A few hours later, or: The Classic One Piece Trope of Eating Food Before Shit Hits the Fan

"Does Natsuo need reassuring that I like his big dick?"

I leaned on the railing at front of the deck, the sultry voice of sexy times past still ringing in my ears. It was a few hours since my run in with Robin, she had happily helped me unload another fat nut on her panties to both our benefits. But after two loads and a few dozen girl-gasms we had both decided we needed a break. Even with the recharging kiss thing it's important to take stock and not overload the sexy too quickly. There was still a few days until Sabaody Archipelago and she was eager to get her hands back to work without distractions, but I wasn't worried about not spending time with her. We had time to get better acquainted with each other. Better to play things safe and seduce her slowly.

About an hour or two after we'd had fun I realised Robin was scratching herself whenever she thought I wasn't looking. With my monkey brain retreated I quickly realised the problem and added a normality about girls not feeling itchy or gross while wearing jizz covered underwear and only feeling warm and comfy whenever it touched them. It seemed to chill her out again. She was obviously an extremely nice person but I was painfully aware at how quickly she could snap me like a twig with her many hands if I ever pissed her off.

Hopefully I haven't stepped over any lines with any of the normalities...

"Whew lordy. Princess Vivi sure did end up looking pretty as a peach in her pictures, didn't she?" said Terracotta as she pressed down on the Den Den Mushi to change images. The scene in front of them changing from one of a happy princess greeting some dignitaries to one of her smelling a flower bouquet she received.

Igaram just sobbed, slamming his head repeatedly into his arms. "Why did we distribute the pictures so quickly?!"

"Oh pish posh Igaram. These are absolutely lovely, what are you whinging about?" She scolded her husband.

He slowly looked up with low angry eyes. Frustration dripping in his voice, "Check the second reel."

"Second reel?"

Terracotta shut the one Den Den Mushi's eyes before reaching down and opening the next one, it's bright eyes projecting a new image on the wall.

"Oh my!"

Igaram couldn't even look away, the memories of the day burned into his skull forever either way. "The Princess held back so well during the trip there I wasn't expecting her to do that... bonus photoshoot on the boat ride back."

Outside, the citizens of Alabasta were staring wide eyed and the newspaper. Some rushing into their houses, others gossiping about what was in the special edition evening paper. All of them, especially Terracotta, were very surprised to see their usual regal princess acting so different behind closed doors. The positions she was in. The fluids covering the royal bedchambers. And the absolute blissful, ecstatic look she had on her face through the whole thing.

Igaram felt himself welling up again as he spoke. "The final image she insisted on titling: 'A Princess' Duty; Sucking the Lonely King's cock."

Eh, probably not. Robin was happily lounging in her underwear and reading. For now, that was enough.

I didn't leave her alone too much though. Every so often I'd sneak around and find one of her hands on the job to start giving it some attention. They seemed to tense up when I grabbed them but that might be because of the unexpected attention on one of her hundred limbs. Giving her soft skin pleasure all the way to the tips of her fingers, though I could only get in a few minutes of massage before the hand would vanish again, perhaps being a little too distracting for the poor gal.

Though she clearly wasn't disliking the attention either. At one point while keeping a lookout to the ocean a foot appeared in my hand. It freaked me out at first but I was soon showing off my knowledge of myofascial release on her fascia, whatever that meant. All I really knew was I tenderly thumbed her muscles until I heard a moan of pleasure from the other side of the ship and a second foot appeared wanting it's turn. The tentative cat and mouse game we were playing with each other was cute, but eventually the sun began to dip towards the horizon and Robin focused on getting our ship safely anchored for the night.

As for me, I was in the kitchen. I thought I'd at least take care of dinner while Robin was busy. I could have earring'd up some perfect skill on cooking, but then the first time had hurt like hell and I wasn't super ready to go through that twice in one day. Plus, as lame as it was, I was kind of excited to see if Robin liked my actual cooking skill. Who knows, she might even like it... fuck, I'm really smitten with her, aren't I? Well, she is very pretty and touched my dick, perhaps that was enough for a sad sack like me.

Anyway, I was cooking up Elephant Tuna Stir Fry, one of the very few things I could cook with some certainty. We had a cooking staff at the base but they were usually chill with people doing their own thing every so often as long as you respected their kitchen. Though I'd never cooked with something as rare as Elephant Tuna. Dragon had provided us with some very tasty rations for the journey, probably to entice Robin into returning to his side.

Hmmm, I wonder how the Revolutionaries were doing right now?

"What's happening?!" Barked Dragon as he marched robotically through the halls of the secret base.

