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James tilted Moda's chin upward and kissed her gently, lingering just long enough for color to bloom across her cheeks. When he finally eased back, he smiled toward her.
"Let's go," he said softly. "Change into a dignified Divine Concubine outfit. Let your parents see how well you're being treated here."
"Yes! God-sama, I will follow every word you say!" Moda replied earnestly, devotion shining in her eyes. Her sincerity was almost painfully pure.
James rose, taking her hand. Before leaving, he turned slightly toward the pool.
"Nami, for Asuka Island—confirm who wishes to go, make necessary preparations, and report back. We depart once everything is set."
His voice cut straight through the playful chaos between Nami and Carina.
"Got it~!" Nami responded instantly, abandoning the wrestling match with newfound seriousness.
Moda's secretary attire was then replaced with elegant ceremonial robes befitting a Divine Concubine—beautiful, refined, with a regal grace that suited her far more than she ever expected.
With her dressed properly, James brought her toward Upper Yard.
Upper Yard – Former Angel Island Palace
This area now served as the residential district for former Angel Islanders and Shandians. The old palace still stood, maintained daily by angel attendants.
Inside the main hall, Shura and the other Divine Officials already stood at attention, having escorted Moda's parents safely as instructed.
The moment James seated himself upon the throne—with Moda by his side—they dropped to one knee in perfect synchronization.
"Your Majesty's virtues tower like mountains!
Your thunder shakes the four seas!
Your benevolence enlightens the world!"
Their voices carried force, reverberating throughout the grand hall.
Moda's parents, Kyuji and Koda, stood a short distance away. Their faces lit with emotion upon seeing their daughter—but awe and intimidation kept them rooted in place.
James nodded once, then spoke simply.
"Moda. Go to them."
"Yes…" she murmured.
Although she had longed for this reunion, now that it was happening, uncertainty crept into her heart.
Did they truly abandon me?
That fear flickered through her eyes—but only for a moment.
She took one hesitant step… then another.
And the moment her mother's arms opened, the final thread of doubt snapped.
Moda sprinted forward, crashing into her embrace. Koda clutched her daughter tightly; Kyuji stood behind them, shaking faintly as he struggled to swallow the emotions rising in his throat.
James, observing silently, read the truth clearly.
Their love for her was genuine.
So why had she been left alone?
The Truth Revealed
What unfolded next was both tragic and painfully human.
Moda's parents—kind-hearted but hopelessly naïve—had entrusted their daughter to a close neighbor before leaving to work at the G-2 Marine Base cafeteria.
They believed a friendly neighbor would protect her.
They were wrong.
After two months, the neighbor simply stopped caring.
As for the letters and living expenses?
Those had been handed to a Marine who claimed to travel to Lulusia regularly. After delivering them twice, the man forged Moda's handwriting and pocketed every Berry that followed.
A classic story—kind people taken advantage of by a cruel world.
Yet instead of breaking down… Moda exhaled in relief.
"They… never meant to abandon me…" she whispered, half to herself.
To her, that truth mattered more than any suffering she had endured and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster.
In her opinion, her parents not abandoning her was far more important than any material possessions!
James's expression turned calm, but his voice carried a cold edge:
"Which Marine was it?"
He did not need rage. Lightning answered to him regardless.
Kyuji flinched at the shift in pressure, stammering,
"H-He's already d-dead… I saw his head fall into the sea yesterday…"
Shura stepped forward. "Your Majesty, should we return and eradicate the rest of the base?"
James raised a hand. "No need."
Destroying was easy. Creation was hard, he may yet have another use for them later.
Instead, his gaze shifted to Shura.
"You did well."
Shura bowed his head. "Serving Your Majesty is my highest purpose."
James considered the gathered officials. Only a few of his consorts currently wielded meaningful combat strength. His subordinates needed to rise.
With a thought, white lightning crackled around his palm as he summoned Devil Fruits from storage, converting them into raw ability essences.
The officers knelt immediately, hearts pounding with reverence.
One by one, he granted them power:
Shura → Ancient Zoan: Spinosaurus FormSatori → Dog-Dog: Great Hound FormOhm → Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit (Speed Enhancement Lineage)Gedatsu → Ancient Zoan: Horse-Horse Fruit (Endurance Lineage)Wyper → Ancient Zoan: Vulture Form
"With these," James declared, "your loyalty is no longer merely heard. It shall be felt on the battlefield."
The Officials slammed fists to chest in unity.
"We vow our blades, our power, and our lives to Your Majesty!"
A New Life for Moda's Family
By James's arrangement, Kyuji and Koda were granted residence in Upper Yard, where they opened a small restaurant—safe, stable, and thriving.
