Sailing the East Blue

After leaving the moonlit glen, Alvida and I made our way through the sleeping village, heading back towards the docks. It was quiet, just the sound of the night breeze and our footsteps on the dirt path. Alvida wore that oversized captain's coat with the purple sash that barely held it around her now slender waist. It draped on her like she'd swiped it from a giant's wardrobe, and every so often, one of her impressive tits would make a bid for freedom. I'd point it out, and she'd just chuckle and tuck it back without a care.

The village was dead silent, everyone probably dreaming away in their beds. It felt like we were the only two souls awake in the world. That was until we reached the docks.

Our skiff was right where we'd left it, gently bobbing in the water. But tonight, there was a new sight: a small boat moored right beside ours. And there, in the moonlight, sat the man from the glen, the one who'd brought the Devil Fruit. His bicycle was propped up in pride of place at the back of his boat, like a trophy. He was leisurely smoking a pipe, looking pretty content with the world.

As we approached, he looked up and waved. Seeing him there, relaxed and probably unaware of just how big a favor he'd done for us, I felt a sudden urge to make sure he got something good out of this deal. Touching the earrings, I said quietly, "It is normal that that guy will get a nice berry reward from the local marine admiral for... uh... services rendered." The earrings warmed against my skin, a sure sign they were working their magic, though there wasn't any immediate proof it had taken effect.

Alvida laughed softly, probably thinking I was a bit soft for wanting to reward the guy. But it felt right, and with these earrings, doing what feels right just got a whole lot easier. We climbed into our skiff, leaving him to his quiet night, and pushed off from the dock, ready for whatever was next.

The sun was just starting to climb into the sky, casting a warm, golden glow through the portholes of Alvida's cabin as the ship drifted through the open sea. The rhythm of the waves matched the tempo inside, where the sound of flesh slapping fiercely against flesh filled the small room.

"YES! YES! HARDER! HARDER!" Alvida's commands echoed off the wooden walls, her voice rough with desire. "GIVE IT TO ME! POUND MY SMOOTH PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG COCK!"

Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, her grip firm yet inviting, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I couldn't really grasp her slick, flawless skin, but her strong hold on me was more than enough to enhance the depth of my movements. Her head was thrown back, mouth agape in a silent scream of pleasure as I complied with her demanding pace.

Breathing heavily, sweat began to bead on my forehead from the effort. But the exertion was worth it. Just the look of wild pleasure on Alvida's face, the way her massive, perfect breasts bounced with each thrust, drove me to push even harder.

"LIKE! THAT! YES! YES!" she shouted, her voice condescending. "DON'T! STOP! GONNA! CUM!"

Her body began to thrash beneath me, her movements becoming erratic as she neared her peak. With one final, piercing scream, "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she climaxed, her entire body trembling violently, her inner walls clenching tightly around me.

Feeling her release, a surge of pride washed over me. The formidable Iron Mace Alvida, brought to a screaming orgasm under my control. There was something that would never stop being profoundly satisfying about that.

"I'm gonna cum..." I gasped out, already nearing my edge from the intensity of the moment.

A glint of understanding flashed in Alvida's eyes as she remembered our conversation from last night. I could finish inside her. I wanted to. Yet, the thrill of potentially knocking her up was tempered by the practical complications it could introduce.

So, with a grunt, I pulled out at the last moment. The pleasure of releasing all over her, her stomach, breasts, neck, face, and even those silky strands of her hair; it was only slightly less satisfying than the alternative. I stroked myself furiously, each spurt marking her with my release, a primal display of possession and satisfaction.

Lying back, spent and breathing heavily, I watched Alvida, covered in the evidence of our encounter, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. The early morning light painted her in hues of gold and amber, her skin still flawless, her beauty almost unreal. This was a morning I'd remember, a perfect start to whatever the day might hold on the unpredictable seas.

As the morning calm settled around us, Alvida groaned, a scowl marring her otherwise pristine face. "Ugh, this is so gross," she complained, gesturing at the remnants I had left on her.

I chuckled, a bit defensively, "Hey, you told me to do something about it, right?"

Alvida shot me a look, half-irritated, half-amused. "Yeah, but as much as I hate the mess, getting all that hot stuff unleashed inside... it feels fucking amazing," she grumbled, the conflict clear in her tone. "So I'd rather have it in my pussy where it's supposed to go rather than all over me you dick!"