The revolutionary marching in front of him spoke with a scared tone. "It's Belo Betty sir! She's using her Devil Fruit to get all the men in the base to rally behind the girls so they cum on their underwear!"

"Great." The insubordination just made Dragon sigh, he had just sat down for food as well.

It's probably just the same routine as usual for them. They probably haven't thought about me at all so I should just forget about 'em for now and concentrate on cooking.

And honestly I was enjoying myself quite a bit, being able to stretch myself out and enjoy independence a little. The vegetables were frying up nicely with the sauce, a pleasant sounds of sizzling mixing with the bobbing of the waves. I had spent so much of my life at the end of meals, making them was much more pleasing.

With a dash of herb, a good oil to fry in and a steady hand I was nailing this dish. I didn't want to overcook the Tuna in the pan, and then the rice was next and then bla bla bla, I cooked it, alright? Somehow I doubt you guys are here for the recipe.

"ROBIN! DINNER!"

"I saw." She said calmly, walking through the door as soon as I finished calling out and making me jump.

"Bah! G-good..." I blushed, earning another small giggle from her adorable mouth. I just turned around and dished up while she sat down at the small dinner table we had. "Here you go."

"Thank you very much for cooking Natsuo-san." She said as I gave her the bowel. "It smells wonderful."

I modestly chuckled, sitting myself down in front of her. "You can thank Dragon for that, the ingredients were top notch. I just slapped them in a pan."

She shook her head at me. "Nonsense. If our cook berating our captain for his attempts at cooking has taught me anything it's that you definitely can't just 'slap something in a pan'." Then, after some prompting, the archaeologist explained the exact three day clean up job her captain had made of her kitchen.

And we began our dinner, just the two of us.

So here's the thing.

For the amount of super busy meals I'd had in that mess hall, everyone grabbing what they wanted and chatting in their mission groups, it felt like I was the first time I was actually eating a meal with someone. She smiled at me, asked me about my time as a revolutionary, complimented my cooking, told me about the book she was reading (some historical memoir of an old King) and all the gruesome details of his ****, smiled politely at my bad jokes, even laughed at one of them! All in all it was maybe the best meal I've ever eaten, and I didn't even really care about the food. Though it wasn't half bad if I do say so myself.

Either way, if I wasn't smitten before I definitely was now.

"You ready to roll? Heard of a place in town that does dinner and dancing." called the ginger pirate as she clipped on some earrings and hopped out of her room.

Her partner had been ready for a while in his only nice shirt and trousers, but still seemed a bit unsure about actually going. "Is the Sunny gonna be okay without anyone watching?"

"For a couple of hours I'm sure it will be." Nami reassured, patting the mast as they walked to the side of the ship. When they reached the side she saw that the sniper was still hesitating. "Come on man, don't be a scaredy cat. Unless you're going to tell me you have can't-go-dancing-with-a-cute-girl disease."

The long nose boy just frowned at her mocking tone, though he didn't really have a retort to his younger cowardice. "And you're really going to go out in that?" he asked, changing the subject.

Nami winked and twirled for him. She'd at least put on clothes now, even if that word might require sarcastic quotation marks. Nami was wearing a very short orange skirt that and a red bra that read 'Cri' on one cup and 'min' on the other. Or at least it should, there was a few white stains on it that made the r look like an n and other problems as she showed her cum covered tits proudly. She'd also accessorised with a necklace that had instantly lodged itself deep in her cleavage, a single strap purse, and a pair of high heel shoes that made her push out her curves even more than usual.

"It's perfect for dancing don't you think? Plenty of swishy movements, newly Usopp'd bra, and with a well placed flash..." She demonstrated for the unprepared Usopp by grabbing the underneath of the two cups and moving them up to his immense eye-bulging surprise. "...on the right bartender, we should get free drinks!"

"W-we're supposed to be keeping a low profile..." He half-assedly hissed, not able to get the anger up as he stared at her exposed melons. She smirked at his reaction and squeezed herself back into her bra tantalisingly.

"Like I'll be the only one flashing bartenders." She replied dismissively, moving up onto the gangplank. "Now quit messing around and let's get going Usopp! A girl can only masturbate in her room for so long in a day before she gets in the mood to let loose!"

"How's our studly prince doing?" asked Cosmos, the chef of the Kuja Pirates. Boa Hancock had come down to the kitchen personally, a rare sight to see her away from Luffy since the trip began.

The queen folded her arms under her large bust and radiated royalty. Only slightly tempered by her cum stained underwear, "As you'd expect after such a task we set him, he is currently resting betwixt Aphelandra's bosom."