Moda accompanied James back to the Divine Palace, overwhelmed not by sorrow, but gratitude.
She insisted on cooking for him that evening herself—awkward with seasoning, careful with every step so that he can enjoy her food.
In the high marble hall of the Divine Palace, night spilled through the glass walls like flowing indigo silk.
Clouds rolled below the balcony, veiling the ocean of skypea. Lamps of living lightning shimmered along the ceiling, shedding soft gold light over the great dining chamber. +
The scent of fresh-cooked rice, grilled skyfish, and sweet angel fruit drifted through the air.
Moda stood by the table, her yellow top catching every flicker of light, the gentle curve of her waist exposed where fabric ended above her navel. Her skirt brushed her knees when she moved, black stockings hugging her legs so that when she turned to set down another dish, the thin fabric glimmered faintly like ink-stained water.
James leaned back on the divine throne-like chair at the table's head, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the white of his shirt contrasting the faint bronze of his skin. His black jeans clung loosely to his form, casual yet carrying that impossible presence of a god at ease. He watched her intently, head tilted, eyes half-lidded with something more than hunger.
"You cooked all this yourself?" he asked, voice low, amused.
"Yes," she said, almost shyly. "For God-sama. For you."
He laughed quietly, deep and smooth. "Then how could I refuse?"
When she brought the first plate—spiced sky octopus and warm bread—he didn't reach for the utensils. Instead, he tapped his knee lightly. "Come sit here."
She hesitated, blinking, cheeks pinking, but obeyed. She sat at his side, and before she could straighten, his arm had already looped around her waist, pulling her close until her hip pressed against his thigh.
"Much better," he murmured, breath warm against her ear.
The fork trembled faintly in her hand. "You're teasing me again…"
"Am I?" He brushed his thumb against her bare waist where her top lifted when she breathed. "Just helping you steady your hand. You wouldn't want to drop that, would you?"
Her heart thudded beneath her ribs. She lifted a spoonful of the dish to his lips, holding her breath as he leaned forward.
He didn't take it all at once. Instead, he let his lips brush the edge of the spoon, his tongue barely grazing the metal before he drew the bite into his mouth. He chewed slowly, eyes never leaving hers.
"Mm. Delicious," he said. "Almost as sweet as the one who made it."
Her face flushed crimson. "James-sama…"
"Feed me more."
She obeyed, scooping up another bite, but as she moved the spoon toward him, he leaned in suddenly, catching her wrist midair. "You forgot your own share," he said, and instead of taking it himself, he guided the spoon to her mouth.
She blinked in surprise, but when she tasted it, he bent forward and kissed her before she could swallow, stealing the taste from her tongue.
"Mmh—James…"
He smiled against her lips. "I wanted to taste both."
His hand traced the curve of her waist, slow and teasing, drawing faint circles against her skin with his thumb while she trembled beside him. He murmured little things between bites—praise for her cooking, half-whispered flattery that made her breath hitch every time.
"You look divine in yellow," he said once, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. "But I almost wish you'd worn nothing at all. This light suits your skin too well."
"Y-you shouldn't say things like that while we're eating…"
"Why not? You're feeding a god, Moda. You think I follow mortal manners?"
She laughed softly, despite her blush. "You really don't, do you?"
"Never." He drew her closer, his fingers sliding along her side, the edge of her stocking brushing his knee as she shifted. "Now, another bite."
They fed each other like that—half-meal, half-game, every exchange interrupted by a smile, a kiss, or a hand wandering where propriety would forbid. The air between them grew thicker, scented with warmth, food, and quiet desire.
At one point, when she leaned forward to offer him another taste, his lips bypassed the spoon entirely, catching hers again instead, this time lingering longer. Her breath melted into his as she set the spoon down with a quiet clink.
"James…" she whispered, "the food's getting cold."
"Let it," he murmured, thumb gliding along her lower lip. "I'd rather have you warm."
Her laugh was breathless, muffled when he drew her into his arms fully, her back pressing against his chest. The palace windows reflected them in dim lightning glow—his white shirt stark against her yellow and black, his hand stroking lazy lines over her waist as if memorizing her shape.
Between kisses, they still tried to eat. She'd twist slightly in his arms, pick up another bite, offer it back over her shoulder, and he'd take it with that same teasing smirk, his breath ghosting against her neck afterward.
The room filled with quiet sounds—the soft clink of cutlery, the faint hum of cloud wind beyond the balcony, and the flutter of her breath each time he brushed his lips against her skin.
He whispered against her ear, "You know, Moda, the last time anyone cooked for me, the lightning storm outside lasted three hours."
"Was it that bad?" she teased.
