Interlude: Lady Kaya [pt. I]

Kaya woke to the warm sensation of semen slipping out of her pussy.

She blinked into the pale morning light, not entirely certain what had disturbed her until another slow trickle escaped and ran down the inside of her thigh. The curtains breathed gently beside the open window. Somewhere below, a gull complained, and the distant noise of the harbor carried up through the warm salt air.

The other side of the bed was empty. Last night's guest had left before dawn, though the hollow in his pillow and the lingering smell of sweat suggested that he had not been gone long. He had cum inside her twice during the night, once while holding her legs against his shoulders and again after they woke in the darkness and Kaya sleepily reached beneath the sheet to see whether his cock had recovered. The first hot release had made her cum with him. The second had drawn a smaller, sleepy shudder from her before they drifted apart again.

Apparently, he had left rather more behind than she realized.

How generous of him.

Kaya rolled onto her back and pressed two fingers against her opening. A cloudy thread collected between them, warm from her body despite the morning chill. Most of the man's semen had already soaked into the towel Elise had placed beneath her hips, but enough remained inside to make Kaya feel pleasantly full when she first woke.

That had become a familiar way to begin the day.

Only a few weeks earlier, Kaya had slept alone in this room beneath half a dozen blankets, with medicine upon the bedside table and Kuro deciding whether she possessed enough strength to walk in the garden.

Pirates changed that first.

Luffy and his companions exposed Kuro’s scheme, fought for a young woman they scarcely knew, and returned Kaya’s home and future to her. She had barely begun imagining what she might do with that future when another band of pirates arrived in their wake.

Tsujo and Captain Alvida were rivals of the crew that had saved her. One crew had battled to rescue her. The pirates who followed boasted, laughed, tore away her clothes, and seemed equally determined to leave an impression of their own.

Tsujo had succeeded most thoroughly.

He had looked almost too silly to be dangerous, with his ordinary young face, cheerful confidence, and the eager grin of someone who had stumbled into a fantasy and intended to enjoy every moment of it. Nothing about him prepared Kaya for the beautiful penis hidden inside his trousers. Even after all the men she had seen since, the memory of his cock could still make her stare in wonder. It had been outrageously long, overwhelmingly thick, and so heavy that watching him hold it almost seemed unreal.

That impossible pirate cock had been the first one inside her.

Kaya remembered its broad head pressing against her virgin opening and stretching it farther with every push. Her little pussy had been forced wider and wider until it seemed to become a mouth shaped around him. When Tsujo finally shoved through, the sheer fullness struck every part of her at once.

Her first penetration had caused her to experience the rarest of feminine delights: her one and only Big Dickgasm.

Pleasure exploded through Kaya only after Tsujo had buried nearly the whole of his magnificent cock inside her. Her pussy was already stretched around its tremendous thickness, and his head had reached a depth she had never imagined her body could contain. His hips hovered only a narrow distance above her spread thighs when the Big Dickgasm struck. Her sight vanished. Her body seized around him, and she screamed his name as her pussy convulsed along the enormous shaft. Tsujo pushed through those contractions, sinking the last short measure home until his hips pressed firmly against her. That final pressure drove the orgasm even deeper, leaving Kaya sobbing, shaking, and clutching him as though he were the only solid thing left in the world.

The memory still made her pussy tighten.

It also made her miss him.

Luffy had saved her from Kuro. Tsujo had transformed the life Luffy saved, although Kaya doubted either pirate had intended their rivalry to work quite that way. She missed Tsujo’s foolish grin, his shameless excitement, and the delighted way he had watched her discover what his cock could do. She wondered whether he thought about her while sailing from island to island. She hoped he did. If his ridiculous face appeared at the mansion door again, she suspected she would run into his arms before remembering that a lady ought to greet a returning pirate with greater dignity.

Now captains slept in her bed, sailors filled the guest rooms, and the eastern wing echoed each morning with women laughing, babies fussing, and Elise ordering everyone toward breakfast.

The change ought to have felt more alarming than it did.

Instead Kaya found herself lying contentedly in the damp patch while considering whether the man's second load had been larger than his first.

It probably had. He had certainly made more noise.

