Seeing Darian staring blankly down at her exposed, pristine garden, Vivi, feeling extremely embarrassed by his hungry silence, reached out her trembling hand to block Darian's burning gaze.
"Mr. Darian! Please... please don't look at me like that."
Seeing Vivi's shy, desperate expression, Darian gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. He rubbed his throbbing, hard member against his stomach and let out a dark, appreciative chuckle. "Vivi, you are truly, incredibly beautiful!"
As he spoke, Darian bent down to completely cover her.
"D-Darian, you're a per—!"
Hmm!
Darian shut Vivi up before she could finish her sentence, silencing her accusation with another deep, demanding kiss.
Vivi's fair and smooth athletic body was like the finest, flawless white jade—a true gift from heaven. In Darian's opinion, she was absolutely perfect, and he was more than willing to spend his time savoring every tender, trembling inch of the Princess.
The tiny, pearl-like kisses trailed down from her jaw, grazing the ivory-white skin of her neck and her delicate collarbone, finally reaching the two proud, towering snow-capped peaks.
Vivi was only sixteen years old, but her body had fully blossomed, and Darian could no longer control his ravenous appetite for her.
With each hand climbing and claiming a snow-capped peak, Darian squeezed the heavy flesh together and leaned down to take a bite, savoring the delicious, sensitive taste of the two tight, pink cherries.
A young, sheltered royal girl was completely different from mature, battle-hardened pirate women like Mikita and Alvida. Her youthful innocence, her frantic blushing, and the sheer, unblemished softness of her skin made Darian quite fond of her. He wanted to ruin her perfectly.
Every place Darian kissed felt like a brand of fire was burning into her skin; every place his hands touched felt scorching hot.
When her two firm, plump cherries were completely enveloped in his mouth by soft lips, sucked forcefully, gently scraped by his teeth, and swept over by his rough tongue, the tingling sensation of absolute overstimulation made Vivi unable to suppress her reactions any longer. She hugged Darian's head tightly to her chest, tangling her fingers in his hair, and let out a loud, breathless moan.
Vivi was deeply grateful to Darian for saving her country, and she certainly thought his enhanced Human Path features made him incredibly handsome, but she intensely disliked his philandering, scumbag behavior.
At first, Vivi had used the excuse of "serving the country" to justify sneaking into his room to perform this act. But when Darian skillfully applied his experienced techniques to her untouched body, the gentle, demanding touches made it impossible for Vivi to maintain her stoic facade. It brought her unprecedented physical pleasure, and Vivi quickly succumbed to her own base desires.
Although Vivi was developed well beyond her years, she was still a girl who had never been touched, so Darian was surprisingly willing to spend more time comforting and preparing her than he normally would with his other captives.
After savoring the deliciousness of the cherries and the softness of the snow peaks for a long while...
Darian kissed Vivi's flushed cheek, then moved his hands down to gently pry open her long legs, which she instinctively tried to clench tightly together to protect herself.
Under Darian's watchful, encouraging gaze, Vivi slowly relaxed her thighs. Her long legs gradually parted into an inverted V-shape, revealing the lovely, flawless valley with its neat blue grass and the slick, babbling brook of her arousal.
The beautiful women in this Grand Line all seemed to possess logic-defying, endlessly long legs. As a princess who had been pampered and bathed in oils since childhood, Vivi's skin was even softer and more flawless than Nami's had been when they first met.
The world of *One Piece* was practically a paradise for leg fetishists, but Darian wasn't strictly a leg fetishist. Darian was a man who loved the entire feast, and right now, he wanted the main course.
Of course, not being exclusively a leg fetishist didn't stop Darian from deeply enjoying the beauty of her pale thighs. Not only were they incredibly soft to knead, but the skin felt indescribably tender to his calloused hands.
With her legs spread wide, her most private scenery was on full display. This was undoubtedly incredibly embarrassing for a girl raised with royal modesty, but Vivi had already surrendered herself to him. She covered her burning face with her forearms.