"No. I just didn't want the night to end."
She smiled, leaning back against him. "Then maybe I should make storms every evening."
He laughed quietly, his breath hot against her collarbone. "Careful. I might take that as a promise."
She lifted another piece of fruit with a fork and turned her head slightly, offering it over her shoulder. He caught her wrist, kissed the inside of it first—light, slow—then took the fruit from her fingers instead of the fork.
The faint sound she made—half sigh, half giggle—seemed to echo around the quiet chamber.
Outside, the stars over Skypiea glittered brighter, framed by the drifting clouds that surrounded the palace balcony. The meal stretched on, not because there was much left to eat, but because neither wanted to stop.
When they finally leaned back, Moda resting her head against his shoulder, his fingers still traced idle patterns over the bare skin between her top and skirt, her heart fluttering with every movement.
"I'm glad your parents are safe," he said softly.
"So am I."
"Then tonight," he murmured, kissing the top of her head, "just be my Moda. No duties. No titles."
She turned to look at him, her eyes luminous under the lightning lamps. "Then… just James?"
He smiled. "Just James."
Their lips met again—slow, sure, tasting faintly of the meal they had shared, a mingling of sweetness and salt, of laughter and quiet gratitude.
And outside the Divine Palace, lightning rippled faintly through the clouds—not in anger or power this time, but in rhythm with their heartbeat, a god's calm pulse in the heavens.
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James's fingers danced along the hem of her yellow top, tracing the warm line where fabric met skin, his touch light enough to send shivers racing up her spine.
He leaned in closer, his breath a heated whisper against her collarbone as he murmured, "This has been teasing me all evening. Time to let it go."
Moda's eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and that endearing shyness flickering in her gaze, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she arched slightly into his hand, her body responding before her words could catch up. With a slow, deliberate tug, he lifted the garment over her head, revealing the delicate pink lace bra beneath—intricate patterns hugging her curves, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the flush spreading across her chest.
The air in the chamber seemed to thicken, charged like the lightning he commanded, as his eyes drank her in.
"Not fair if I'm the only one undressing," she whispered, her voice trembling with a playful edge, though her cheeks burned scarlet.
He chuckled, low and resonant, standing to shrug off his white shirt, the fabric whispering to the floor. His toned chest gleamed under the golden lamp glow, muscles shifting with effortless grace.
Then, with a casual flick, he unfastened his black jeans, letting them slide down his legs until he stepped free, clad only in snug boxers that outlined his growing arousal. The sight made her breath hitch, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
Before she could say another word, James scooped her up in his arms, one strong arm beneath her knees, the other cradling her back—a princess carry that made her feel weightless, cherished, and utterly his.
She gasped softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her across the marble floor, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat building between them.
The large king-sized bed awaited in the adjoining chamber, its silken sheets rumpled from earlier repose, framed by pillars that seemed to pulse with faint electric veins.
He lowered her onto the bed with great care, following her down until his body hovered over hers, their faces inches apart.
"My Moda," he breathed, before capturing her lips in a kiss that started tender but ignited into passion—tongues tangling, breaths mingling in a desperate rhythm.
She moaned into his mouth, a soft "Mmm~..." that vibrated against him, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.
His hands roamed, sliding down her sides to the waistband of her skirt.
With a swift motion, he tugged it free, revealing matching pink lace panties that clung to her hips, the fabric already damp with her desire.
💖She squirmed beneath him, her stockings whispering against the sheets as she parted her legs slightly, inviting more.
James broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw, her neck, nipping gently at her pulse point until she whimpered, "Ah... James..."
He reached behind her, fingers deftly unclasping her bra, peeling it away to expose her large, full breasts—soft peaks crowned with hardened nipples that begged for attention.
The cool air of the palace kissed her skin, making her gasp, but his mouth was there in an instant, warm and insistent.
💖He latched onto one breast, sucking deeply, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his hand cupped the other, thumb flicking over its twin.
Moda arched off the bed, her moans spilling freely now—"Oh... yes... mmmph~..."—her body writhing in waves of pleasure.
She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to spur him on, her hips bucking instinctively against his thigh.
Switching sides, he lavished the other breast with equal fervor, licking broad strokes across the underside before teasing the nipple with light grazes of his teeth.
"Nngh~... James... that feels... ahh~!" Her voice cracked on a higher note, her breaths coming in ragged pants as ecstasy built, coiling tight in her core.
He hummed against her skin, the vibration sending jolts straight through her, making her thighs clench around him.
💖He didn't rush, savoring every sound she made, every twist of her form beneath his. His free hand slipped lower, tracing the edge of her panties, but he held back, focusing on her chest—sucking harder now, pulling a throaty "Aaaah~..." from her lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him, lost in the haze of sensation.
