Down Where It's Wetter (Part 4: Sharing Hobbies)

Cover Story: From The D*cks of the World Continued - Vol. 5

Maya was unsure why her husband kept insisting on trying to help her priestess duties. Their relationship had no need of strengthening, and as a swordsman Saga knew nothing of her work other than what he'd observed. It had even started a small fight between the two as she wondered if he believed her priestess duties to be her 'hobby' rather than a sacred task from her lineage. In truth, she was much more interested in hearing the latest Uta album than having to show Saga how to communicate with spirits. On the other side, Saga just wanted to make his wife happy. He'd spent so long under the spell of that cursed blade... inadvertently hurting her... that the idea he could try and help her hobby was an idea he leapt at. Only to make things worse by not understanding the music she shared with him.

In the end they agreed just to make themselves another child together and call it a day. No need to **** each other's hobby down their throats as Maya had little tolerance for swords or the dojo he ran. Their baby 'Rora' could be taken care of by her grandmother for a while. Saga and Maya were to make her a brother after all!

On the good ship Nostra Castello was a man and his wife.

Usually, even though they lived together and slept together, there was a lot of time they spent apart on the ship. He was busy plotting, running his mafia, or being a pirate, all while she took care of their child.

But today was different, today they were playing board games.

Bege and Chiffon had certainly been a lot more randy around the ship these last few days, sleeping together and flirting heavily much to their crew’s chagrin, but this was something they could all have fun with. The baby was asleep nearby and they’d whipped out the chess board for some nice casual fun. As was Bege’s favourite hobby before becoming too busy with the pirate life. Her favourite hobby was to take place afterwards, as she was promised some fun baking a cake with her husband before they went back to their bedroom together.

They weren’t the only ones of the worst generation to be enjoying some hobbyistic fun either.

Catarina Devon had been on an island with a casino with her captain the day that Natsuo said the normality, so she was treating Blackbeard to his favourite pastime while enjoying a lovely cherry pie he’d been saving. The casino staff daren’t not let the powerful emperor win, so the manager had let his lucky fruit user touch him for some easy wins on the slots. All before Catarina got to give him an invisible blowjob under his seat.

Kidd and Killer had no girlfriends to share their hobbies with, but as a crew of bros they’d all decided to help each other out with the low level commitment intimacy that they were missing. Kidd was showing off his music tastes to the crew while Killer was helping the chef cook a meal for everyone. It felt pretty nice to relax as friends after so many days on the sea together, but Kidd insisted that they find some women to bang on the next island. Killer didn’t really care either way. He’d have probably been happy if his captain wasn’t so adamantly straight, but alas is the life of a bisexual masked man.

While they’d been nice to have around as a temporary replacement crew, Bonney had been **** to leave those that she’d bonded with, including the chef she thought she may have ‘dinged’ with, in order to continue looking for her father. Those real crew members she’d lost to the Marines two years ago were still in Impel Down, so while there was temptation to start anew without them it felt wrong to her to bring in such newbies into her world. They were sweet, cooked good food, but had no idea how far she would have to go to save Bartholomew Kuma. So tonight, in an underground bunker she’d forged for herself, she was playing Jenga solo.

Before Natsuo ever got the earrings, Mad Monk Urouge’s hobbies included ‘making love’. As the narrator I have no idea where he is right now… but I can for sure tell you his hobbies haven’t changed at all.

“It’s freezing out here, you don’t need to come with me.”

“Oh please, you can’t get rid of me that easily. You know what devil fruit I have, don’t you?”

Law did. Though the air was permanently crisp on this side of Punk Hazard, he’d never stopped going for his daily strolls. Something about the ever changing landscape of snow was fun to experience, and if he ever needed to feel warm the other side of the island wasn’t too hard to travel to.

Though his current travel companion probably would decline the offer to go there.

Monet wasn’t one for the lava side of the island. Many years ago she’d offered to guard Caesar for Doflamingo but ever since Punk Hazard became a two habitat **** plane it became both much easier and much harder to accomplish her goal. With the snow-snow fruit she basically couldn’t go to the side Akainu had once fought on. Meaning Brownbeard and his crew were their only real defensive option on that side when Vergo was away, though thankfully attacks had been next to nothing since Law arrived. Caesar was probably more of a threat to himself these days than anything else.