The first several nights after the lantern was relit had not been organized into tidy private appointments. Elise attempted to impose proper bookings immediately, complete with schedules, prices, preferred hostesses, and enough rules to keep drunken sailors from overturning the furniture. The visiting crews had other ideas. They arrived to find the Welcome House newly opened, the wine flowing, and nearly every woman in the mansion curious enough to join the celebration.

The result had been less like business and more like a succession of parties which happened to end with most of the guests naked.

One of the visiting crews had filled the dining room on the first evening. Someone produced a fiddle, Mirka danced upon the table, and Sophie lost her dress sometime between the second and third cask of wine. Kaya spent much of the night astride a laughing sailor upon a cushioned chair, her skirts bunched around her waist while he held one breast and watched her learn how to ride him. Beneath the same table, Mirka sucked another sailor whose boots kept striking the underside whenever her mouth reached the base of his cock.

Kaya's partner came inside her before supper was cleared away.

She stayed upon his lap afterward, drinking watered wine and feeling his semen slowly escape around his softening shaft while three other couples used the carpet. It had been messy, noisy, and impossible to reconcile with the quiet dining room of her childhood.

Kaya had enjoyed herself tremendously.

By the second week, Elise had forced the happy chaos into organized sex. The larger crew parties continued, but they now did so beneath the stern supervision of a woman who charged for broken chairs and knew exactly which sailor had purchased access to which floor.

There had been lessons as well. Elise insisted that enthusiasm was not a substitute for skill, though the older woman privately seemed delighted by how much instruction the reopened house required.

One afternoon, she brought Kaya into a bedroom and explained that some visiting sailors, Marines, and pirates would be women. Male guests also enjoyed watching two hostesses together, which meant the mistress of the Welcome House needed to know how to pleasure a woman as confidently as she pleased a man.

The reasoning was sensible. Its practical demonstration was still odd.

Elise had helped Kaya dress and bathe for years without touching her sexually. She had cared for Kaya through fevers, brushed her hair, and stood guard outside her bedroom whenever her illness left her too exhausted for company. Now she closed the door, unbuttoned Kaya's dress, and removed her underclothes as though placing her mistress naked upon a bed were simply another household responsibility.

Kaya noticed the change. Elise noticed Kaya noticing and merely arched one eyebrow.

"You cannot expect me to teach this while standing across the room, Lady Kaya."

"No," Kaya agreed after considering the obvious difficulty. "I suppose you cannot."

Elise laid her upon the bed and held both of Kaya's wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, she spread Kaya's folds and began rubbing her clit in slow, careful circles.

"You give people everything too quickly," Elise told her. "Stay still and let me decide when you receive something."

Whenever Kaya lifted her hips, Elise stopped. She waited with maddening patience until Kaya settled, then resumed just long enough to make her squirm again. Only after Kaya asked properly did Elise lower her mouth and lick her until she came.

Afterward, Elise reclined against the pillows, gathered her skirts around her waist, and spread her thick thighs.

"A woman often knows exactly how she wants to be touched," she said, taking Kaya gently but firmly by the hair. "Pay attention when she shows you."

Kaya obeyed.

She discovered that sex with women could be warm, soft, and playful. Elise's soft breasts felt lovely against her smaller ones, and Kaya enjoyed kissing her, touching her, and learning the taste of another pussy. She would happily do it again.

She still preferred men. Women did not have cocks, and cocks had very quickly become Kaya's favorite part of sex. She loved holding them, playing with them, and especially sucking them until their owners lost control. Most of all, she loved taking them inside her pussy, where they could fuck her properly and unload all that warm, life-making cum.

By the time the lesson ended, having sex with Elise no longer seemed especially strange.

Neither did sharing men with the other hostesses. During one of the first large crew parties, Kaya and Mirka began the evening astride a ship's navigator and quartermaster. The navigator had a long, narrow cock which slid into Kaya with almost no resistance. The quartermaster's was shorter but thick enough to make Mirka pause and breathe through the first several inches.

Halfway through, Mirka suggested that they trade.