James's mouth left her breast with a wet pop, the cool air rushing over her slick nipple and making her whimper.
💖He didn't give her time to cool; his lips were already moving, slow, deliberate kisses trailing down the center of her chest, pausing to swirl his tongue into her navel until she squirmed and let out a breathy "Anh~… James…"
Lower still.
Each kiss pressed warm and open-mouthed against her trembling stomach, the faint scrape of his stubble sending sparks across her skin.
Moda's fingers twisted in the sheets, thighs already parting wider on instinct, her stockings sliding silk-smooth against the bed.
He reached the lace edge of her panties and paused, letting his breath ghost over the damp fabric. The heat of it made her hips jerk upward with a desperate "Nnh~… please…"
James smiled against her, wicked and adoring all at once.
He pressed a firm, lingering kiss right over the soaked center of her panties, lips molding to the shape of her through the lace.
Moda's back bowed off the mattress with a sharp cry—"AHH!"—the sound echoing off the marble walls like distant thunder.
"Perfect," he murmured, voice rough with want.
Hooking his fingers under the delicate waistband, he dragged the pink lace down her legs in one slow pull, letting it catch briefly on her stockings before tossing it aside.
There she was—bare, glistening, a neat triangle of soft blonde curls framing swollen pink folds already slick and shining for him.
James exhaled a low, reverent groan. "Look at you… my beautiful girl. This pretty little pussy was made for me to worship."
💖He dipped his head and placed the gentlest kiss directly on her clit, feather-light, just enough for her to feel the promise.
Moda's entire body jolted, a broken "J-James—!" spilling from her lips.
Then he feasted.
💖His tongue slid through her folds in one long, deliberate lick from entrance to clit, savoring her taste like the sweetest sky-nectar.
Moda's moan cracked the air—"Oh g-god… aaaah~~!"—her thighs trembling in his grip as he hooked his arms under them, spreading her wide and pinning her hips to the bed.
💖He licked again, slower, flattening his tongue to cover every inch, then circled her clit with teasing flicks that had her babbling.
"Mmmph~—yes—right there—nngh!" Each swirl drew another helpless sound: high-pitched keens, low throaty groans, breathless whimpers that rose and fell like music.
James hummed against her, the vibration ripping a sharp "Haaaaah!" from her throat.
💖He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked—gentle at first, then harder, rolling the sensitive bud against his tongue while she thrashed beneath him. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer as her hips tried to chase his mouth.
"James-sama—James—please don't stop—ah~! ah~! ah~!" The pleas tumbled out faster, pitch climbing with every expert stroke.
He slid one hand up to lace his fingers through hers, grounding her while his tongue plunged inside her, curling, thrusting, fucking her with wet, rhythmic licks until her walls fluttered wildly.
💖He returned to her clit, sucking in steady pulses, two fingers spreading her open so nothing escaped his mouth. Moda's moans turned into frantic sobs of pleasure—"I can't—oh god—I'm—aaaAAHH!"—her entire body seizing as the orgasm crashed over her.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
She came hard, thighs clamping around his head, back arched high off the bed, a rush of slick heat flooding his tongue. James didn't relent; he lapped her through every spasm, drinking her down, drawing out every last shudder until she collapsed boneless, chest heaving, tiny aftershock whimpers spilling from her lips—"Mmm… mmm~… haa~…"
Only then did he ease back, pressing one final soft kiss to her pulsing clit, making her twitch and giggle weakly through her daze.
He crawled up her body, gathering her trembling form against his chest, brushing damp blonde strands from her forehead.
"Beautiful," he whispered, voice husky, lips glistening with her. "Absolutely perfect."
Moda could only manage a sated, blissful sigh, burrowing into him as the lightning outside flickered in gentle, satisfied pulses—mirroring the lazy thrum of her heart against his.
James rose up on his knees, the lightning-lamps catching the sweat already beading along his shoulders.
Moda lay sprawled beneath him, thighs still quivering from the aftershocks, pink lace long forgotten on the marble floor.
💖Her chest rose and fell in shallow, dazed breaths, breasts flushed and glistening from his earlier worship.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting them from that last messy kiss.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxers and dragged them down in one slow, deliberate motion.
The fabric caught for a heartbeat on the thick length straining beneath, then sprang free.
His cock jutted heavy and proud—veined, flushed dark, the swollen crown already slick with pre-cum, curving slightly upward like it was reaching for her.
Moda's breath hitched audibly.
Even though she'd taken him just two nights ago, the sight stole the air from her lungs.
