sparks through her core, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every descent.
💖Moda's moans grew louder, a symphony of "Ahn~... James-sama... ... oh god," her body arching to meet him, insecurity forgotten in the blaze of pleasure.
He claimed her mouth in heated kisses, swallowing her cries, his free hand kneading her breast, thumb circling the nipple until she shattered once more.
"That's it, cum around me, my dove—squeeze me tight," he encouraged, feeling her walls convulse in ecstasy, "Yesss... ahh!~"
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Her climax triggered his own restraint to falter, but he held back, spilling only a fraction inside her, the excess leaking out in creamy trails down her thighs.
They lingered in the position, his weight a comforting blanket, until her breaths steadied, her pussy sore yet aching for more under his loving gaze.
After a few minutes rest, James guided her to shift, his strong hands maneuvering her pliant body into the doggy position.
💖Moda knelt on all fours, her knees sinking into the plush mattress, her white sundress long forgotten in a heap on the floor, leaving her utterly exposed.
Her large breasts swayed beneath her, and she glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks flaming with shyness, insecure about the vulnerability of the pose.
"J-James-sama... like this? I feel so... open," she whispered, her voice trembling.
💖He knelt behind her, his palms caressing the curve of her ass, spreading her cheeks gently to admire the sight of her pussy, still glistening with their mingled fluids, blonde pubic hair matted and inviting.
"Oh, my sweet innocent," he purred, his dominant tone laced with flirtation, "you're a vision—curves that beg to be claimed. Trust me, love; I'll make you soar."
💖His cock, heavy and veined, nudged her entrance from behind, and with a firm grip on her hips, he eased in, the angle allowing deeper penetration that made her gasp sharply.
"Ahhn~ It's... so deep... Mmmmh~," she moaned, her hands clutching the sheets in white-knuckled fists, the stretch reigniting a tender ache in her newly deflowered core.
Blood from earlier mingled faintly with fresh arousal, but pleasure swiftly overtook, her walls hugging him tightly as he began slow, deliberate thrusts.
"You're doing beautifully, Moda—taking every inch like the treasure you are," he praised, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back gently for a possessive kiss over her shoulder.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The slaps of skin against skin echoed in the cabin, rhythmic and primal, his balls slapping her clit with each drive forward.
Her moans escalated into desperate cries, "Ohh~... yes... James-sama... harder... ahh!" as he built the pace, passionate thrusting that shook the bed, his free hand reaching around to fondle her clit, circling the swollen nub until her legs quivered uncontrollably.
💖Tears streamed down her face from the intensity, pain-tinged ecstasy making her body tremble, but she pushed back against him, her innocence yielding to wanton need.
"Feel that, Moda? You're mine in every way," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, kissing the nape of her neck between plunges.
Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, "Aaaaah! Cumming... so hard... nngh!~~" her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock until he followed, flooding her depths with hot spurts that overflowed, leaking copiously down her inner thighs.
He held her through the tremors, whispering reassurances, "Shh, perfect girl... I've got you," until she collapsed forward, spent yet glowing.
💖James drew her into a spooning embrace, their bodies curling together on the side, his chest pressed to her back, one arm draped possessively over her waist. Moda's breath came in soft pants, her body sore from the exertions, cum trickling steadily from her pussy, but the intimacy of the position stirred her anew.
She nestled against him, insecure murmurs escaping, "Am I... enough for you like this?" He chuckled warmly, his lips nuzzling her ear, "More than enough, my beautiful—you're the heart of my empire." His cock, ever insistent, slid between her thighs from behind, finding her slick heat and pressing in with a gentle rock, the angle intimate and enveloping.
"Mmm~... oh, James... it feels... different... ahh~," she whimpered innocently, her hand reaching back to clutch his thigh as he filled her, the stretch less intense but profoundly deep, his girth rubbing against sensitive spots within.
💖He thrust slowly, romantic glides that built a simmering heat, his hand cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between fingers as he praised, "So soft, — you're exquisite in my arms, love." The position allowed for him to tease her, his breath hot on her neck, "Imagine the stars watching us, jealous of our bond."
Her moans were softer, more melodic, "Yes... mmmph... right there... ohh~," her legs parting slightly to grant him better access, shaking with each tender push.
As the rhythm intensified into passionate undulations, his hips grinding against her ass, she clutched the sheets once more, tears of bliss gathering as pleasure coiled tight.