Kaya had barely lowered herself over the quartermaster's broad head before her pussy stretched and a startled moan escaped her. Mirka laughed from the next chair because they had both discovered Kaya's preference. Later that same night, Kaya and Sophie ended up on their hands and knees beside one another across the parlor divan while two sailors fucked them from behind. The women kissed, squeezed each other's breasts, and reached under their bodies to rub one another's clits while Mirka offered loud criticism from the carpet.

Those had been good nights.

This morning, however, promised to be quieter. The Patient Fortune was not expected until the afternoon tide, giving Elise most of the day to restore order before the crew came up from the harbor for supper.

Kaya wiped herself with the towel, slipped from the bed, and crossed to the washstand. Her legs were no longer sore after every booking. The man from last night possessed a respectable cock, but he was ordinary enough that her body accepted him easily, even twice in one night. A little warm water was sufficient to clean what had leaked onto her thighs, though another small amount escaped when she bent to dry herself.

She smiled despite herself.

Her wardrobe had changed almost as much as the house. Bright hostess dresses now occupied the front, all low necklines, short skirts, and clever fastenings which could be opened without removing the entire garment. Kaya had worn them happily throughout the week. Several had been gifts from village seamstresses who appeared almost personally offended by the amount of fabric in her old clothes.

This morning, Kaya reached past them and selected one of her former dresses instead.

It was pale blue and painfully respectable. The collar covered her throat, the sleeves reached her wrists, and the hem fell nearly to her ankles. Before Tsujo arrived, Kaya had worn it often.

She did not dress quite so respectably underneath it.

Kaya put on a pink lace brassiere and matching panties which covered very little of her bottom. The lace cups framed her breasts prettily, and the thin fabric between her legs became damp almost as soon as she pulled it into place. Last night's guest had evidently left her body one more contribution.

Once every button was fastened, Kaya examined herself in the mirror. She looked much as she had before, a gentle young heiress in a chaste dress, with pale hair brushed neatly around her shoulders and nothing improper visible anywhere.

The deception amused her.

Lady Kaya could wear lace panties damp with a man's cum if she wished. She owned the house.

With that thought providing an unexpected amount of confidence, Kaya left her bedroom.

The mansion beyond was awake and recovering. Two sailors slept on opposite ends of a corridor settee, one still wearing his coat and the other wearing nothing at all. A maid stepped around them with a laundry basket without granting either man more than a passing glance. From the eastern wing came the babble of children eating breakfast beneath Lysa's supervision. The air smelled of soap, bread, spilled wine, and the persistent musk of too many bodies having spent the night indoors.

Kaya found Mirka and Sophie gathering glasses in the upper hall. Mirka's dress was buttoned incorrectly, while Sophie had managed to put on only one stocking.

Both women stopped when they saw Kaya and greeted her good morning.

“Oh, Lady Kaya,” Mirka said, surveying the high collar and modest hem. “That one looks rather plain after all those pretty new dresses, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Mirka,” Sophie admonished. “It’s cute. Lady Kaya looks lovely.”

Kaya smiled at them both. “I like the new dresses too. I simply felt like wearing this one today.”

Mirka circled her with playful suspicion and a hand on her breast. “But are you hiding something underneath it?”

Kaya felt herself blush, which rather spoiled any attempt at mystery.

Mirka brightened. "I knew it. What are you wearing?"

"You both have work to do."

"That means something pretty," Sophie decided, her own hand slipping up to cup her tit.

Elise emerged from the stairwell before either woman could investigate further. Unlike everyone else, she appeared completely composed. Her dark dress sat perfectly across her broad figure, her hair was pinned perfectly, and not a single button was out of place.

She gave the half-dressed hostesses one look.

“The glasses belong downstairs. Sophie’s second stocking is hanging from the chandelier in the receiving room, and Mirka,” she said, firmly grabbing one of her own breasts, “correct your dress before I spank that ass of yours raw once again.”

Mirka’s face lit up as she gave her own breast an eager squeeze. Instead of correcting her dress, she reached behind herself and gave the rumpled skirt an inviting little lift.

“Once again, Miss Elise?” she asked. “You keep saying that as if I didn’t spend all yesterday trying to think of something naughty enough to earn another.”

Sophie snorted. Kaya covered her smile. Elise’s expression didn’t change, but Mirka’s skirt dropped at once when the head maid took one deliberate step toward her.

