One Piece Fic (CH28) (Patreon)

NSFW. Don't read in public...

That aside, I'm... sorry. Yeah. I said that already, but I'm saying it again. I feel the call of dark fantasy in my bones, and I can't resist it. But nothing I've worked on has worked out. The witcher was a bust too as a setting. Instead of doing a fanfic in that genre, I decided to go back to my old story (well, not that old really): 'I became one-star fodder in a gacha game'.

I still think the idea has a lot of promise. It just needs to be executed well. I'm mostly satisfied with CH2 (the finished versions avail on QQ). I'm working on a new CH3 now. About 1k words in. I'd 'like' to publish it the day after to morrow (I really want to go up to 3k word chapters) but... you guys know I'm not good at delivering on promises.

Anyway, here's this. I'm not sure how it turned out. Lewd content is always hard and super awkward for me to write.

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When Jack had soaped Ms. Valentine up as much as possible, he wrapped one arm around her hourglass waist. He easily lifted her above the water.
"Let me do your legs next."
Adjusting so her butt was in the crook of his arm, he plopped the soap in her lap. He ran his lathered hand along her leg, from her thigh to her calve, ending at her feet. Her nails were painted a pearlescent green—her favourite colour, or so it seemed.
Ms. Valentine just watched him, her expression one of thinly veiled excitement. She was enjoying this.
Glancing at her face, Jack snorted. He took his time with her legs, running his hands over each one in turn. They were incredibly long, her skin velvety smooth, and delicately muscled. It went without saying, but it was a great experience for him.
Unfortunately, it had to come to an end. There was only so much time he could realistically spend fondling Ms. Valentine’s legs and feet without it becoming weird. Already, she was sending him mischievous looks.
She wriggled her toes, giggling.
"I heard some boys were into feet, but... I didn't think you were one of them."
Jack's face stiffened. It really wasn't his thing, but would she believe him if he said so?
"Ehm, well I just thought your nail polish was quite pretty. You clearly put a lot of effort into it."
Her bemused expression—still clutching her green bikini top to her chest—made his boxers feel like they were about to tear. Fortunately, the material was quite elastic.
"Thanks. But it's a bit strange for you to call it pretty. It's not... usually the kind of thing men are interested in."
Her lips curved playfully.
"They also don't usually shave, well... everywhere. Their faces maybe, but not their arms or legs. And your hair is so long—you even braided it..."
"Are you trying to call me feminine?"
Ms. Valentine laughed.
"Don't sound so offended. If I didn’t think you were hot, I wouldn’t be doing this."
She drove home her point by moving one hand across his chest and shoulders, trailing her nails across his skin.
Eventually, after a few minutes of mutual soaping, Jack decided to take things to the next level. Lowering her into the water, the river washing the foam downstream, he reached under the surface. He slipped a hand under her panties, squeezing her naked butt. The feeling was amazing—Ms. Valentine's active lifestyle was certainly doing her figure plenty of favours.
An unladylike sound left her mouth, looking at him with mock irritation.
"Wow, you really just grabbed my ass, huh? You’re such a pervert-..."
She was still talking when one of his fingers yanked on the rim of her underwear, bringing them down to her thighs in one movement. Before she could register what was happening, they went past her knees and ankles, ending up in Jack's hand.
Her mouth rounding into an 'O', she stared at him in astonishment.
Jack maintained eye contact with her, slowly crumpling up the scrap of green cloth before throwing it toward the shore. It landed in a heap with the rest of her clothes.
“What the-…? Did you seriously just do that? Give them back, you asshole!”
Shrugging, Jack held up an empty hand.
“Sorry. Can’t.”
“You-…!”
Drawing her closer to him—forcing her to move her legs so she wasn’t touching him, well… inappropriately—Jack stared into her eyes. He brought his lips close to her ear.
“Did you really think you could keep teasing me and expect nothing would happen? You have no idea how hard it was for me, having to watch you in those tight little shorts. It’s a miracle I didn’t tear them off hours ago.”
Ms. Valentine’s gaze turned heated, matching his own. Reaching out, she stroked his cheek, her expression indulgent.
"I wore it for you—the top too. Or did you think I usually go around dressed like that?"
Jack didn't say anything, simply bringing his lips closer to hers until barely a finger's width separated them. He held that position a long few seconds, letting the anticipation build. Then he kissed her.
It started off simple. Just lightly touching, holding her chin and tilting her head to one side. He enjoyed the faint scent of apples coming from her hair.
Ms. Valentine's eyelids fluttered, her long blonde eyelashes reflecting the scattered beams of sunlight. Throwing one arm around his neck, she returned the kiss.
Emboldened, Jack upped the intensity. The other girls had been, well... more innocent, so he hadn't wanted to go too far. This time, however, he used a little tongue, running his along the inside of her lip. She responded enthusiastically, leaning herself against him, pressing her scarcely-clad chest against his own.
Jack's hand snaked upward, pinching the strap of her green bikini-top between his fingers. He pulled on it.
"No~..."
Ms. Valentine complained coquettishly, not sounding like she was really against it.
His lips curving against hers, he lowered her feet back onto the riverbed. Her head only came to his chest.
"Come on, it's just getting in the way."
"You're a really bad guy, you know that? You should at least let a girl preserve some modesty."
Jack laughed, his other hand drifting lower, down her thigh and circling inward. His fingers continued toward a certain spot...
Ms. Valentine twitched, her breath hitching. She held a fistful of his hair, her nails scratching his scalp. She didn't push him away.
Jack didn't stop his movements, tightening his grip on her top at the same time. He lightly bit her lips before pulling back, staring into her eyes.
"Are you going to hold onto that the whole time? I can't wash you like this."
Her gaze was dreamy, letting out a soft moan. Her body swayed in rhythm with the movement of Jack's hand.
"Ah, you're... really good at this. Had some... practice, did you?"
Jack didn't say anything, using his mouth to smother her voice. His fingers continued working their magic on Ms. Valentine's bare pussy. He didn't necessarily prefer it that way, but she was clearly meticulous about grooming. His thumb drew circles around her happy button, his index applying a little pressure. Judging by her expression, she was loving it.
They stood like that a long few minutes, making out while he gradually brought her to climax. Jack was watching for when it happened—the tell-tale stiffening, her chewing on her lips while letting out a low groan. 