With his gaze fixed on the enchanting, pristine valley, Darian exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Absolutely beautiful."
Vivi possessed the delicate, fluttering "Pink Butterfly" shape, but the way the swollen pink petals contrasted with the neat blue grass in the valley was truly mesmerizing.
Hearing Darian's low, appreciative words, Vivi, who was somewhat dazed by the heat, suddenly tensed up—perhaps out of extreme shame or sheer, overwhelming excitement. As the "butterfly" fluttered its wings slightly with her rapid breathing, the clear, slick nectar slowly flowed out from the spring.
Having climbed the towering snow-capped mountains, traversed the flat plains of her stomach, and walked across the sparse blue grasslands, how could Darian, having finally arrived at the valley, possibly ignore the sweet spring?
Darian shifted lower, bent his head over her, and used his tongue to directly collect the sweet spring water.
It was indeed pure, authentic spring water—sweet, warm, and carrying the distinct, intoxicating scent of a highly aroused woman.
The warm, rough tongue swept across the butterfly's sensitive wings and continued upward. When his tongue swept over the small, hyper-sensitive red pearl hidden above the mountain spring, Vivi gasped sharply. Her long legs instantly clamped tightly around Darian's head, trapping him there.
There was no further path leading up into the valley, so Darian had no choice but to explore deeply downward.
The tongue is an excellent organ for collecting tastes and causing chaos. Darian's tongue moved downward, parting Vivi's swollen pink petals, and began to thrust directly into the tight entrance of the spring, relentlessly exploring its structure.
"Ah!"
Sensing Darian's invasive, impossibly intimate movements, Vivi couldn't help but shout out, throwing her arms back. She realized it was far too dangerous and pleasurable to let him go down into the valley, but she couldn't stop him.
As his tongue moved around, the uncultivated, virginal spring reacted violently. A massive amount of slick, clear moisture gushed out from her depths, soaking his face.
The scenery outside the valley was flawless, but the inner walls of the spring were incredibly tight, layered, and smooth.
Feeling that she was more than lubricated enough, Darian raised his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Feeling burning hot all over, he just wanted to dive in completely.
The stream was flowing freely, and Vivi was clearly physically ready, even if her mind was still spinning.
Feeling the intense oral stimulation cease, Vivi breathed a ragged sigh of relief. But when she opened her eyes and saw the dark, predatory look in Darian's eyes, she understood what was coming next.
The royal girl was incredibly delicate, so Darian had known he needed to put in a lot of effort to make the initial clearing of the river channel easier and less painful.
Looking into Darian's fiery eyes, Vivi felt a potent mix of fear, unease, and a strange sense of glorious relief; she was finally going to sacrifice her purity for the man who saved her country.
Of course, Vivi would never openly admit that Darian's technique was excellent and had already given her unprecedented, mind-melting pleasure.
Darian had no idea what complex political justifications Vivi was using to cope. Looking at Vivi's dazed, teary eyes, Darian teased her with a mischievous, dark grin. "Your Highness, are you satisfied with my royal service so far?"
"Mr. Darian, you... you're horrible!"
Vivi blushed furiously, turning her head away.
Darian silenced Vivi with another deep kiss, crawling back up her body. After a brief struggle of tongues, looking down at Vivi, who was panting heavily and whose breasts were heaving against his chest, Darian teased her again. "Vivi, you taste really good!"
Darian's crude words made Vivi's face darken with absolute mortification.
Just like with Darian earlier, Vivi, who had eagerly tasted Darian's "food," hadn't been so resistant to the act itself. But when it came to having a man tell her he was eating her food, Vivi's royal modesty couldn't stand the embarrassment.
"I'm about to begin," Darian said, his voice dropping an octave, losing its teasing edge. "It will hurt a little at first, Vivi. But you'll soon experience even greater joy than before. I promise."