The two women hurried away. Elise watched them disappear around the corner before turning her attention to Kaya.

Her eyes traveled from the modest hem to the high collar.

"An unusual choice."

"Mirka believes I am hiding something."

"Mirka believes every closed box contains either lingerie or cake." Elise stepped closer and adjusted a fold at Kaya's shoulder. Her fingers paused against the fabric covering one lace strap. "Pink?"

Kaya's blush deepened. "Yes."

“Good. The contrast will be charming when someone undresses you.”

There were times when Kaya still expected Elise to object to what the house had become. Instead, the older woman had proven most offended by poor scheduling and visible panty lines.

It was reassuring, in its way.

"Breakfast is waiting," Elise continued. "Yesterday's accounts are settled, the harbor runner says the Patient Fortune will make harbor with the afternoon tide, and a delivery bird arrived for you."

Kaya forgot about the dampness between her legs. "For me?"

"Unless another Kaya has begun receiving letters addressed to the mistress of the Welcome House."

The Small Bird Delivery coo waited in the breakfast room beside a bowl of seed. A leather satchel hung beneath one wing, and a tiny blue cap sat crookedly upon its head. The moment Kaya entered, it abandoned the seed, hopped across the table, and held out one leg with the grave importance of a royal messenger.

A folded letter had been tied there with red string.

The writing upon the front slanted upward in a way Kaya recognized immediately.

LADY KAYA
THE WELCOME HOUSE
SYRUP VILLAGE

Below that, Usopp had added:

PRIVATE CORRESPONDENCE FOR THE MISTRESS ONLY

Kaya untied the letter and unfolded three sheets which had been filled on both sides. The first line confirmed that Usopp had not changed in the slightest.

Kaya,
I read your letter.
Then I read it again because the first time I reached the part about the pirates, I thought I had skipped a page.

Her smile grew as she read. Usopp demanded to know how she could casually mention an orgy with the Buggy Pirates and then proceed directly to nursery curtains. He asked whether she was safe, assured her that Great Captain Usopp could turn his eight thousand armed followers around if anyone had forced her, and mentioned that the number of followers had recently increased.

Elise calmly buttered a piece of toast while Kaya continued.

Usopp reported that the Straw Hats had survived the Baratie, destroyed Arlong's empire, and attended a celebration where thirty women kissed him and made several indecent offers. Nami apparently claimed that the women had merely been offering additional food. Usopp considered Nami an unreliable witness.

Then came Mirror Ball Island.

I became the central figure in an orgy involving eight thousand women. Possibly nine thousand. Nobody remembers everything, but the next morning half the island was naked and my trousers were hanging from a fountain, so the evidence supports me.

Kaya covered her mouth, but the laugh escaped anyway.

Usopp's larger complaint concerned Mirror Ball's business practices. Women had been having sex in the streets without charging for rooms, drinks, or apparently anything else. He had defended the Welcome House's reputation, which led Sanji to accuse him of sounding like a pimp.

Usopp had chosen to interpret that as recognition.

Kaya read on.

The letter became more interested in Tsujo after that. Usopp objected that Kaya's description of him as much, much bigger had not provided adequate information. He wanted to know whether Tsujo was longer than her forearm, whether she had needed both hands for his cock or his balls, whether he had truly filled her more than once, and whether Kaya enjoyed feeling him cum inside.

Then Usopp admitted why he wanted to know.

I jerked off while reading that part.
Twice.

Kaya's hands rose to her breasts. She squeezed them through the blue fabric before remembering that Elise was sitting across from her.

Elise merely sipped her tea.

I thought I would only be jealous. I am jealous, obviously. I am incredibly jealous. But imagining you doing everything you wrote made me so hard I had to hide in the hold before Nami saw and became overwhelmed with unbridled womanly arousal and tried to steal me away from you

Near the end, the boasting faded.

Tell me what the Welcome House is like now. Tell me what you've learned and who else you've been with. Tell me whether you think that giant-dicked pirate put a baby in you.
And tell me you're happy.
I miss you.

P.S. We are sailing toward Loguetown. Send your answer quickly so the delivery bird can still find us.
P.P.S. Seriously, how large were his balls?