“I’m going to walk by the lake today,” her new captain stated. Not in a way that demanded her to follow, nor did it shunt her away either. Instead he tucked his hat over his eyes and began trudging through the snow.

She smiled, her long legs and claws easily able to keep up with the smaller man as she began to stay with him. It was a cloudy night, no stars in the sky, but enough overhead cover to not make it the coldest of settings. Snow slowly pittering to the ground, landing on Law’s pitch black coat as he stomped through the tundra. Monet had decided to tease him a little and wear an orange bikini, the cold hadn’t bothered her in a long time.

“Not going to take a route through the mountains then?” Monet asked after a few minutes of walking in silence.

Even with his perpetual frown he still managed to look unhappy at the suggestion, “Those two brothers annoy the shit out of me.”

“Hmm… finally something we relate to each other on.” she giggled, knowing exactly what Law meant.

After a few more minutes of silence at trudging in the frozen night landscape, Law was the one to start talking this time. Though as usual, it was all business, “How’re the kids doing?”

“They… seem to be growing more agitated.” The admittance was rather sour. Monet wasn’t proud of the role she’d taken to get them to this point, but perhaps her slowly reducing the dosage of their addictive gigantification **** would start them on a path to healing.

“We can’t take them off of the ****.” the cold side of Law had begun speaking, perhaps sensing her hesitation, “They’re not the goal. We have nowhere to put them, and it’d give away our plans to Caesar and Vergo. If we quit them off the ****, otherwise those giant children are going to rampage and ruin everything. You know it’s best to do it slowly. You can’t protect them.”

She frowned, “They’re my children, Law.”

“Kidnapped children that you were drugging for years.”

A painful blow that made her wince, “I… I didn’t know…”

“I’m sure you could put two and two together,” the surgeon was gruff, in a way that really cut the harpy in twain, “You were paid to watch the clown’s experiments. They’re in a lab. You weren't exactly feeding them happiness pills.”

Monet nodded, sighing so quietly it could have been covered by the falling snow of the tundra they trudged on, “I know… you probably think me silly, caring for their safety now. After... filling them with Caesar's medicine for so long… but I really did not know until it was too late, and when I tried to ween them off of it they'd get so mad Caesar found out instantly. After that I truly tried to just make my beautiful children as happy as I could…”

“Suprisingly, I get it. It’s easy to go along with the plans of maniacs when you can’t see the harm with your eyes,” Law rebutted, surprising the green haired harpy at the almost compassionate attitude he was giving, “The kids were fine, you were just giving them ‘candy’. It’s your horrible actions as a member of the Doflamingo pirates I can’t fully forgive.” Ah, there was the Trafalgar Law she knew.

“Still having trouble trusting me then?”

The man wasn’t even looking at her, gazing upon the massive lake they were approaching in the centre of Punk Hazard, “Obviously. Even with your crotch dinging at me, some loyalties run deeper than sex.”

“Keep speaking like that and you’ll hurt my feelings, Law. Who knows, maybe betray you if you bully me too much,” She sassed back, playful but also getting a little fed up about the constant mistrust of the last week with him.

“Then give me more reasons to trust you.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Oh, what would actually appease you, Law? A blood pact?”

“I’d like to know that if Doflamingo appeared here tomorrow and asked you to kill me that you wouldn’t say yes.”

That certainly crossed the line. Monet stopped in the snow, her body melding slightly into the frozen landscape as she hid how hurt she looked from the captain. Becoming pure white on a backdrop of white, threatening to abandon him with her logia powers in the middle of a snow storm.

Mostly because he had a point and they both knew it.

“You’re scared of Doflamingo, as am I.” Law had stopped but still spoke harshly and bluntly, “We’ve both done evil in his name out of fear of repercussions.”

She smiled at his usual strange attitude, perhaps these conversations about ethics were his real hobby, “Yet you still discuss your fears with me. Still allow me to be a part of your crew. Are you perhaps hoping that I’ll confess to my crimes out of the blue?”

“It’d be quicker.” He replied while looking over the lake, “Or maybe that strip poker game you insisted on playing with me made me realise you aren’t as good of a liar as I thought.”

She giggled again, “Ahh! The real truth! We came out here to have another game now, right?”

His nose was blue and his coat was covered in snow, yet Law had the faintest of smiles at the suggestion, “No. We came out here so I can secure you more as my crew mate if I can.”