As he spoke, Darian grabbed Vivi's slender waist, holding her firmly in place and giving her no chance to back out. He aligned himself and slowly pushed into the tight spring that was already prepared for him.
A soft, incredibly smooth and tight sensation enveloped Darian's mind. Apart from the slight, stubborn obstruction of that delicate layer of purity, Darian's spear moved like a dragon, breaking through the tight layers of folds and directly reaching the entrance to her deepest garden.
"Ouch! Ah! It hurts...!"
Feeling a massive, tearing surge of heat coursing through her body, and a searing pain shooting directly into her brain, Vivi couldn't help but scream and beg for mercy, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
Her long legs instantly wrapped tightly around Darian's waist, locking him in place.
The excruciating pain in her lower body brought fresh tears to Vivi's eyes. She realized with absolute finality that she was no longer the innocent girl she once was. She was his.
The still somewhat inexperienced Vivi was agonizingly tight, and Darian was a little uncomfortable being entangled so fiercely by her thrashing legs, but those layers of softness were boiling hot and incredibly slippery.
Seeing the tears of pain and overwhelming emotion in Vivi's beautiful eyes, Darian felt an indescribable, dark joy in his heart. He had won the ultimate prize. He had conquered the Princess of a massive kingdom, and she had come to him willingly.
He bent down and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of Vivi's eyes. Darian adjusted his grip on her hips, lifting Vivi's buttocks slightly to improve the angle, and began to truly enjoy his royal spoils.
A woman's first time is always painful, but if the man doesn't put in the effort to push past it, then the preparation is all for nothing.
Amidst a chaotic mix of pain and relief, facing Darian's relentless, deep onslaught, the pain slowly faded. The intense, rhythmic pleasure constantly overwhelmed Vivi's reason, and she quickly lost the ability to think about politics, rebellions, or Crocodile.
With each deep thrust, the originally narrow spring widened to accommodate his massive size, and the slick moisture flowed continuously. With the abundant flow, the friction became pure ecstasy.
Darian vigorously swung his hips, striking her deepest point again and again. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed loudly through the quiet hotel room.
"Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Darian! Ahhh!"
But a sheltered girl is a sheltered girl. Not long after Darian had fully established his brutal rhythm, the Princess let out a mournful, high-pitched cry of absolute surrender, and her spring water splashed everywhere as she climaxed violently around him.
"Your combat power is far too weak, Princess," Darian chuckled darkly, feeling her inner walls spasm and milk him.
Looking at Vivi, whose sexual stamina was far inferior to the seasoned Nami's, Darian showed absolutely no sign of stopping. He was just getting started.
He grabbed one of Vivi's long legs, pushing it down and forcing her to roll over onto her stomach. Even after turning Vivi over, Darian did not withdraw; he stayed buried deep inside her. The feeling of being tightly wrapped, rotated, and ground by her softness during the turn almost made Darian burst out.
Looking down at Vivi kneeling on the bed with her pert buttocks sticking up invitingly, Darian grabbed one of Vivi's wrists and pulled her upper body up, forcing her to arch her back.
Meanwhile, Darian's other hand mischievously grabbed the base of Vivi's long blue ponytail. He pulled her head back slightly, exposing her elegant neck, gripping the hair as if he were holding the reins of a beautiful, wild horse.
Seeing Vivi's ponytail bouncing earlier, Darian had wanted to do exactly this for a long time.
The Princess and the Knight. The Knight holding the Princess's ponytail, galloping freely across the blue grasslands of her home.
Amidst the loud sounds of passionate thrusting and slapping, even as Vivi cried out for mercy and completely lost her royal composure, Darian continued his relentless, dominant pounding into the night.
Vivi was a Princess, a beautiful girl, and with her blue ponytail gripped in his hand—all these elements combined made her incredibly, irresistibly alluring to a wanted, ambitious criminal like Darian.
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