"J-James… it's… still so big…" Her voice cracked, a mix of awe and nervous hunger.
She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, then forced them apart again, offering herself like the devoted concubine she was. "God-sama… you'll split me open again…"
"That's the plan, my princess," he growled, voice rough with restraint.
💖He wrapped a fist around the base, giving himself one slow pump that made the head gleam brighter.
"Look how hard you make me. This cock remembers exactly how tight you are—how you milk me until I can't think straight."
A whimper escaped her. "Please~… I need it…"
James crawled forward, settling between her spread legs.
He gripped her knees and shoved them wide—wider—until her stockings stretched taut and her slick folds parted obscenely, still twitching from her last climax.
The head of his cock nudged her entrance, sliding through her wetness, coating himself in the mess he'd already made of her.
"Eyes on me," he commanded, voice low and possessive. Moda's teary gaze locked onto his, pupils blown wide. "Good girl."
Then he 💕 THRUST! 💕.
One brutal snap of his hips buried half his length in a single stroke.
💖Moda's back bowed off the bed with a strangled scream—"AAAAHHH!"—her walls clamping down like a velvet vice.
The stretch burned so perfectly her vision whited out for a second, toes curling in her stockings.
"Fuck—still so goddamn tight," James hissed through clenched teeth.
He drew back slowly, watching his shaft emerge glossy with her juices, then slammed home to the root.
The loud, wet slap of his pelvis against hers echoed through the chamber like thunder.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"J-James—too deep—nnghaa!" Her cry dissolved into a broken moan as he set a punishing rhythm—hard, relentless thrusts that rocked the massive bed against the marble floor.
Each impact drove the air from her lungs in sharp, rhythmic gasps: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Skin slapped skin in a filthy, hypnotic tempo.
His heavy balls smacked against her ass with every stroke, the lewd sound mixing with the wet squelch of her pussy struggling to take him.
💖Moda's breasts bounced wildly, pink nipples tracing frantic arcs in the air. James growled at the sight and leaned down, crushing her beneath his full weight, forearms braced on either side of her head.
"Mine," he snarled against her lips, hips never slowing. "This pussy was made for my cock—say it."
"Y-yours—only yours—God-sama—AAAH~!" Another merciless thrust punched the words from her throat.
Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, legs digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper even as tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
He kissed her then—messy, devouring, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths as their tongues tangled.
💖She moaned straight into him, the sound vibrating down his throat: "Mmmph—mmph—haa—!" Every thrust pushed the noise out of her in wet, desperate bursts.
James shifted his angle, grinding against that spot inside her that made her see stars.
Moda's eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, only the whites visible for a heartbeat. "There—right there—don't stop—please—gonna—gonna—!"
Her first orgasm hit like lightning.
💖Her entire body seized, pussy spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. A flood of fresh slick gushed out, soaking his shaft, dripping down his balls, splattering the sheets beneath them. "C-CUMMING—JAMES—I'M CUMMING—AAAAAHHHHH!!!" The scream tore from her raw throat, echoing off the vaulted ceiling as her walls fluttered and milked him in rhythmic pulses.
James didn't slow.
If anything, he fucked her harder through it, hips slamming with bruising force. "That's one," he rasped, voice dark with lust. "Give me two more, My love. I'm nowhere near done."
Moda could only sob and nod, overwhelmed, tears streaking into her messy blonde hair.
He hooked his arms under her knees and folded her in half—legs spread impossibly wide, ankles by her ears—opening her completely.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The new angle let him bottom out with every stroke, the fat head of his cock kissing her cervix on each brutal thrust.
"Look at you," he praised between grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto her flushed breasts. "Taking every inch like my perfect little concubine. You feel that? Feel how deep I am? That's me owning you."
"Yes—yes—own me—break me—please—!" The words tumbled out between gasps, her voice hoarse. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails that only spurred him on.
💖The second climax built faster, coiling tight in her belly. James reached between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, ruthless circles. Moda's whole body went rigid.
"No—no—too much—gonna—gonna—JAMES—!!!"
She shattered again.
This orgasm was deeper, rolling through her like thunder.
Her pussy clamped down so hard James had to fight to keep moving, hips stuttering for a moment before he powered through.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Clear fluid squirted around his cock in messy spurts, soaking his abs, the sheets, everything. "FUCK—squirt for me, baby—drench your god—!" he roared, pounding her through every spasm until she was a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him.
"Two," he panted, slowing just enough to let her catch her breath—though his cock never stopped sliding in and out, slow and deep now, keeping her right on the edge.
Moda's legs shook uncontrollably in his grip, stockings laddered from the friction against his sides.