"Cum for me again, my dove—let me feel you," he urged, his fingers dipping to her clit, stroking in time with his thrusts. Her body arched back against him, "Ahhn! James... I'm... yesss!" climax ripping through her, walls clenching in rhythmic waves that drew his own release, cum pulsing inside her, adding to the messy leak that now soaked the sheets beneath them.
He held her close, kissing her shoulder, comforting her through the overstimulation, "You're incredible, Moda—rest a moment, but we're not done yet."
Dawn's first light filtered through the cabin's portholes as James encouraged her to straddle him, transitioning to the cowgirl position.
Moda hesitated, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself above his reclining form, his cock standing proud and slick, a daunting sight that made her blush fiercely.
"I... I don't know how," she admitted shyly, insecurity flaring, her large breasts bouncing slightly with her movements, pussy aching and leaking from hours of claiming. He guided her hands to his chest, his eyes gleaming with adoration, "Just follow your heart, Moda—ride your God as you wish. You're safe with me." With nervous fingers clutching his arms, she lowered herself, gasping as his tip breached her, "Ohh~... it's... so big from here... Nnngh~," the descent slow, her virgin-stretched walls protesting the fullness but welcoming it with slick ease.
Once seated, she rocked tentatively, her moans innocent and exploratory, "Ah~... James-sama... like this? Nngh~..."
He groaned in approval, hands on her hips to steady her, "Yes, love— you're a natural goddess. Move as you desire; I'll praise every sway." She built confidence, grinding down in romantic circles, then bouncing with increasing passion, her breasts jiggling hypnotically, tears at her eyes from the deep penetration that bordered on soreness.
"So beautiful, taking control—feel how you own me too," he whispered, thumbs brushing her nipples, sending jolts through her. Her cries filled the air, "Yes... oh god... faster... ahhn!~" legs shaking as she rode him, climax building from the empowerment, trust deepening with each thrust.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
She shattered spectacularly, "Aaaaah! Cumming on you... mmmph!" pussy gushing around him, triggering his flood of cum that overflowed in thick rivulets, her soreness amplifying the sensation. He pulled her down for a kiss, comforting, "Magnificent, my treasure—you're unstoppable."
💖Finally, as exhaustion tugged at their edges, James arranged them in the lotus position, sitting cross-legged with her in his lap, face to face, his cock nestled deep within her. The intimacy was profound, her arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, their foreheads touching.
Moda's body was a canvas of spent passion—sore, leaking cum profusely from her ravaged pussy, blonde hair disheveled—but her eyes shone with love.
💖"One last dance, my innocent Moda," he murmured, hands on her back as they rocked together slowly. "Ahh~... James-sama... it hurts a little now... but... don't stop... ohh~," she moaned, the position allowing grinding intimacy, his girth stretching her inch by inch in tender waves.
They moved in unison, romantic and passionate, whispers of praise flowing: "You're everything, Moda—brave, beautiful, mine."
💖Her moans were weary yet fervent, "Mmm~... yes... Yours... ahhn!~" tears streaming as multiple climaxes washed over her, each one milking him until, in their final shared peak, he came inside once more, cum spilling out in endless leaks. 💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
They collapsed together, spent and entwined.
The cabin of the Flying Ark was a cocoon of warmth and intimacy, the lanterns now dimmed to a faint golden flicker, casting soft shadows that danced across the silken sheets, crumpled and stained from their night-long odyssey. James and Moda lay side by side, their bodies slick with sweat and the mingled evidence of their passion, her pussy sore and leaking with his cum, a testament to the emperor's relentless claiming of his shy concubine.
Yet the fire of their connection burned softly now, a smoldering ember of tenderness as their breaths slowed, exhaustion tugging at their limbs like the gentle pull of Skypiea's winds.
Moda's large breasts pressed against his chest, her blonde hair a tangled halo around her flushed face, her eyes heavy with the weight of pleasure and trust.
💖James, still buried deep within her, his cock nestled in the tender warmth of her ravaged core, gazed at her with a lover's adoration, his dominant edge softened by the profound bond they'd forged.
He shifted closer, his strong arm sliding beneath her to draw her flush against him, her shaking legs entwining with his as her hands found their place around his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the muscles there as if anchoring herself to his strength.
💖His free hand settled possessively on the curve of her ass, kneading the soft flesh gently, a silent claim that made her shiver despite her weariness. "My perfect Moda," he whispered, his voice a low, velvety caress, rich with the flirtatious charm that had unraveled her all night. "You've given me everything—your heart, your body, your trust. I will take care of you forever." His lips brushed hers in a tender prelude, teasing the seam of her mouth with a lover's patience.
