The devil's child's pleasure

After Kuma fly me away from Sabaody, I had no idea where I would end up. All I knew was that I had to survive. The salty sea air kissed my face, and the sun beat down on my body, as I drifted through the vast blue ocean. My clothes, torn and tattered from the blast, clung to my skin, and the waves lapped against me with a gentle rhythm. I felt so small and ****, like a piece of driftwood in the vast sea.

"You okay, lady ?." A gruff, yet comforting voice pierced through the silence of my lonely solitude.

I squinted against the sun's glare to find a man standing over me, his shadow a welcome respite from the heat. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with skin as tan and rugged as the planks of his ship. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, searched mine for signs of distress or injury. I lay there, sprawled out on the sandy shore, my body feeling like a ragdoll that had been tossed around in a storm.

"Who are you?" I managed to croak out, my throat dry from the ocean's kiss.

"Just a passing by fisherman, here you go." while give me a water bottle, he knelt down beside me and offered a hand. His touch was firm, yet gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of his calloused hands. I took the water gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. He looked at me with a mix of concern and curiosity, waiting for me to speak.

As I took a moment to gather my thoughts, I noticed the way his eyes lingered on my body, taking in the curves of my breasts, the flatness of my stomach, and the way my legs curled in the sand. It was a look that I had become all too familiar with, a hunger that I had often used to my advantage. This time, however, I felt something different. Maybe it was the desperation of my situation, or the raw power of the ocean that had just spat me out, but the thought of letting this stranger play with my body didn't fill me with fear. Instead, a strange, thrilling anticipation began to coil in my belly.

"C'mon, i'll make you soup to make yourself better." while hold my hand and lead me to his house nearby the beach.

As we entered the small wooden shack, the scent of saltwater and fish mingled with the cozy aroma of a home-cooked meal. He guided me to a chair and began to prepare a simple yet hearty soup, his movements efficient and practiced. The sound of his knife chopping against the cutting board was oddly soothing, and I found myself watching him intently. His muscular arms flexed with each strike, and the way his shirt clung to his back made it impossible for me not to imagine what lay beneath.

He go to the kitchen, take a bowl and spoon the warm soup into the bowl then give it to me, his eyes never leaving mine. As I took the first sip, the flavors danced on my tongue, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. The warmth spread through my body, chasing away the last remnants of the sea's chill.

"Sorry if it wasn't taste good." He said with a hint of concern, watching me closely as I took another sip of the soup.

"No, no, it's delicious." I murmured, my voice a little too low, my eyes never leaving his. The warmth from the soup was spreading through my body, and I felt a different kind of heat building between my legs.

He nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he sat down opposite me. The silence grew thick, and the air crackled with tension. We both knew what was unspoken, but the question remained unasked. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, then reached across the table, his rough hand brushing against my bare thigh. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I didn't flinch away. Instead, I leaned into it, my eyes never leaving his.

"Is the storm hit your ship or something ?." He asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to echo through the quiet room.

I swallowed hard, the warmth of the soup turning into a heated need deep within me. "No, it was... a personal matter." I replied, my eyes dropping to my half-eaten meal.

"Okay then, i won't ask further if it bother you." His hand remained on my thigh, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric of my shorts. My breath hitched, and I felt a blush creep up my neck. I knew what he was offering, and a part of me, the part that craved the touch of another, yearned to take it.

I set the bowl aside and met his gaze. "Thank you for the soup," I said, my voice a whisper. "But I think... I think there's something else I need."

"Which is ?." He asked, his voice dropping an octave, the tension in the room thickening like the steam rising from the soup.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing in my chest. "You've saved me," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I... I have nothing to give you in return, but..."

The fisherman leaned closer, his eyes burning with desire. "But what?" He prompted, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through my very core.

With a trembling hand, I reached out and placed it on top of his, pressing his palm firmly against my thigh. "I want you to... take me," I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips. "Use my body as your reward."

Suddenly, he show devilish smirk while go to front door, "I thought you would never ask." while close and lock the door.

He turned back to me, and in an instant, the gentle caretaker was replaced by a primal, hungry man. He strode back to the table and took my face in his calloused hands, pulling me closer until our breaths mingled. His eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was a burning need that matched his own. He leaned in and claimed my lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth as if he had been starving for the taste of me.

I feel something around my wrist as he kiss me fiercely, when i break the kiss and check it. It's a handcuffs made of sea stone, which is the weakness of devil fruit users including me. He knew that I couldn't fight back with that on. He was smarter than I thought.

He noticed my surprise and chuckled, a dark, sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I know what you are," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "But don't worry, I don't need to use brute **** with a woman like you."

"What bring woman like you come to this island ?." while lead her to my bedroom, his eyes never left my body.

He threw me to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. His gaze was a mix of hunger and power, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me. He knew my weakness, and he was using it to control me. But strangely, I didn't mind. It was a heady feeling, letting someone else take charge, especially someone so obviously strong and capable.

"Guess this my luckyday cause i can enjoy the body from the Devil Child, Nico Robin, from Straw Hat Pirate." He smirks as he advances towards the bed, his eyes raking over my body with a greedy look.

My heart races as he climbs onto the bed, his weight pressing into the mattress. His hand slides up my body, tracing my curves with a possessive confidence that sends a shiver down my spine. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost reverent, as he cups my breast, feeling its weight and teasing the nipple until it's a hard peak. I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escapes me, low and needy.