Kaya ignored the postscripts for the moment and touched the words I miss you with one fingertip.

"May I assume he is well?" Elise asked.

"He fought a fish-man assassin, pleased eight thousand women, and became a pimp."

"That does sound like Usopp."

"He also misses me."

Elise's expression softened. "That sounds like him too."

Kaya folded the letter, though she did not return it to its envelope. She wanted to keep it close for a while.

Usopp's penis had been the first one she had truly seen. She could not quite remember how their meetings at her window became sexual. He began visiting years earlier to tell stories and cheer her up after her parents died His stories had increasingly become naughty as they grew older, acquiring naked queens and grateful pirate women, while Kaya had discovered that touching herself beneath her nightdress made listening even more enjoyable.

She had shown him first.

One evening, Kaya pulled her nightdress above her waist, opened her legs, and allowed Usopp to see the fingers moving over her pussy. It had seemed astonishingly naughty at the time. Usopp stared until Kaya asked whether he intended to show her anything in return.

He nearly fell out of the tree while opening his trousers.

His cock had seemed so big! It suited him somehow, long and slender like his nose. Several inches projected beyond his fist as he stroked himself, the narrow shaft ending in a pink head that bobbed eagerly with every movement of his hand.

Kaya possessed considerably more experience now.

Usopp was longer than most of the men she had welcomed, with only a few surpassing him in that respect. His boasts suffered considerably more when it came to thickness. In the weeks since her debut, Kaya had not encountered a cock nearly so skinny. She imagined it would slip into her with almost no resistance, reaching a decent depth while asking very little of her pussy in the way of stretching.

Her first actual cock had been Tsujo's, overwhelmingly thick and wide. He forced her little virgin opening apart until it became a gaping mouth around him. Once he worked himself fully inside, Kaya's pussy had no choice but to wrap itself around his shape.

Tsujo had been delighted.

"Your pussy has to take the shape of my cock," he’d declared while looking down at what he had done to her.

Captain Buggy had been her second. The silly clown was not nearly as enormous, but his cock was still thick enough to stretch her thoroughly and make her feel stuffed. Since then, Kaya had taken slender cocks which simply slid inside. They could be pleasant. A thinner man could thrust quickly, reach deep, and make her come without spending several minutes forcing her open.

Even so, Kaya suspected she would always prefer the truly large, fat cocks. Tsujo had taught her pussy what it liked by making it take the shape of him.

That did not make Usopp unattractive. His body was simply Usopp's, and she had loved looking at it long before she possessed anything useful with which to compare it.

She also knew what his letter meant beneath all the questions.

During their old window games, Usopp's stories had become most confused whenever Kaya suggested that the women in them preferred another man. A giant pirate possessed seven wives whom Usopp claimed as his reward. Kaya proposed that the wives might still want the giant, and perhaps they would make Usopp watch while their enormous husband fucked them one after another.

Usopp attempted to rescue the tale. Great Captain Usopp was only observing the giant to learn his techniques. The women secretly preferred Usopp. The giant's cock was certainly not larger than his, except for a tiny difference caused by the ordinary scale of giants.

His fist moved faster with every correction.

Kaya continued until Usopp came across his stomach.

They had learned what he liked together. Usopp boasted, Kaya gently dismantled the boast, and the truth beneath it made him come harder than the lie.

The letter in her hands made Kaya wonder whether their game might continue even without the window between them.

If Usopp filled another page with absurd stories about all the women who desired him, she could answer with what was really happening at the Welcome House. She could tell him about the men she pleased, the cocks she took, and the loads which might even now be trying to make a baby inside her.

She could almost picture him reading it aboard the Going Merry, struggling to decide whether he felt jealous or proud before retreating below decks to think about it privately.

The thought made Kaya smile.

She tucked the letter beneath the front of her dress, where it rested securely against her lace brassiere.

"I shall answer him tonight," she decided.

"Before or after tonight's bookings?" Elise asked.

Kaya hesitated. "Perhaps tomorrow morning."

Elise nodded. "More accurate information that way."

There was no judgment in her voice. Only practical consideration.

Kaya finished breakfast, paid the delivery coo, and stepped outside shortly before midday.