Before she could ask what he meant a thin blue film emerged from his body to engulf the world around them. She’d obviously seen ‘room’ many times now, but she felt a little concerned since they were the only two things out here that he could possibly be using it on. It was often hard to tell where it began and ended when you were inside one of Law’s rooms, but especially in the dark tundra of a snowfall.

“Law?”

He thankfully didn’t go for his sword, he wasn’t even looking towards her, instead still staring at the chill lake ahead of them. With a flick of his wrist, he simply said ‘tact’ and suddenly… a brand new telescope appeared.

“I know that you like astrology,” He said almost sheepishly, tucking his frozen face more under his hat, “I know there’s places you want to travel to and see what secrets the skies hold, but Doflamingo has kept you from them. His leash is tight, but from what you’ve told me I’ve become more interested in the role that the stars play in all this too. If you stay with the Heart Pirates then I’ll try to let you continue your research.”

There was nothing she could do but giggle at the boy’s attitude, “Why Law, if I didn’t know any better than I’d say you were getting involved in my hobby? Are you trying to make me your official girlfriend already~?”

There was no rise, no counter to the tease, but the Surgeon of **** did something she wasn’t expecting. He looked her dead in the eyes, not glaring but incredible seriousness on his face. “I’m serious about only trying. I can’t promise your safety. Doflamingo will kill both of us for what we’re trying to do, and if not him then Kaidou. If there’s any chance of survival it’s with you trusting me unequivocally. Got it?”

She was a little flustered by his admittance and orders. Truthfully the idea of going against the young master Doflamingo was incredibly scary… he was a Warlord of the Sea, a ruler of Dressrosa, and from a Celestial Dragon family… he’d scooped up Monet and her sister at such a young age that it still felt unreal she was even talking about it.

But here she was. On the precipice of something new. Something dangerous. A feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time…

Hope.

“Oh captain, my captain.” She gave a weak but determined smile through her clear nerves. It was enough for Law, for now. There wasn’t anything else for him to do but keep his guard up, make contingency plans, and maybe even hope she was telling the truth.

They stayed out there by the lakefront for a long while. The angle wasn’t different enough from the lab to get a view that she hadn’t seen before, but the romantic snowy mood encouraged her to indulge in her passion at least until Law cutely sneezed.

“Snow’s picking up speed,” He said, looking to the sky, “We should probably head back.”

Monet’s wings wrapping around his body wasn’t something he was expecting. The warmth of her snowy wings was also an unexpected experience. Their quiet bond in the snowy landscape, letting her snuggle up to his body as an igloo slowly formed around them, the snow that had been landing on their bodies from the icy winds finally ceasing.

A snowy dome began to form around them, big enough to be an igloo, and easily protecting them from the snow. It wasn't the most comfortable spot but for some reason, a white lump in the middle of nowhere, it felt like the safest space for Monet. No one around, and no way that that man could somehow listen in on them.

“...Law, do you want to know why I asked you to give me these wings?”

He raised an eyebrow to the question, it was true he’d performed surgery on her body to make her arms and legs that of giant birds, but as he was doing it for the rest of the poisoned island he hadn’t questioned it at the time. “Initial theory was you were really into birds. Second theory was that you wanted it for astrology reasons and getting better views of the sky.”

“Neither…” Her smile was still rather weak as it wobbled at the sides, “And I think you know why I really wanted them...”

It was very obvious who she wanted to be free from. His reign of terror had hurt thousands, maybe millions. Doflamingo’s cruelty had taken the most important person in the world for Law, and yet he’d had to cage himself close to the man again just to get a chance to do any wounds himself. Law had also always wondered what running would feel like, what flying into the sky with wings to be free would be like, but he knew that freedom would never truly be found when the claws of that man still ebbed at his thoughts.

They shared a tender embrace in the igloo. Warming up slowly, much more intimate than the hardcore rutting they’d experienced back at the lab. Perhaps it was the cold environment, or the chance to finally open up with each other, but they were much more aware of each other this time around. Her wings pawing at his body, his tattooed hands peeling off her off-season bikini slowly enough to make her gasp. To an outside observer the harpy was claiming her prey, but inside they knew that she needed him far more. Promises of their future surging through each movement they made…

All until a samurai burst through the doorway.

“AH! I SEE I’VE INTERRUPTED SOMETHING SEXUAL! DO NOT GAZE UPON IT, MOMONOSUKE!”