Cosmos nodded, slowing down on the soup she was mixing, "Ah see, so hold off on the next dinner for a while?"

"What are you talking about?" Boa said sternly, "I said he is sleeping, that means he wants to eat right now! He's chewing our giants breasts as we speak! Send the dinner up before he hurts her, or worse, sleeps with her!"

Zoro and Perona were not having the best meal they'd ever eaten. The only thing Mihawk had packed into his boat was crackers, an old fruit cake, and a harpoon with no rope. That was the food at least, for drinks the two were getting shitfaced on their third bottle of wine.

"What a stingy bastard..." Perona hissed at the crackers in her hand and tossing them at the boat. "Could've least given some cotton candy or bar of -hic- chocolate."

She then decided the only part of this trip that had been any fun was having some stained underwear, the warm feeling on her breasts really amplified with the ****. She cupped her tits, squeezing the lovely sticky fabric against her skin absentmindedly and forgetting she had company.

Zoro wasn't as drunk, nor did he really want to badmouth his mentor, but he did agree his choice in boats and beer were a pile of crap. And now his annoying crewmate was rubbing herself up and down like a weirdo, why didn't she just ask him to do it? He threw the latest empty bottle overboard and stood up, stretching himself out as he grabbed the ores. "Get some rest, I'll row us while you sleep."

"You wanna travel more in the dark?" She asked bleary eyed.

"Yeah. Old pirates used to use the stars as directions, it's much better to use the night sky as a map then any piece of paper." Nami would kill him for that but luckily she wasn't here.

Perona knew to be wary, knew that she shouldn't let him talk her into this, but maybe he was only terrible with directions because he knew how to travel by stars?

"O-okay. Just... be careful, alright? If you feel like you don't know the way then wake me up, don't get us even more lost with your shitty sense of direction." She yawned, the drunk and tired brain of Perona deciding to let the man try. "And be careful, I don't want to die in the ocean because you overdid the rowing with your dumb muscle brain."

"Hmph." He grumbled while clutching the ores a little tighter. "The sooner we get to Sabaody the better."

The swordsman then began studying the stars, letting the ghost princess drift off into a somewhat uncomfortable sleep in the small boat.

Eventually he pointed up, "Didn't Usopp say the brightest thing in the sky was North? So if the moon is North then Sabaody should be that direction."

"Cucumber noodles? Iced Shrimp? Raw Sushi?" the doctor questioned as he inspected the dishes. "Why are you cooking the captain such a low temperature meal?"

"CHEE~EEFFF!!! IT'S DINNER TIME! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!" Came the demanding voice of Jewellery Bonney.

"Mind your own business." muttered the cook.

To make matters worse for my aching heart, Robin was now doing the dishes. Which was a duty I'd definitely shirked these last few months because of the earrings, but hit different when Robin asked if she could take the duty from me. She wasn't even making her many hands do it, though they were doing the drying up for her. Robin was just that nice, thanking me again for the food once she was done. Right now we were still talking and she'd gotten on to one of her favourite topics to gush about: her crew.

"So he's really not your pet?" I asked, putting my plate down on her assembly line of hands.

"Doctor Chopper would be awfully offended at that talk." She hummed, reaching down to pick up my delivery and giving me a mighty fine view of her thick ass cheeks eating her panties.

The picture in his bounty poster beamed back at me, "But he's so cute! ...wait, doctor?! Cotton-Candy loving Chopper is your doctor?!"

"Yes. A don't think you'd find a better pair of hooves do lay your bloodied corpse in." said Robin with a warm motherly smile, keeping her kind nature even saying something as grim as that. "I can't wait to be back with them all again."

I shuffled a little in my seat. "Yeah, them..."

With the prospect and realisation that Robin was leaving to join her crew at the end of this voyage I could feel my priorities shifting..

Nico Robin will be mine.

I'm sure her crew are great, she's told me enough stories about them, but fuck the Straw Hat Pirates. I wasn't going to let my perfect woman slip through my fingers that easily!

I quickly tried to think of a plan.

Flat out saying she was mine with the earrings felt a little too far, I just wanted to seduce her enough that she wants to be with me.

I was getting there already, she'd admitted she was interested in me. I don't know if that's because of the earrings or just the great massages I gave her, but at the very least the beautiful lady I was spending a few days had willingly rubbed my penis with only minimal prompting. That was a good sign she was at least enjoying this. I just needed to push a little more.

As she finished up the dishes and put away the wok, I mumbled to myself. "Normally, cum is a natural aphrodisiac and will continue to make a woman grow hornier the more they smell it."