"Can't… can't take another…" she whimpered, voice wrecked, tears flowing freely.
"You can," James crooned, possessive and tender all at once. He released her legs, letting them fall open bonelessly, and braced himself above her again.
"You will. Because you're mine. And I want to feel you come apart one more time before I fill you up."
💖He started moving again—slower at first, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that dragged the ridge of his cockhead over every sensitive spot inside her.
Moda's moans turned into high, keening cries, her hands scrabbling at the sheets, twisting the silk into knots.
"James—James—James—!" His name became a chant, spilling from her lips with every breath.
He kissed her again, swallowing the sounds, tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock fucking her pussy.
Saliva dripped down her chin; she didn't care.
Nothing existed except the thick cock stretching her walls, the heavy weight of him pinning her down, the electric friction building again.
💖He sped up gradually—long, punishing strokes that ended with his pelvis slamming against her clit.
The bedframe groaned in protest. Moda's back arched so high only her shoulders and ass touched the mattress, breasts thrust upward, bouncing with every impact.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"Close—so close—please—don't stop—never stop—!"
"Come for me, Moda," he ordered, voice rough with impending release. "Come on my cock—milk me—now—!"
The third orgasm ripped through her like a storm.
Moda's scream was silent at first—mouth open wide, eyes rolling fully back, body locked in rictus pleasure. Then the sound exploded out of her: "AAAAAHHHH—JAMES—GOD—CUMMING—CUMMING SO HARD—!!!"
Her pussy convulsed in violent waves, squirting again in forceful jets that soaked them both. Her legs kicked helplessly, heels drumming against his back, every muscle trembling uncontrollably.
James buried himself to the hilt and let go.
"Fuck—take it—take every drop—!" he roared.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
His cock pulsed thick and heavy inside her, rope after rope of hot cum flooding her spasming channel.
He ground deep, hips jerking with each spurt, making sure she felt every inch as he claimed her completely.
Moda sobbed through the overstimulation, walls fluttering wildly, milking him for everything he had.
💖He came so much it overflowed immediately—thick white rivulets leaking around his buried shaft, running down her ass, pooling beneath her on the ruined sheets.
Still he thrust shallowly, pushing it deeper, marking her from the inside out.
Finally spent, he collapsed forward, catching his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her.
💖Moda went limp beneath him, chest heaving, tears and sweat mingling on her flushed cheeks. Her pussy twitched in tiny aftershocks around his softening cock, each flutter drawing a weak whimper from her swollen lips.
James pressed soft kisses to her temple, her eyelids, the corner of her mouth. "My perfect girl," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Look at you… full of me… leaking my cum like you were born for it."
Moda could only manage a shattered, blissful smile, arms wrapping weakly around his neck. "Yours… alwaysyours…"
He stayed inside her a long moment, letting their heartbeats sync, letting the mess seep deeper into the silk.
Only when the last drop had spilled did he ease out slowly, watching his cum follow in a slow, obscene trickle.
💖Moda shivered at the loss, thighs falling open, utterly spent. James gathered her close, pulling the soiled sheets over them both, her head tucked under his chin.
"Sleep, princess," he murmured, fingers combing through her sweaty hair. "Tomorrow you'll wake up still dripping with me. And we'll do it all again."
Moda's answer was a tiny, contented hum, already drifting into dreams where lightning tasted like his kisses and thunder sounded like her name on his lips.
The moon had climbed high over Skypiea when James rolled Moda onto her back again, the first round still dripping from her swollen folds.
💖Her thighs trembled; her voice was already hoarse from screaming. Cum streaked her inner legs in glossy white rivers, pooling beneath her ass on the ruined silk. James's cock—still half-hard, glistening with their mixed release—twitched at the sight.
"Again," he growled, voice gravel and thunder. "I'm nowhere near finished claiming you tonight."
Moda's answer was a broken, needy whimper—"Y-yes, God-sama… use me… break me…"—tears already leaking anew from the corners of her glazed eyes.
### 1. Missionary
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other shoving her knees to her chest until she was folded nearly in half.
💖Her stockings had torn at the thighs; the lace tops hung in tatters.
The head of his cock nudged her entrance—still gaping, still leaking—and he drove in with one savage thrust.
"AAAAHHH~—JAMES—TOO SOON—!"
The scream tore from her raw throat as he bottomed out, balls slapping her ass with a wet *thwack*.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He didn't give her time to adjust; he fucked her like a man possessed, hips pistoning so hard the headboard cracked against marble. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs in staccato cries:
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah—nngh~—!"
Her breasts jolted violently, nipples dragging across his sweat-slick chest.
