Boa Hancock's eyes snapped open in the dead of night. Her full breasts, heavy and swollen, strained against the delicate silk of her nightgown with each ragged, desperate breath she took. Once again, she had been violently ripped from her sleep.
A feverish heat consumed her, a fire simmering just beneath her skin. Her hardened nipples, sensitive and aching, pressed against the semi-transparent red fabric.
"Fuck…" she whispered into the oppressive darkness, her hands moving of their own volition to cup her huge tits.
Her slender fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them through the silk, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.
Her pussy was a sodden, throbbing mess, and her entire body felt like a furnace. A slick, hot dampness already stained the sheets beneath her.
"What is happening to me?" she gasped, the words a ragged confession. "First that wretched dream yesterday, and now this…"
The Empress vividly remembered the dream where Arlo had humiliated Antonieta. But this… this was different. This was a raw, visceral dream of an orgy.
It had been brief, yet the mere flash of depraved imagery had been enough to set her very soul ablaze with a hunger she had never known.
She had seen it all from Arlo's perspective. It made it difficult to see the man himself clearly, but she had seen it. Though she had never laid eyes on another man's cock, some primal instinct told her: his cock was a monstrous, veined thing, impossibly huge and intimidating.
"Would it even fit?" she wondered, her voice a husky whisper.
As if answering the question, a single, slender finger slid inside her drenched, aching slit. Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion instantly, greedily sucking her finger deeper inside.
But just that small thing was far from enough…
"Just what am I doing?!" Hancock bit her lower lip until she tasted the coppery tang of blood, the sharp pain acted as a fleeting anchor.. She was Boa Hancock, Empress of Amazon Lily. She would never debase herself with such a filthy, common act.
With a Herculean effort, she drew a deep, shuddering breath and began to meditate, forcing the sinful desires from her body with the sheer, unyielding force of her will.
She began to meditate, forcing her body to cool down. It was a grueling battle, a war waged in the silence of her bedchamber that lasted nearly half an hour, but impressively, it worked. The inferno within her subsided to embers.
Exhausted, she lay back on the damp sheets and closed her eyes, seeking the solace of a dreamless sleep.
But the dream returned, fiercer and more vivid than before.
This time, there was no hazy transition. She was plunged directly into the heart of the debauchery, still seeing through Arlo's eyes. The scene was a tangle of glistening, sweat-sheened limbs and wanton moans.
Ten female slaves, each more curvaceous and eager than the last, surrounded him. Their hands, their mouths, their dripping wet pussies.
And by the state of the room, she could guess they had been fucking for a very long time.
Boa's breath hitched. Her body, which had just begun to cool, was set alight once more, burning with an intensity that made her previous state feel like a mild flush. The heat between her legs was unbearable, a pulsing, molten ache that demanded attention.
In the dream, a buxom blonde with bee-stung lips took the head of Arlo's cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with obscene reverence.
Boa's own lips parted in a silent gasp; she could almost feel the wet, hot pressure of that mouth. Another slave, a lithe redhead, guided the thick, veiny shaft towards her dripping entrance, rubbing the swollen tip against her swollen clit, making her buck and whimper.
"More… take all of it," Arlo's voice echoed in the dream.
Boa's hands flew to her own breasts, no longer gentle or curious, but frantic and demanding. She groped herself brutally, her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples as if she could milk the pleasure from them.
Her back arched off the bed, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat. The thin fabric of her nightgown was a maddening barrier. She needed to feel.
With a savage rip, she tore her clothes open, her magnificent breasts spilling free. The cool night air on her feverish skin was a shock, but it did nothing to quell the fire.
At the same time, her other hand dove between her legs, two fingers plunging into her sopping wet pussy without hesitation.
'Gods, it's so deep…' she thought, her mind unraveling as her fingers mimicked the thrusting she witnessed in the dream.
She watched as Arlo took the redhead, slamming into her with a force that was both brutal and mesmerizing. The slave screamed, not in pain, but in ecstatic surrender, her nails digging into his back.
Boa's own hips began to move in a frantic, rhythmic counterpoint to the dream, fucking herself on her own hand, her fingers curling to find that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
"N-no… I despise him…" she choked out, even as her body betrayed her with every squelching thrust of her fingers.
Her thighs were slick with her own juices, the scent of her arousal thick and musky in the air. She was a writhing, desperate mess, her imperial composure utterly shattered.
She was no longer just watching the orgy; she was feeling it. She felt the phantom weight of a breast in his hand, the slick, tight heat of a pussy squeezing his cock, the eager, lapping tongue of a slave on his skin. Each sensation was mirrored on her own body with shocking clarity, amplified by her own frantic touch.
Just how long was this dream? It felt eternal, a hellish heaven designed to break her.
And as a fourth slave mounted him, riding his massive length with wild abandon, Boa Hancock felt her resistance crumble completely.
A second, more powerful orgasm began to coil deep within her, and an inevitable tsunami of pleasure shattered her completely.
And for the first time in her life, she let out a loud moan that escaped her lips as her whole world trembled.
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Meanwhile, Sengoku was having a headache because of Saint Varnel, who had just decided to come to Sabaody.
He would take part in the auction on the island, which in itself caused a little bit of trouble, as security needed to be reinforced.
But this was just the usual stuff. The problem was that he, for some reason, planned to travel to the north Blue.
Naturally, the god's night couldn't leave Mary Geoise, so the one making his protection would be Marines. And he was even demanding to choose which marine would be his protector on the trip.
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