Ryugu Palace was a wonderful place. The size was so vast that it could sit in its own bubble atop the main bubble surrdounding the island, and much bigger than Pappug's house as Brook pointed out. It was colourful, well kept, and the sunshine beaming down from above it reflected on the marble-coral columns and architecture beautifully. The royal family that lived there was a shining beacon of prosperity to all the residents of the land. If you were to ever visit Fishman Island then a viewing of the palace was an imperative experience, and an invitation to the insides of such a wonderful place would perhaps be a lifetime achievement.

Too bad that neither Zoro or Perona could see any of it as they were underneath the palace in prison.

“Oi,” Perona floated back through the wall, whispering to her boyfriend, “I think the rest of the people are here. Aren’t you finally going to escape now?”

“How many times do I gotta say I’ll leave when I’m ready?”

Zoro’s face received a swift kick from her bare foot. Its strength wasn’t enough to hurt him, but he certainly rolled his eye at her action. Currently the floating ghost princess was wearing a single wet t-shirt and bikini-bottom combo. The black cyber panda design was harder to get a good see-through look of her breasts, but the size of the mammaries underneath were still nice to look at with how the black cloth clung to it. Plus, Zoro was more of an ass man, and having her float around with just pink striped panties on was a nice thing to look at compared to the grey concrete-coral walls they were surrounded by.

“But they arrested you for no reason! And I’m bored! Stop being stubborn!”

“Your hobby was writing, wasn’t it?”

That threw the anger right out of her. She knew he could get lost but where had his mind taken him? The pink haired girl just blinked in confusion at the strange question done at the strangest time, “Uhh, buhh, y-yeah?”

“You got everything you need for that? Pens, paper, that lot?”

“...I mean, mostly? My paper is alright, I just left a bunch of my work back at Mihawk’s castle… and a bunch more at Thriller Bark… but I try and get-WHAT IS THIS?!” She barked suddenly, kicking him again and yelling, “Why you asking about NOW?! You’re in prison, dammit!”

“No point not asking either,” Zoro shrugged, lying down on the small uncomfortable bench, eyes still closed as he seemingly enjoyed the peace of a cell, “Whatever is happening is weird, but I don’t want to go to war with Fishman Island for what could be a mistake. This place goes through enough shit as it is.”

She once more blinked in surprise, “That… actually makes sense. Hang on, I thought you were a dumb muscle head who only trains all day!”

“Is that how you wrote me in your stories?” He smirked, though a vein bulge in his forehead showed he was a little miffed by the insinuation. “Tell me, was any of it facts or was it all just guy-on-guy fiction?”

Deciding that the strangely talkative Zoro was a nice change of pace for once, Perona floated down to sit on the grey floor of the cell. “Um, well kinda both. I used real events to then make up the fun smut… l-like when you and Mihawk went for the ‘super long’ training/camping weekend in the woods.”

“Hah, yeah. That was fun,” He laughed, a reminiscing smirk on his face, “Well, the facts were: all we did was fight those damn monkeys, and Mihawk is lousy at bandaging. What I wouldn’t have done to have you or Chopper there to stop my shitty body from nearly bleeding out constantly.”

She grimaced a little at his admittance, “You’re such a freak…”

The man exhaled again, “Yeah. And what was the fiction?”

“...you and him. Together. No fighting just raw anal-”

“Nevermind.” He quickly waved it off, turning over on the bench to rest facing away from Perona, “Still too weird to imagine. Mihawk is the man I want to surpass, not the man I want to…” A grossed out shudder passed through him. It was clear Zoro was actually trying his hardest to engage with Perona’s hobby here, which made her a little weirded out he was trying at all. She frowned, pouted, and blushed, all in the span of about a minute.

Perona just felt a little conflicted since neither she nor Zoro had ever officially said the words ‘girlfriend’, ‘boyfriend’, or l-l-loooo~… the other one. So to be trying to help her hobby certainly said something about where HIS mind was at, and it wasn’t that Perona’s mind was somewhere else, but she also felt a little nervous that she could be jumping the gun or reading the room wrong… she’d done it in the past… all those kids that got scared of how weird she was… and Zoro was ‘cool’ so was he just playing with her and using her for her body? Or was he actually interested in things other than training? Maybe he even actually l-liked her...

She was both getting upset with him, and getting rather aroused by the ideas in her head. Kicking or blowing him were the two options of the coin she could do to the green haired idiot.