James released her wrists only to grip her throat—light, possessive—tilting her tear-streaked face so she had to look at him while he wrecked her.
"Eyes on me while I ruin this perfect cunt."
Moda's pupils rolled back anyway, whites flashing, saliva bubbling at the corners of her parted lips. "C-can't—too much—gonna—gonna—!"
💖He angled his hips, grinding against her front wall until her fourth orgasm detonated. Her pussy spasmed so hard it forced a fresh gush of their mixed fluids out around his shaft, squirting in messy arcs that soaked his abs and the sheets.
"Fuck—milk me, Moda—!"
He slammed deep and unloaded again, thick ropes painting her insides white.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
The overflow was obscene—every withdrawal dragged strings of cum that snapped and splattered her thighs. Moda sobbed through the climax, body convulsing, heels drumming helplessly against his back.
He stayed buried, grinding lazily, letting her feel every pulse.
"That's four for you, one more load for me. We're just getting started."
### 2. Doggy
James pulled out with a filthy wet sound, cum pouring from her gaping hole in a thick river.
He flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing, yanking her hips up until she was on all fours—face pressed into the soaked pillow, ass high, back arched in instinctive submission.
"Look at this mess," he praised, spreading her cheeks wide. Her pussy lips were puffy, flushed dark pink, twitching and drooling his seed.
💖He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Who owns this?"
"Y-you—God-sama—only you—!"
He fed his cock back in with one brutal shove.
💖Moda's arms gave out instantly; she collapsed onto her elbows, face mashed into the mattress, muffled screams vibrating through the pillow: "Mmmph~—mmph~—AAAHH—!"
James gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her like an animal.
The angle was merciless—his cock dragged over her g-spot with every stroke, balls slapping her swollen clit in rapid 💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕. The bed rocked so violently the legs scraped grooves into the marble.
He reached forward, fisting her hair and yanking her head back until her spine bowed painfully. "Scream my name so all of Skypiea knows who's breeding you."
"JAMES—JAMES—JAMES—FUCK—BREED ME—PLEASE—!"
Her voice cracked on the last word as another orgasm tore through her.
💖Her pussy clamped down so hard James had to fight to keep moving, hips stuttering.
"Fuck...."
He roared and slammed deep, flooding her again—hot, endless pulses that overflowed instantly, running in thick streams down her trembling thighs.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
He didn't pull out. Instead he folded over her back, chest to spine, one arm banding under her breasts, the other snaking between her legs to rub her clit in vicious circles.
Moda thrashed, oversensitive, tears and drool soaking the sheets.
"Stay right there," he snarled into her ear. "I'm keeping you plugged until I'm ready for round three."
### 3. Spoon
Eventually he rolled them onto their sides, still buried inside her.
Moda's entire body shook with aftershocks; her legs were jelly, thighs slick with layers of cum.
James hooked her top leg over his hip, opening her wide, and began a slow, grinding rhythm—deep rolls that stirred his seed inside her like churning cream.
"Feel that?" he whispered, lips against her ear. "Feel how full you are? Every drop is mine, Moda."
Moda could only whine, high and broken—"H-haa… so full… leaking… everywhere…"
💖He slipped a hand between her legs, fingers spreading her folds so he could watch his cock slide in and out, coated white.
"Sensitive?"
"Too—too much—gonna—again—!"
💖He sped up, spooning her tight, one arm pinning her waist, the other tormenting her clit. The position was intimate, almost tender—except for the way he fucked her like he wanted to fuse them together.
Her sixth orgasm crept up slow and devastating, rolling through her in endless waves.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
She came with a silent scream, mouth open, drool spilling onto the pillow as her pussy fluttered and squirted weakly around him.
James followed seconds later, adding another load that pushed the excess out in messy spurts.
He held her through it, kissing the tears from her temple, murmuring filthy praise: "Good girl… taking every drop… my perfect cum-slut concubine…"
### 4. Cowgirl
James finally pulled out—Moda whimpered at the emptiness, cum pouring from her in a flood that soaked the mattress. He lay back against the headboard, cock jutting up like a challenge, slick and angry red.
"Ride me," he ordered. "Show me how grateful you are."
Moda crawled forward on shaking limbs, thighs trembling so badly she nearly collapsed.
💖Cum dripped from her pussy in long strings as she straddled him, knees sinking into the soaked sheets. She reached down with trembling fingers, guided his cock to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, agonizing slide.
"Ahh~!"
"Haa~~!"
💖Both of them groaned—her from the stretch, him from the heat.
She was so full of cum it squelched obscenely, excess bubbling out around his base the moment she bottomed out.
"Move," he commanded, hands gripping her ass.