"Guess stay in that ship too long and never felt a touch from a man make your body more sensitive, isn't it ?." He murmured, his thumb circling my nipple.

I nodded, unable to form words as his other hand trailed down my stomach, sliding into the waistband of my shorts. He deftly unbuttoned them, his eyes never leaving mine, and pulled them down my legs, taking my panties with them. I lay there, exposed and ****, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed along my neck, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So soft, so delicate." His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my wetness and teasing my entrance. I couldn't help but arch into his touch, my body begging for more.

He took his time, exploring every inch of me with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His fingers danced around my clit, teasing and stroking until I was writhing beneath him, my moans growing louder. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I need... I need you inside me."

He chuckled, a dark, deep sound that sent another thrill through me. "Patience," he said, his breath hot against my skin. He kissed down my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as his hand continued to work between my legs. I felt like I was going to combust, my body on the edge of a climax that felt both terrifying and inevitable.

Finally, he positioned himself above me, his arousal pressing against my thigh. He looked down at me, his eyes a stormy sea of blue. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice gruff with need. I nodded, my chest heaving with anticipation. With one swift move, he entered me, filling me completely. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head as pleasure and pain mixed in a heady cocktail.

He didn't stop there, though. He began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that matched the waves outside. Each stroke was deep and sure, hitting all the right spots. I moaned, my body moving with him, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. The handcuffs around my wrists were a constant reminder of my vulnerability, but instead of fear, it brought a strange thrill.

Our bodies melded together, the sound of the ocean outside a backdrop to our passionate symphony. The salt in the air seemed to heighten my senses, making every touch, every kiss, every sensation more intense. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained as he held back, as if savoring every moment.

His thumb found my clit again, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was building, a crescendo that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." I gasped, my body tightening around him.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Let go, Robin."

With a final, powerful thrust, I did. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with pleasure. He followed soon after, his own release a powerful **** that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing in tandem. His arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He kissed the top of my head, his hand tracing patterns on my bare skin.

"Thank you," I murmured, my voice hoarse from screaming.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Thank you," he said, his voice gentle. "It's not often I get to play with a woman like you."

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, and a small part of me felt a pang of regret. But the larger part, the one still reeling from the intensity of the experience, reveled in the feeling of being alive, of being wanted.

And as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow through the window, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life. A chapter filled with danger, excitement, and the unbridled passion of a man who had claimed me as his own.

He pulled out of me gently, his eyes never leaving mine. The handcuffs remained, a silent testament to our agreement. I watched as he stood, his body a sculpted masterpiece in the soft light, and moved to the side of the bed, his muscles rippling with every step. He grabbed a towel and cleaned himself before approaching me again, his gaze still hungry.

Without a word, he unlocked the sea stone cuffs and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. My legs felt like jelly, but I followed him willingly, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our union. He led me to a shower that was little more than a wooden stall with a barrel of rainwater overhead. The cool water washed away the salt and sweat, leaving my skin tingling and my desire for him ravenous.

He stepped in behind me, his hardened length pressing against my back as his hands roamed my body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and dip. He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine as his soapy hands cupped my breasts, the water cascading over us in a steamy embrace. His fingers found their way between my legs again, and I gasped as he began to stroke my clit, the sensation both familiar and new.

Turning me to face him, he picked me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. He pushed me against the wall of the shower, his mouth claiming mine in a fierce kiss as he reentered me. The coolness of the water was a stark contrast to the heat building between us, our bodies moving in a rhythm as natural as the tides.

He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, words of praise and desire that only served to fuel the fire burning within me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper, faster. Our breaths mingled, our bodies slick with soap and water, as we lost ourselves in the moment.

As the water beat down on us, I came again, my body tightening around him as he growled in pleasure. He didn't stop, though, his own climax close. He carried me to the bed, our bodies still joined, and laid me down, his movements becoming more frantic.

"I want to feel you come inside me," I breathed, my voice a **** plea.

He nodded, his eyes wild with passion. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into me, his body trembling as he found his release. We lay there, panting and spent, our limbs tangled together, our hearts beating as one.

As the night stretched on, we explored each other's bodies in the dim light, our desires unquenchable. The fisherman, whose name I still didn't know, had become my savior in more ways than one. He had not only pulled me from the sea, but he had also pulled me out of the darkness that had consumed me for so long.

Our coupling was raw, animalistic, and utterly exhilarating. With each touch, each kiss, and every shared gasp of pleasure, I felt a connection growing between us, something more than just physical. It was a bond forged in the heat of passion and the depths of desperation.

The storm outside had passed, leaving only the gentle lull of the waves to serenade us. Yet, within the walls of that wooden shack, our own tempest raged on, a tumultuous symphony of pleasure and power that neither of us could resist.

As the first light of dawn peeked through the window, we lay entwined, our bodies exhausted but sated. He pulled me closer, his arms a comforting embrace that offered both protection and possession.

And as the new day began, I knew that I had made a deal with this man, a bargain of flesh and desire. Yet, as the warmth of his body surrounded me, the scent of salt and sweat mingling with the sea air, I felt a strange sense of peace.

For now, at least, I had found a haven in the arms of the man who had claimed me, and I was eager to see where this new chapter in my life would lead.