“Gah! Prison sucks! Can we leave yet?!”

“No one can stop you from floating away.”

“I can’t just leave you here!” She barked from the floor, “You’re the one being weird about my writing! Quit it already!”

He finally opened his eye again to frown at her, “You’re damn noisy when you want to be. I was just wondering if you needed me to steal some stupid paper from the palace when I escape.”

“Oh, so NOW you’re going to escape?!” She hissed, though it was clear his words were getting her worked up in both anger and embarrassment, “And I don’t need any paper! THANKS!”

Before he could ask what she did want, Perona left prison. Floating right out the ceiling away from her grumbling man.

“Well how the hell am I supposed to engage with her fuckin’ hobby then?” He sat up, tapping his foot against the prison floor in frustration, “If I don’t do anything then the shitty cook is gonna yell at me for being a bad boyfriend and I refuse to give him the satisfaction…”

Meanwhile, above the prison, a group of other Straw Hats were watching the King of Fishman Island getting yelled at by his subordinates.

“I know you wanted to retrieve them, but you have to be responsible sir! How could you have behaved like this without a thought for your position?!”

“Yes… I’ll be more careful next time…”

“Don’t you understand the fragile nature our nation is in right now?! You must notify us or the guards at least, and not sneak away like a child!”

King Neptune slumped even further into depression like a child being yelled at by their parent, “Sorry… I will do better next time…”

All while the group he’d picked up looked on with amusement and pity. Nami, Usopp, Marguerite, Brook, Pappug, and Luffy had been brought to the castle after King Neptune had tracked them down on his whale. During their brief fight with the Kraken on the way down to Fishman Island the group had inadvertently saved the pet shark of the King’s daughter. To thank them he was throwing the Straw Hats a feast, having ‘already picked up’ Zoro and Perona earlier. Obviously this left some feeling rather excited, so much so that while they were watching the Ministers of the Left and Right chew out their boss, no one was keeping an eye on a certain captain.

“I’m sad Camie couldn’t come,” Pappug sighed from Brook’s shoulder, “She always wanted to visit the palace.”

“Well, Chopper did say her health comes first.” Brook nodded, then chuckling into the teacup he was loudly slurping from, “Though Sanji-san will be a little upset that he ran off before getting an invite to meet the Mermaid Princess… snrk”

Nami was the first to notice as she looked around them, “Hey, where’s Luffy and Marguerite?”

“They were just here, can they not stand still for five minutes?” Usopp hissed in annoyance, “I really hope she’s not as bad as him…”

Pappug was pissed, having already been chewing out the crew for their lack of tact on the way here, “What are they thinking?! Running around the divine sanctuary?!”

Getting a little annoyed at the starfish, Nami rubbed herself a little onto her boyfriend, “Maybe we should follow our captain’s lead, find ourselves a corner of the palace, and work up an appetite before food?” She purred, causing Usopp and Pappug to go red in the face for completely different reasons.

As the group fought, and as the King was informed of the status of his sons, the two that had snuck away were eagerly hunting for food.

“You know, you didn’t have to follow me.”

“Yes I did!” The blonde in a wet tank-top insisted, “I must protect you always, and be by your side as much as I can…”

Her captain frowned at her own distressed frown, but ultimately shrugged. He didn’t exactly mind company, but he did mind not getting fed, so the two continued onwards. “Well, okay! I’m sure no one will mind us finding the food early since they’re throwing us the party!”

Marguerite nodded, “I’m not sure why they follow such a strangely large and hairy man anyway. He is the furthest possible thing from a beautiful woman like Hancock-sama, who is the perfect ruler.”

“I like his big beard! It reminds me of Dadan!” Luffy laughed. Before she could ask who that was though, Marguerite’s tracker nose suddenly sniffed something interesting.

“Ah! Luffy! I think I’ve found the source of the smell! This way!”

They quickly rushed down the large marble passageway of the palace, Luffy jumping in happiness at her skills, “Woo! You’re just like Chopper!”

“Y-you think I’m as cute as the adorable reindeer?!”

He didn’t answer, his belly was rumbling too hard. Sounds of sandals and heels really picking up the pace before they were soon approaching the front of a huge doorway. It had a single guard who was moving a huge empty cart out of the door.

The two were tucked around a corner, watching him exit the door that emanated all the food smells, as Marguerite grabbed her bow and started raising it up, “Would you like me to kill him?”