Moda started slow—rolling, grinding, tears streaming as she forced her oversensitive body to please him.
💖But the angle hit her g-spot perfectly, and soon she was bouncing frantically, breasts jiggling, hair plastered to her sweaty face.
"James—James—James—!" Each downward slam punched a cry from her throat.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping arms around her waist and taking control—lifting and slamming her down while thrusting up to meet her.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The pace turned brutal; Moda's eyes rolled back completely, tongue lolling, drool dripping onto his chest.
"Gonna—gonna—cum—again—!"
She came with a wail, pussy gushing so hard it forced his cock out mid-thrust.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Clear fluid sprayed across his stomach in forceful jets. James growled, shoved back in, and unloaded again—painting her insides while she convulsed around him, milking him dry.
Moda collapsed forward, forehead against his shoulder, sobbing and shaking. Cum leaked in a steady stream from where they were still joined, pooling beneath them.
### 5. Lotus
James wasn't finished.
He maneuvered them until he sat cross-legged in the center of the ruined bed, Moda lifted and lowered into his lap facing him—lotus position, her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck.
Cum squished between them as he impaled her again, the new angle letting him grind against her cervix.
"Hold on to me," he murmured, voice softer now but no less possessive. "I want to feel you one last time."
💖Moda clung to him like a lifeline, nails digging into his shoulders, face buried in his neck.
He rocked them slowly at first—deep, rolling thrusts that stirred everything inside her into a frothy mess.
Every movement pushed more cum out; it dripped down his balls, soaked both their thighs, turned the silk sheets translucent.
"James… hurts… so good… love you… love you…" The words tumbled out between hiccupping sobs, her voice utterly wrecked.
💖He kissed her—slow, filthy, swallowing every moan.
One hand cupped her ass, controlling the pace; the other slipped between them to circle her clit with feather-light touches that made her jerk and whine.
💖The final climb was torture and heaven. Moda's whole body was one raw nerve; every grind sent sparks behind her eyes. Tears poured freely now, mixing with sweat and drool on his chest.
"Come with me," he whispered against her lips. "One more time, My Love. Fall apart on my cock while I fill you so full you'll taste me tomorrow."
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He sped up—short, brutal thrusts that never left her body, hips rolling in tight circles.
Moda's moans turned into continuous, broken keens—"Hn~—hn~—hn~—please—James—love—you—cumming—cumming~~~!"
Her last orgasm was cataclysmic.
💕 SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 💕
She seized up, every muscle locking, pussy spasming so violently it forced another gush of mixed fluids out around his cock.
"Modaaa...…."
James roared her name, burying himself to the root and unloading one final time 💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕 —thick, endless pulses that overflowed instantly, running in rivers down their joined thighs.
Moda went completely limp, held up only by his arms and the cock still pulsing inside her. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth; tears carved shiny tracks through the mess on her cheeks.
💖Her pussy twitched in tiny aftershocks, each one squeezing another weak spurt of cum from him.
James eased them down slowly, staying inside her as they collapsed sideways.
Cum poured out in a flood the moment gravity took over—pooling beneath her ass, soaking the mattress through to the frame.
Moda's legs wouldn't close; they trembled and twitched, stockings shredded, thighs streaked white.
💖He gathered her close, pressing soft kisses to her swollen lips, her closed eyelids, the tears on her temples. "My perfect girl," he whispered, voice raw. "Look at you… absolutely ruined… and still the most beautiful thing in any sky."
"Hnngh~"
Moda could only manage a shattered, blissful whimper, burrowing into his chest. Her pussy gave one final, weak flutter around him, pushing out another slow trickle of their combined release.
Outside, dawn finally bled pale gold across the clouds. The Divine Palace was silent except for their ragged breathing and the soft, wet sounds of cum still leaking from Moda's thoroughly claimed body.
James pulled the last dry corner of a sheet over them, keeping her impaled and full, and let sleep take them both—two bodies tangled in the wreckage of a night where a god worshipped his concubine until the heavens themselves ran out of thunder.
[R-18 SCENE END]
Afterward James and Moda, they indulged in passionate lovemaking for the next two days...
Just as he began to worry that Moda might be too exhausted, the fierce determination and love shining in her eyes stirred his heart, compelling him to instinctively shape her to fit his desires in bed and treasure her even more.
Third Day — Morning
Something warm brushed against his ankle.
More accurately—something tickled his toe.
James shifted awake, hazy sunlight slipping through palace curtains.
A pale forearm had sprouted from his calf.
Five graceful fingers curled slightly… then scribbled another teasing stroke along his foot.
A slow, amused sigh escaped him.
"Robin…" he murmured, already stretching a hand in her direction.
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