Moda's lips parted, a soft, innocent moan escaping—"Mmm… James…"—as she leaned into him, her shyness now a faint echo, replaced by a quiet confidence born of his relentless praise.
💖Their mouths met in a slow, languid kiss, a deep exploration that spoke of devotion rather than urgency. His tongue traced hers with deliberate care, savoring the sweetness of her surrender, while her kisses back were tentative yet fervent, her hands tightening on his shoulders as if to hold him closer still.
The kiss stretched on, minutes bleeding into timelessness, their lips molding and remolding, breaths mingling in soft gasps—"Ahh… mmm"—as they poured every unspoken vow into the act. His hand on her ass squeezed gently, guiding her hips to keep him nestled inside her, the sensation of his cock, still semi-hard, a comforting fullness that made her whimper softly against his mouth.
Their kisses grew slower, softer, a gentle ebb as exhaustion claimed them, yet neither wanted to part.
Moda's hands roamed his shoulders, tracing the strength that had guided her through her first night of passion, her fingers trembling with the weight of her love.
James's hand on her ass held her close, his thumb stroking lazy circles as he whispered, "Sleep now, my dove—you're safe, cherished, mine in every way."
💖Their lips lingered in one final, lingering kiss, a seal of their bond, her moan a faint "Mmmph~…" as she melted into him, her body lax and pliant.
As sleep crept in, their bodies remained entwined, side by side, his cock still sheathed within her, a quiet intimacy that tethered them even in dreams.
💖Moda's hands stayed draped around his shoulders, her face nestled into the crook of his neck, while James's hand rested firmly on her ass, a protective claim even in repose.
The Flying Ark hummed softly, its rhythm lulling them into slumber, their breaths synchronizing as they drifted off, wrapped in each other's warmth, the night's passion fading into the serenity of their shared embrace.
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Time passed slowly after that. James deliberately delayed their return to Skypiea, savoring every extra minute he could spend in Moda's company.
Her devotion to him only deepened. To her, James was not merely a man — he was divine, the living embodiment of a god. After witnessing him grant her the miracle of reuniting with her parents, she pledged herself to him without hesitation, vowing to serve him for the rest of her life.
James, seeing the sincerity in her heart, couldn't bring himself to reject her. Though Moda possessed inner strength and resolve, she was still a lonely soul — a young woman who had long yearned for warmth and belonging.
So, with a calm smile, he accepted her loyalty and conferred upon her the title of Divine Concubine.
When he saw her expression light up with radiant joy, James knew he had made the right choice.
If I don't cherish such a kind and beautiful girl, he mused with a smirk, I'd deserve to be struck by lightning myself.
(Though as a lightning man, would that even count as punishment?)
At long last, James returned to Skypiea, with Moda nestled comfortably by his side.
His first destination was, naturally, the Divine Palace.
The moment he stepped through the gates, a chorus of angelic voices echoed through the marble halls.
"God-sama!"
The angel maids bowed gracefully, their wings fluttering in reverence.
James nodded in approval, smiling faintly. "Prepare some clothes for Moda," he instructed. "Keep some of her style — perhaps a headscarf with black and white cow-like patterns. And… make her a secretary's outfit suited for work. You know the kind I prefer."
"Yes, God-sama!" the angels replied in unison, bowing before rushing off.
Moda blinked, startled as several angels surrounded her with radiant smiles, carefully taking her measurements. Her face flushed crimson as they whispered and fussed over her.
James, watching the scene, raised a brow. Hmm… I didn't realize she had such a shapely figure. His eyes lingered for a moment before he chuckled inwardly. Not quite at Nami's level, but impressive nonetheless.
Moda caught his gaze and immediately turned scarlet, clutching at her clothes in embarrassment. She couldn't help but wonder if he disapproved of her.
A blush was the purest form of affection — and James, well aware of that, chuckled softly. He reached out, pulling her gently into his arms, and waved the angels away. Together, they walked toward the heart of the Divine Temple.
The Divine Palace had changed greatly since the early days.
As James's God Consorts and Divine Concubines grew in number, the original Divine Goddess Pavilion had long become insufficient. To remedy this, James had chosen an entire floating island for the Consorts alone — commissioning his Divine Construction Corps to build a majestic palace complex of breathtaking scale.
The construction speed of this extraordinary world was nothing short of miraculous; it hadn't taken long before the glittering palace was complete, surrounded by white clouds and radiant waterfalls. Each Consort now had her own courtyard, view, and garden — a private paradise befitting divine status.
The building James now approached was his own residence — the Divine Temple, center of the heavens.