“What?! No!” Luffy’s jaw hung down low at her shocking statement, “What if he’s a chef! We can’t do that to the world!” He scolded, earning an ashamed pout from the blonde. “Look, he’s leaving. I bet that’s where Zoro is!”

As he led her towards the large doorway and opened it up, Marguerite grabbed the other side and tried to make herself useful once more. “U-um, I hope this counts as helping towards your hobby…”

“Hobby? What’s that?” He asked, sort of half concentrating on her as he entered the pitch black room and began licking his lips at the smells inside.

She followed quickly, “I-it’s sort of something you like doing a lot and want to do every day! I assumed that, um, eating m-meat was sort of your hobby.”

“Hmm,” Luffy’s voice was deeper in the room than she thought, and with how dark it was there was little way to tell where he was. “That makes sense. Though I also really like having sex with you every day too! Ha! This floor is all bouncy!”

Marguerite failed to notice that, as he’d just dropped a rather big bombshell of a confession on the young amazonian, “Y-you do?!”

“Sex…?”

Suddenly, a voice that was neither of the Straw Hats had emanated from further in the dark. Though Marguerite was ready to shoot her bow at the stranger, the flash of light and the shifting ground made it impossible. Both her and Luffy began tumbling to the now illuminated floor as the thing they were standing on sat up.

“W-who are you?! W-why are you stepping on me?!”

Both of them were greeted by a huge wall of woman looming over them. She was much, much taller than them. Her long pink hair flowing down behind her, a yellow bra with a beautiful raiment over her shoulders was all she wore, showing off a lovely amount of trampoline sized cleavage and a belly as tall as Luffy. Pink scaly tail, perhaps the length of the Thousand Sunny itself, was curled up defensively beneath her. As their eyes adjusted to the light and the mermaid sight, it was clear they had wandered into the giant mermaid’s bedroom, with a massive tray of food beside them.

“Woah! You’re a huge lady! I mean, mermaid!”

Marguerite was also shocked, still gripping her bow in surprise, “Amazing! A beautiful woman the size of Aphelandra! Is this the true ruler of the land?!”

“A-a weapon!” the large woman gasped at the snake in Marguerite’s hand, tears forming in her eyes as she glared down at them, “A-are you here to kill me too?! I’ll have you know… I’m not afraid of you! I am Shirahoshi, the daughter of King Neptune! I’M NOT AFRAID!!”

“Oi, I think she’s scared of snakes!” said Luffy, motioning to put it down but it was too late. The large woman instantly began wailing out, tears splashing around them as he grumbled at the noise, “Come on! We didn’t even do anything!”

The fun with my girlfriend and my new fishy friend ended up putting Camie straight back to sleep. She was handling my vigorous massaging well enough, but when Robin turned her attention to the green haired babe there was no stopping the oncoming 'Nico Storm'.

It started after Robin had pinned her down with extra arms making Camie’s hands far apart, licking her exposed cunt with her usual minxed smile. I was watching her work while my dick filled the mermaid’s throat, massaging my own cock through her neck felt amazing, and thanks to her improved fellatio skills I could keep my hook in her mouth while Robin just licked and lapped above her tail.

But when Camie’s moans filtered to a stop after her third consecutive orgasm from Robin’s multiple tongues, we ground to a halt. Extracting my cock from her throat, the busty mermaid had her eyes rolled back and saliva pouring from her smiling mouth. Twitching in happiness, it was clear she was in no state to continue. Cum smeared on her face and tits, ragged breathing, and a tail that so limply swished back and forth…

It was weird knowing out of all the things in my life ‘fuck a mermaid’ had been ticked off the bucket list.

“How cute she looks. It’s a good thing you gave her plenty of fluids, or else she may have dried out and died,” Robin giggled while we both slowly left the bed.

Even after her morbid thought I was still diamond hard. Nutting on Camie so many times hadn’t slowed my cock down at all, so I wasn’t surprised when Robin pushed me onto the pink chair in the room and elegantly sunk her pussy onto my cock. “Thanks.”

“No p-problem at all,” She had such an amazing poker face that it was so sexy when I broke through that facade even a little. I think she could feel my cock twitch inside her from just the little slip up she had, plus I wasn’t exactly subtle as my hands began to guide her up and down me. “Have you thought about any hobbies you’d like to partake in yet?”

