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Dr. Zeigler had gotten the Marine stable enough that he was no longer in danger of bleeding out, so he, Loona, Captain Fa of The Dauntless, and I were all in the Captain’s cabin to determine what happened and what, if any, punishment would be levied and to whom. The Marine and I were both sitting in chairs in front of Captain Fa's desk, which she sat behind and Loona was kneeling at my side, my hand on her head gently rubbing my thumb against her ear.

“From the witness reports, Seaman Weslug of the ship Resolute was meeting with some of the crew of The Dauntless, and had a… misunderstanding as to the role of your retinue member,” Captain Fa said after reading through the report in front of her.

Even with my hand on her head, Loona leveled a glare at the Marine and a low growl rumbled in her throat. The Marine flinched and would have crossed his legs were it not for the brace he was wearing. I tapped the top of Loona’s head with a finger, and the growling ceased. Satisfied, I adjusted my hand on her head, scratching behind her ears as she leaned into my touch.

“The Resolute is one of the ships of our fleet, yes?” I asked rhetorically.

“Yes, sir,” Captain Fa said with a nod.

I considered how I wanted to proceed. In most cases, the Marine would be executed for touching the personal property of a World Noble. The Voivode Clan would have him impaled in such a way that he could conceivably take days to die. Personally, I thought it would be a bit of a waste, both for the fact that we were heading into nearly uncharted waters and as a warning to any others who might have… unfortunate ideas.

“Captain Fa, make sure that the rest of the fleet is aware of both the appearance of my retinue members as well as their role and general temperament. I will not require further physical punishment of Seaman Weslug, but he is not to serve on board The Dauntless from here on out barring an emergency, manpower shortage, or other extenuating circumstances,” I said, making a decision. “I wish to have a word in private with Seaman Weslug.”

“Very well, sir. I will make sure the entirety of the fleet is informed,” Captain Fa said, standing and leaving her cabin.

I turned my gaze to the Marine, my face cold and expressionless. Rising from the chair, I walked to the desk and leaned back against it, Loona following me and settling on her knees at my feet. I didn’t say a word, staring at the Marine as he continued to grow more and more uncomfortable. Finally, after two full minutes, I spoke.

“You mistook my pet for the ship’s whore. The majority of my caste would see you dead for that, however, as I said to Captain Fa, I am going to let you live,” I began, trailing a hand along Loona’s face. Again, she leaned into my hand, her eyes closing and her tail beginning to wag behind her.

Seaman Weslug swallowed, and I continued, “Do not mistake this for leniency, however. You are fortunate that I was the only World Noble present, because had the Voivode Clan been present, they would have taken days to kill you, ensuring that you felt every moment of the agony that your mistake had earned you.

“Furthermore, if you had tried to touch Sif, or Thrud, or Momo, I would have had Loona rip you limb from limb. Had you succeeded, I would have had her devour you alive and piece by bloody piece. Instead…”

I slid my fingers into Loona’s mouth, and she instantly began licking and sucking them, her eyelids fluttering as she let out a husky whimper. I’d trained her well, and now it was time to reinforce it.

Weslug was wide-eyed and pale, his skin clammy and sweaty, as if he'd already been tortured. I slid my fingers deeper into her mouth, and she didn't resist, even as her gag reflex kicked in and her throat closed. Pulling her head close, I pressed my fingers further, until she was deepthroating them, her mouth open and her tongue lolling out, her eyes glazed over and a dopey smile on her face.

“Instead, all you will have to deal with is a permanent limp, a reminder that you should always be careful who you offend,” I told the Marine, my voice quiet and level. “I have no further business with you, so get out.”

He fled without another word, and Loona pulled back from my fingers with a gasp, panting hard and leaning against me.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and raw.

“I didn't do it for you, Pet, and we aren’t close to being finished,” I said, unbuckling my belt. Withdrawing my cock, I gave her an order, “Suck.”

She looked up at me with worshipful eyes, and leaned forward, taking me in her mouth, and beginning to bob her head back and forth. Loona closed her eyes, her long tongue wrapping around my length, even as she sucked, and she moaned around my shaft.

I groaned, and grabbed the back of her head, forcing myself deeper into her throat, feeling her choke around me. She didn’t resist, her hands remaining dutifully on her thighs even as I used her mouth as a cocksleeve, pulling her up and down, her lips forming a perfect seal around me as I fucked her throat.

“Good girl,” I praised her, and she let out a deep, throaty moan around my cock.

Loona's eyes were rolling up, her eyelids fluttering, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her tail was wagging. I pulled her head up and off my cock, and she stared at me, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out and panting, waiting for an order, an instruction, or a command. I would be fucking her, but I wanted to see just how obedient she was first.

“Every time I cum inside you, you will have a more powerful climax than you have ever had from your fingers. Am I understood?” I asked, grabbing onto the back of her head, my fingers lacing through her hair.

“Yes, Master,” she panted with a raspy voice, “please give this pet your cum. Fill my bitch pussy with your puppies, I’m your mink breeding slut.”

“Good, Pet,” I praised her, her entire body shuddering as I did so.

I pulled her head back onto my length, and she took it easily, moaning around my girth. I felt the vibrations in her throat, and her tongue was still wrapping and rubbing along my shaft, and she was sucking with her entire mouth.