As soon as he stepped inside with Moda, the quiet hall suddenly burst into excitement.
"Onii-chan! God-sama!"
Many voices rang out in unison, filled with laughter and joy.
Before he could respond, a group of beautiful young women came rushing toward him. They surrounded him and Moda from all sides, their arms wrapping around him, their voices full of delight.
The sweet scent of their perfume filled the air. James couldn't help but smile, his expression softening as he opened his arms and embraced them all warmly.
He had sensed their presence the moment he arrived — and this welcome was exactly what he'd expected.
"Mmm~ Brother! You're so naughty!" Nami teased playfully, though her tone betrayed how much she had missed him.
Vivi and Conis giggled nearby, their laughter soft and melodic.
"It's only been a few days," James said teasingly, "and you all missed me this much?"
His words hung in the air — but no one answered.
His Consorts only exchanged knowing smiles. If we admit it, he'll tease us even more later…
James laughed, pulling them close one by one, holding them tightly and kissing each in turn.
Nami's embrace was fiery and passionate; her body pressed against his as her voice melted into soft, rhythmic whispers of "Brother~ Brother~" near his ear.
Carina's charm was a different kind — elegant and seductive, her long hair cascading like liquid gold as she leaned against him. James found himself holding her just a little longer than the others.
Vivi wrapped her arms around his neck, her blue eyes glimmering with deep affection. Thanks to James's gift — the Sand-Sand Fruit she had obtained after his killing of Crocodile — her strength had grown immensely. She had been training diligently with Nami ever since.
Conis, petite and gentle, traced soft patterns on his chest with her fingertips. She didn't need to say a word; her quiet devotion spoke volumes. As his first Divine Concubine, she held a special place in his heart.
And then, there was Perona.
Dressed in her Gothic Lolita attire, she stood slightly apart — beautiful, composed, and still a little shy despite her usual arrogance. She had joined the Divine Palace not long ago but had already blended perfectly with Nami and the others.
When James's eyes met hers, she quickly looked away, pink rising to her cheeks. He stepped forward, took her hand, and drew her into his embrace.
"Stay with me today," he whispered softly against her ear.
"Mmm…" Perona nodded, her voice faint and her earlobes flushed pink.
After kissing her gently, James looked around. "Where are the others? Are they in the palace?"
"I was the first to notice your return," Nami said proudly, puffing her chest. "So I gathered everyone for a proper ambush."
James laughed. "You're getting cleverer by the day."
Nami grinned, continuing, "Robin was reading in your bedroom earlier. By now, she's probably drinking tea and chatting with Porche, Nojiko, Mikita, Marianne, Kaya, Makino, Kalifa, Jessica, and Cobalt in one of the other pavilions."
"And Hina, Tashigi, and Laki?"
"They're training the Divine Priestess Squad on Angel Island," Nami replied with a knowing smile.
James nodded. Robin's group were the tranquil types — scholars, thinkers, and lovers of peace — while Nami's circle tended toward playfulness and charm. Together, they made the Divine Palace feel alive.
Led by Nami and the others, James and Moda followed them to a lavish indoor pool inside the Divine Temple. Laughter echoed across the marble walls as the girls splashed and played, their joy infectious.
After a while, the angel maids returned, carrying several elegant outfits.
James gestured toward Moda, who had been playing in the water with the others. Her old clothes had been damaged from the journey to Skypiea and needed replacement.
Moda stared at the luxurious garments, unsure of what to do. Before she could choose, James pointed to a sleek, black-and-white professional suit — perfectly tailored and strikingly elegant.
"This one," he said.
The form-fitting design accentuated her natural curves, and the matching cow-patterned scarf gave her a charming touch of innocence. Moda blushed furiously as she realized how daring the outfit truly was.
"I should've just picked something plain…" she whispered under her breath as the angels helped her dress in the adjoining chamber.
When she finally stepped out, the transformation was breathtaking.
When Moda made her entrance, her outfit, which hugged her breasts and showcased her perfectly shaped backside, captivated James right away.
Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders like sunlight, contrasting with the dark fabric.
James's gaze lingered on her — warm, approving, and laced with desire.
He smiled slowly. "Moda… that outfit suits you beautifully."
His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes.
His gaze ignited with desire, as he showered her with compliments about her outfit, fantasizing about the naughty fun they could share in that provocative dress.
Moda looked down shyly, her cheeks glowing pink. She didn't know whether to cover herself or to bask in his gaze — but the warmth in his smile told her one thing for certain:
The God of Skypiea was very pleased with her.
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