Admittedly, it was sort of shunted to the back of my mind during the amazing mermaid sex. But then it hadn’t completely left my brain either, “Not really? Maybe something artistic to capture how fucking cute you are.”

Look, I may have felt a little embarrassed saying something lame like that, but she just gave the tiniest blush so flirting was allowed sometimes. Also the way she was jumping on top of me made her soft orbs of titty greatness bump into my chin a lot, just thought I’d add that for the record.

“Don’t think I’ve been much for the arts though. Massage counts as a hobby for now at least, right?”

“It can. Though at this rate you may as well just say sex is your true passion, considering how cunt meltingly amazing you can be at it.”

Damn, got me with the reverse flirt and dirty language combo. And caught me blushing because of it, her cocky little peck on my forehead really got me in the mood to thrust into her a little harder. If only cause of how much I love her.

“W-we do indulge in sex a fuck ton too.”

“Mmm, yesss…” She hissed, clearly losing a little concentration on the conversation while she bounced on my cock, “I’d love to indulge with you even more…” Her thirsty deep voice was making me go wild, “imagine a world where we could be rewarded for sharing the sinful thoughts and acting on those impulses.” her eyes were rolling back, and i was completely lost in the clapping of her cheeks against my thighs, “Nnn, Natsuooo… fffuckkkk…”

Woah, I don’t know if she really has figured out how my earrings worked to suggest something, or maybe it was a simple errant thought, but either way her imagination is almost as pervy as mine!

“You trying to give me a hint here?” I asked, grinning up at her through the deep penetration, it was hard to talk but I wanted to get the words out, “Obviously it’s this world… cause it’s normal that when a couple shares their fetishes… and act on them together… then cocks grow extra hard and pussies get extra tight and wet!”

“Ahhh~ Ahhhh~ Y-you’re righttt!” She moaned, suddenly lunging forward towards me, “M-my apologies f-for being s-selfish, b-but please bite my neck!”

“Can do!”

I obviously didn’t bite too hard, nor did I aim for anywhere that could be considered a wind pipe, but I did end up digging my incisors into my girlfriend’s skin very lightly.

And hoo boy the dramatic normality shift that caused.

Robin’s pussy went from ‘leaking her own lube’ to ‘possibly wet herself’ instantaneously. I’m talking about a puddle between my thighs that flowed onto the carpet level of wet. The stoic archaeologist moaned into my bite and never had she felt so tight. Landing hard on my cock and pausing briefly, I could just feel the torrent of lady cum running down my crotch, even wetter than her t-shirt!

As she brought her hips back up, the process was so smooth and hot along my cock. I'd managed to alter her pussy once more but Robin already had such incredible control over her own body. She loved to grow new clits occasionally along the insides of her pussy walls, which may sound strange but trust me that when your cock hits one of these road bumps along a thrust and she squeaks in pleasure it feels so so so good. Her wetness, tightness, and constant orgasms as I began to clamp down on her was just the list of reasons I loved sex with her so much. We felt like two hungry feral animals just ravaging each other in perfect sync.

And after already being inside Camie’s mouth so recently I just couldn’t handle all the sudden changes, and after just a few frantic thrusts into her there was cum desperately shooting from my balls to fill her womb.

“NATSUO~!!!” Robin groaned while throwing her head back. The immense wetness on my legs increasing as my cum mixed with her juices and flooded the chair.

My orgasm flared my senses and punched my brain. So much softness, tightness, and unbearable heat that flooded my every thought process, digging my fingers into her body with a grip one would use on soap in the shower. It was the hottest and wettest orgasm we'd had, and not just because we'd recently fucked a mermaid, but because I indulged her kinky fetish. Her long scream of pleasure a testament to that idea and new normality.

It was an intense orgasm for both of us. My dick felt so confined while blasting jet after jet of cum inside her womb. If she hadn’t been pregnant already then the amount of cream I’d filled her with would have been enough for triplets. I know that isn’t how it works, shut up.

We ended it with her body draped over mine, and mine melting into the chair.

And only in my post nut clarity realising I’d done another big spell to affect the whole world again in a moment of passion.

Sorry, everyone. - Natsuo.

So for the record, all the women I'll be sexualising are over 18. Shirahoshi is 18, Rebecca is 18, Carrot, Baby 5, etc etc. I think Shirahoshi is the only one where that'll get messy with the timeline and prophecies etc. But then we can just say that Roger started his journey two years earlier or whatever.