Tsuru's fierce, unwavering loyalty was a balm to the soul of the conqueror. In her eyes, Jack saw not just a companion, but the sharpest blade in his future arsenal. Her agreement was not given with words, but with a slow, deliberate nod, a silent covenant sealed in the sweat and dust of the training yard.
Garp, on the other hand, vibrated with a barely contained, primal excitement. "Other worlds!" he boomed, slamming his now-empty water barrel onto the stone floor with enough force to make it crack. "With monsters and bastards with powers we've never seen?! Jack, you've just made my century!"
The raw energy in the air was palpable. It was the heady cocktail of ambition, power, and the unspoken, ever-present libido that fueled their world. The tension, the anticipation of the grand campaign to come, needed an outlet. It was the way of things. To build, one must first release.
Jack's gaze met Garp's, and a silent understanding passed between them. It was the look of two alpha predators, two pillars of this new world, acknowledging a shared desire. Tsuru saw it too. A subtle shift in their posture, a darkening of their eyes. She didn't flinch. She didn't hesitate. She simply stood, her expression one of serene acceptance, and began to unfasten the simple sash of her training uniform. The cloth fell away, revealing her body. She was not soft like the courtiers, but lean and toned, her muscles defined by years of rigorous training alongside Jack. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her vibrant pink hair, and between her legs, a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair the same shocking color stood out, a testament to her vitality.
She laid the uniform aside and knelt on the obsidian floor, assuming a position of offering. Her head was bowed, her back arched, presenting herself to them. It was an act of absolute trust and submission, not from weakness, but from the strength of knowing her place in their shared destiny.
Jack moved first. He was the heir, the initiator. His body, honed by years of Haki training, was a masterpiece of lean power. He knelt behind her, his hands tracing the curve of her spine. He could feel the slight tremor of anticipation in her muscles. He entered her in a single, smooth thrust. A soft gasp escaped Tsuru's lips, not of pain, but of fulfillment. He filled her completely, a perfect fit forged over years of intimacy. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deep, a claiming. Each stroke was a statement of ownership, a reinforcement of the bond between them. He wasn't just fucking her; he was imprinting his will, his future, onto her very soul.
After a dozen strokes, he paused, buried deep within her, and looked over his shoulder at Garp. The invitation was clear.
Garp needed no further prompting. He stripped off his own sweat-soaked shorts, his body a mountain of muscle and scars. His cock, thick and heavy, stood at attention, a testament to his own formidable virility. He moved to Tsuru's front, kneeling before her. He gently tilted her head up, his rough calloused thumb stroking her cheek. Tsuru opened her mouth obediently, her eyes locked on his.
As Garp slid his considerable length into her mouth, Jack resumed his rhythm from behind. They established a primal cadence, a seesaw of flesh and power. Garp's powerful hips drove forward, pushing her back onto Jack's thrust, who in turn drove her forward to meet Garp. The training yard, once a place of combat, was now the stage for their union. The sounds were not of battle, but of flesh slapping against flesh, of heavy breathing, of muffled moans of pleasure.
For Tsuru, it was a symphony of sensation. The feeling of being completely filled, sandwiched between the two most powerful men in her world, was intoxicating. But more than that, it was a ritual of communion. She could taste Garp's wild, untamed spirit, the pure, unadulterated joy of battle and freedom. And from behind, she could feel Jack's cold, calculated ambition, the focused weight of a destiny that spanned worlds. She was the bridge between them, the vessel that contained their combined might.
The pace quickened. Garp's hands tangled in her pink hair, holding her steady as his thrusts became more urgent. Jack's grip on her hips tightened, his own movements growing more forceful, more possessive. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, a crescendo of raw power.
Garp came first with a guttural roar, his body tensing as he spilled himself down her throat. Tsuru swallowed instinctively, her mind cataloging the taste—explosive, wild, like a lightning storm in a bottle. The sensation triggered her own climax, a silent, shuddering wave that rippled through her body, causing her muscles to clench around Jack.
Feeling her convulse and tasting Garp's essence on the air was all it took. Jack drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he released. It was a silent, intense climax, a focused transfer of power and purpose. He poured his ambition into her, a promise of the worlds they would conquer.
They collapsed together in a heap of satisfied limbs, the three of them breathing heavily in the aftermath. The dynamic was settled. They were no longer just a prince, his protector, and his companion. They were a unit. A triumvirate of flesh and will, ready to carve their names into the fabric of reality.
***
Later, cleansed and dressed once more, they convened in Jack's private chambers. The Star Gate lay on a table between them, the smooth black stone seeming to drink the light of the room.
"The first world is the most important," Jack said, his finger tracing the cool surface of the Gate. "It's our test run. It must be weak enough to conquer quickly, but possess something of value. Something we can absorb to strengthen our base."
"The list you mentioned," Tsuru said, her voice steady. "You had an order."
"I did," Jack confirmed. "We start with the weakest. A world of walls and steam engines. *Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress*."
He placed his hand on the Star Gate. "The artifact connects to a world, but it's not instantaneous travel. It opens a stable, permanent gateway. But we can only open one at a time. The Gate to the next world will only activate once the current one has been pacified and integrated into the World Government."
He closed his eyes, focusing his will, his Haki, into the stone. He pushed his intent outward, searching for the reality he desired, the world of steam-powered trains and undead monsters. The stone began to hum, a low, resonant frequency that vibrated through the table and up their arms. A point of light appeared in the center of the stone, expanding rapidly into a shimmering, vertical portal of swirling, iridescent energy.
It was no bigger than a doorway, but through it, they could see a different world. They saw a dark, metallic interior, the narrow confines of what looked like a train car. The air that wafted through was thick with the smell of coal smoke, rust, and something else. Something coppery and wrong. The faint, groaning moan of the undead could be heard on the other side.
"By the seas…" Garp whispered, peering into the portal with wide-eyed wonder. "It really works."
Jack stood up, his expression grimly determined. "Garp, assemble a detachment of your most loyal and promising marines. Not the veterans, the young ones. The ones who are strong but hungry for a chance to prove themselves. We're going to be the vanguard."
He looked at Tsuru. "You will come with us. Your skills will be essential. We need to understand their society, their leaders, their weaknesses. You will be our diplomat and our spy."
Tsuru nodded, her hand already resting on the hilt of the short sword she wore at her hip. "And their leaders?"
Jack's smile was cold. "We will find them. And we will offer them a choice. They can join the World Government and prosper under my rule, or they can be erased. There is no third option."
He turned back to the portal. "We will not be sending an army through this yet. First, we go alone. We will scout, we will assess, and we will identify the key powers of this world. Once we have a target, we will return with the full might of the Marines, led by Garp, and we will break their walls."
He stepped towards the shimmering gate. "The conquest of all heavens begins now. Not with a bang, but with a single step into the dark." Without another word, he walked through the portal, disappearing into the world of Kabaneri. Garp grinned, cracked his knuckles, and followed suit. Tsuru took a deep breath, drew her sword, and stepped through after them, the portal shimmering and closing behind the three of them, leaving the silent chamber of Pangea Castle behind.