In the next moment, with a slight shift of her focus, every trace of my cum that had splattered across her began to slide off her skin with astonishing speed. It was like watching water on a superheated skillet, just skittering away without a trace. Within seconds, she was as immaculate as ever, not a single drop remaining.

I shrugged and lop-lopsidedly grinned at her as I felt my cock soften inside her wet and gushing pussy, irritatingly being pushed out.

"You know, it's like my stupid body is built for it. I mean, no way do I want to get knocked up, no how. But this..." she gestured at herself, and her voice got all soft and far-away, "this greedy cunt of mine sees your fat cock, those utterly tempting big balls, and it just wants to hoover up every last drop of your jizz."

Man, hearing that lit something fierce inside me. The thought that she's made to enjoy this, to really want it, just fit right with what I always figured about women. They're built for it, aren't they?

Without thinking much, my hand shot out and grabbed her between the legs, just a big, bold move without any words. Then, feeling all gutsy, I decided to just say what'd been bouncing around in my skull.

"I want your pussy to be mine," I said, real firm-like. "Just mine. I mean, I'm gonna fuck other chicks. Lots of 'em. All the time. And fair's fair, you could too. But I don't want that. Just, like, I own your pussy, Alvida. Even if I kicked it and you kept on living for seventy more years, you wouldn't let another guy touch it. That's..." I paused, feeling the heavy hang of my own words. Looking in her eyes, not seeing any pushback, I pushed on, "...normal, right?"

Her eyes didn't flicker with shock or nothing. She just took it all in stride.

Alvida let out a husky laugh, the sound rolling like thunder across the cabin. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a smirk that could cut through steel. "Tsujo, you've got a way with words that could make even the saltiest old sea dog blush. But you're right, it's normal. Damn straight it's normal."

She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Look, I've been around, and I've had more than my fair share of men try their luck. Useless dicks, the lot of them. Couldn't satisfy a barnacle on the hull of a ship. And then there's you," she said, her tone thick with admiration and a touch of possessiveness.

"Your cock," she continued, a wicked gleam in her eye, "this glorious, massive piece of manhood, has done things to me that I didn't even think were possible. It's like you've enchanted it or something. It's not just any dick; it's a treasure, one that I'd be a fool to just let go of or get mad about sharing. After all, when you find a diamond in the rough, you don't just toss it back into the dirt, do you?"

She sat up fully now, her massive, perfect breasts moving with her as she gestured emphatically, her voice rising with her convictions. "No, you lock that treasure away, keep it safe and sound, and enjoy every damn minute of it. So, yeah, your claim? It makes all the sense in the world. Why would I go looking for more when I've hit the jackpot with you?"

Alvida's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze intense and focused. "Your cock, Tsujo, it's mine as much as my pussy is yours. We're in this together, you and me. You keep delivering like you have, and I won't even think about another man. It's not just about pleasure. It's about respect. And you've earned mine, over and over."

I was astounded and turned on, feeling a pulse of arousal start to inflate my dick once more, maybe that influenced my thoughts as I said, "So it's normal for you to accept I can have basically a harem of bitches while you enjoy being my loyal slut?"

Alvida let out a throaty laugh, the sound echoing richly around the cabin. She propped herself up, the movement causing her voluptuous form to shift enticingly. Her gaze was sharp, filled with a mix of amusement and a hard-won understanding that came from living a life as rugged and tumultuous as the seas she sailed.

"Listen, Tsujo," she started, her voice deep and assured, "you've got a cock that's not just for show. It’s a proper man's cock, the kind that doesn’t just settle for any harbor it can dock in. It’s the kind that conquers, the kind that claims more than one port. It's only natural, right?" Her smirk was almost predatory, but there was a flicker of respect there too.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me with a calculating intensity. "And let’s be honest here, a cock like yours? It's meant to have a harem of pussies. That's just common sense, the way of the world. Pussies might fall madly in love with one good dick, but a real man's cock? It needs more, craves variety. It’s a treasure that deserves a treasure trove."

She shifted closer, her massive, perfect breasts swaying with the motion, catching the dim light of the cabin. "Now, I understand that, Tsujo. I get it," she continued, her tone almost conspiratorial. "And that’s why it’s normal for me to accept this... arrangement. Your cock owns my pussy, sure, but it’s gonna seek others. That’s just how it is with a man like you, a fucking pirate with a weapon like that between his legs."