It didn't take long for me to start getting close, and when I did, I thrust into her throat, feeling her spasm and her throat bulge around me. Then, I started flooding her stomach, and Loona's eyes shot open, and she let out a muffled scream as her body went taut. She bucked her hips, her tail lashing the air, her eyes rolling up, and she came, her juices splashing down her thighs, her juices splattering on the floor of the cabin.

And as I came, so too did her orgasms continue, each time a splash of cum hitting her insides, another mindblowing orgasm. And after five, she collapsed, her head falling back, her tongue lolling out and dangling, a line of drool and cum falling from the corner of her mouth. I...honestly hadn't been expecting her to cum that hard, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

Chuckling, I reached down, grabbing her by the spiked collar she wore, and throwing her onto Captain Fa’s desk. I’d need to air out the cabin, but right now I was too aroused to be bothered taking her back to my quarters.

Her eyes were unfocused, her body still twitching, but she was lucid enough to spread her legs for me, forgetting that she was still wearing her pants. Rolling my eyes in fond amusement, I gave her ass a slap before pulling them down to her knees. Her pussy was so wet that her pants peeled away, the last time Loona wore panties being the day I took her virginity.

I pressed my cockhead against her slit, and she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly as she tried to get me inside of her. Grinning, I slammed into her, hilting inside her, and her entire body jerked, her back arching and a bark escaping her throat.

Grabbing her hips, I pulled out, and then slammed back into her, the force of it pushing her a few inches along the desk. Her legs were dangling uselessly off the edge of the desk, and I didn’t slow, thrusting into her over and over, savoring the feel of her fur and the way her pussy squeezed and rippled around my shaft.

“Please, Master,” Loona begged as she regained a semblance of coherence. “Please give your pet your puppies. Please breed this bitch. I need your cum inside me, I need you to fill me up and get me pregnant. Please, please, please, please, pleeease!”

Her begging only made me fuck her harder, slamming her body across the desk. She was tight, hot, wet, and desperate, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Pulling her ass back against my thrusts, Loona's eyes were wide, her mouth open, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Each time I hilted, her eyes rolled back, and she was letting out a long, high-pitched whine.

And then, as I bottomed out again, I came. And so did Loona. Hard. Her eyes were wide, her tongue lolled out, her pussy convulsing and spasming around me, and her juices sprayed everywhere, her legs kicking and her arms clawing at the desk as she was overcome with the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

She screamed, loud and clear, the sound ringing out across the cabin. I was thankful that the captain's cabin was isolated and that the bulkheads were thick, because the sound would have definitely traveled beyond the room otherwise.

Panting, I slowly pulled out of Loona, and she fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knees. Her entire body was shaking, and she was whimpering, her hips twitching and her tail lashing back and forth.

I chuckled, and leaned down, rubbing her head and scratching behind her ears.

“That's a good pet. Now, go get cleaned up, then find Thrud and tell her I want to see her,” I ordered her, and she shuddered while rising to her feet on unsteady legs.

Loona staggered to the door, and left, and I sat down in the chair behind the captain's desk, waiting for her to return. It didn't take long, a minute or so, before she returned, Thrud walking in with her, a curious expression on her face.

I gestured for Thrud to sit in the chair next to mine, and she did so. Loona knelt at my side, leaning against my leg and resting her head on my lap, looking content, her eyelids drooping and her breathing evening out.

“I assume that your mother told you about the ultimatum that my father gave?” I asked Thrud as I began petting the top of Loona’s head.

“She did,” Thrud said with a nod. “I assume that it means we’ll be doing more than oral and anal now.”

“Indeed,” I acknowledged with a nod. “However, as you are still of the blood of the First Twenty, I feel obligated to discuss the fate of our children together.”

Thrud cocked her head, clearly not expecting the direction of the conversation.

“While the rest of the World Nobles would simply have your children relegated to the slave market due to your grandfather’s rebellion and be done with it, I do not intend on doing that. I wish to have your cooperation and feedback regarding all children that we have together. Both how many and how they are raised,” I explained.

Thrud’s eyes danced as she considered my words. I let her have time to think, continuing to stroke Loona’s head. It was ironic: the strongest member of my retinue was also the most submissive. Loona was by far the strongest physically, even stronger than I was, and she was also quick, agile, and resilient. That was without taking into consideration her Devil Fruit and other skills.

The Hono Hono no Mi was similar to the Mera Mera no Mi, but as a Paramecia it lacked the innate defensive capabilities of a Logia. More than that, she had also learned several techniques utilized by the best swordsmen, only utilizing the claws on her hands instead of a sword.

Thrud straightened, and I turned my attention back to her as she spoke, “Ideally, I’d rather wait a few years before having children. But your father has taken that choice away from us. So instead I will ask that we wait at least three years after the first one is born before trying for our second. I do not see myself desiring any more than three children, no matter who the father is.”

I nodded, “That is acceptable. When do you wish to begin trying for the first one?”

Thrud pursed her lips, before answering, “Is tomorrow night alright? There’s still eight months, but the sooner the better, right?”

Smiling softly at her, I reached out, taking Thrud’s hand in my own and gently kissing her knuckles. The blush on her face was pretty cute, especially when I knew that she was skilled enough to kill most of the crew on the ship. Seeing dangerous and deadly women flustered was something that would never get old.