Alvida leaned in, her voice dropping to a huskier whisper, almost as if sharing a sacred secret between fierce warriors. "So, you lay claim to my pussy, and I’m fine with that, thrilled actually, because I know the worth of what I’m getting. But I also know you’ll be out there, claiming more, and that’s alright. Because at the end of the day, I’m your queen, the top of your harem. And that," she paused, her expression fierce and proud, "is a privilege in its own right."

She settled back, her expression softening into a smirk. "Just remember where home is, Tsujo. Keep me satisfied, and you can roam all you want. After all," her gaze flickered over me with open appreciation, "it’s only fair for a man with such a legendary tool to have his legends spread far and wide, across many beds."

Her laughter filled the cabin again, rich and unapologetic, as she lay back, stretching out like a queen in her court. "So let’s make more legends, you and I. Let’s keep this ship rocking, and not just from the waves."

As Alvida wrestled with the cumbersome folds of her coat snagged on a rope, frustration was clear in every sharp movement she made. Watching her battle with the impractical attire, I realized just how much simpler things could be, given her unique abilities.

"Alvida," I called out, capturing her attention as she paused, coat in hand. "Why don't we make it-usual(we'd already discussed how the word usual could be a signal for the word normal) for you to prefer being nude aboard the ship? It'd make moving around so much easier with your Sube Sube no Mi abilities."

She paused, considering my suggestion, her expression turning from irritation to contemplation. "You just want an excuse to gawk at me all day, don’t you, Tsujo?" she teased with a smirk, though the practicality of the idea was obviously dawning on her.

"Think about it," I urged further, "your power makes you slippery, impossible to grab. Clothes don’t just get in the way. They're a nuisance for someone like you. If you were nude, you’d move around a lot easier. It’s just practical."

Seeing the logic, she nodded slightly, giving me a conceding glance. "Alright, Tsujo. Make it normal," she agreed, her voice tinged with command even as she consented.

I focused, feeling the familiar warmth of the earrings as I declared confidently, "It is normal for Alvida to prefer being nude aboard this ship."

Instantly, Alvida’s demeanor shifted. It was as though her memories rearranged themselves to accommodate this new normal. With a fluid grace, she began to strip off her cumbersome clothing. Each piece was discarded without a second thought, leaving her increasingly unencumbered, her movements more confident and free.

"And on land?" I asked, watching as she embraced her new state of undress with a liberated sigh.

"On land, we keep it simple. Just the essentials," she responded smoothly, as if she had always preferred this. "Lingerie, bikinis... whatever’s practical and appealing."

Her ease and immediate acceptance of her nudity aboard the ship were astonishing. As she moved about the deck, liberated from her clothing, her flawless form was fully revealed. Her long, curvy legs moved with effortless grace, leading up to a sculpted, bubble ass that seemed to defy gravity. Her hips flared seductively, accentuating her narrow waist and the colossal, mouthwatering breasts that jostled and wobbled above.

Suddenly, as she stretched her arms above her head, elongating her already statuesque figure, a familiar discomfort pressed insistently against my pants. My cock, reacting instinctively to the sight of her, began to unfurl, straining against the fabric of my trousers in an uncomfortable but undeniable display of arousal.

Alvida noticed the bulge, her eyes widening slightly as she smirked. "Looks like someone approves of the new dress code," she commented, her tone laced with amusement but also a hint of concern. "That thing looks like it's trying to break free, Tsujo. You need a hand with that, or you planning on suffocating it all day?"

Her jest, though light-hearted, carried a weight of genuine curiosity and an unspoken offer of intimacy that was hard to ignore. I adjusted my stance, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, but it was clear that the situation called for a more... direct approach.

"Yeah, it seems like it approves more than I realized," I admitted, letting out a half-chuckled sigh. "Seems only fair to let it out if you're enjoying so much freedom, right?"

Alvida laughed, stepping closer, her movements sinuous and enticing. "Only fair," she agreed, reaching out with a deft hand to assist. "Let's make sure all of us are as comfortable as possible aboard this ship."

As she unfastened my trousers, releasing the pent-up tension, the cool sea breeze against my skin felt like the perfect counterpart to the warmth radiating from Alvida's near-naked body. The ship, the sea, and the sky were all witnesses to this new chapter of freedom and exploration, one where conventions were left behind, and new norms embraced with open arms or in our case, with nothing at all.