When she did, he took advantage of the opportunity, yanking her biki top away. Her incredible tits were finally exposed to the air, easily too big to fit in his hands. Running one hand down from her neck, he sunk his fingers into a soft-yet-firm breast. He lightly tweaked her pale-pink nipple, drawing a dove-like sigh from the gorgeous woman.

When she was done cumming, breathing unevenly into his neck, he ended the kiss. He stared intensely into her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Ms. Valentine ran her tongue along one flower-petal-like lip. She didn’t say anything, but her expression told him she was more than happy with his proposal.

Feeling a surge of heat in his chest, Jack drew her closer, holding her tightly against him. Her all but crushed her body against his. At some point, his cock had escaped from his boxers, sandwiching between her legs.

Reaching down, Ms. Valentine circled her hand around his erection, provoking a grunt from him. She looked at him lustfully, her pupils dilated.

“So fucking big… I can’t believe you’re going to shove this monster inside me.”

His already thin restraint weakening further, Jack claimed her lips again, the two of them practically trying to outdo each other in their displays of passion. Her dirty talk made his cock throb, feeling like it grew another inch. Which guy wouldn’t love that kind of compliment? That said, it wasn’t entirely untruthful. His parents might’ve run out on him, but at least they’d given him some amazing genes to make up for it.

Giving her clit one last squeeze, he moved his grip to underneath her thigh, lifting her leg and spreading her for him. Their difference in height forced her to stand on her toes, the tip of his thick cock aiming at her defenceless womanhood. He slowly pressed into her.

Properly feeling his size for the first time, Ms. Valentine’s eyes widened. Just getting the head past her slit was proving to be a struggle.

“Oh my god… I was right about you. Paula’s going to be so fucking jealous!”

Jack chuckled, briefly holding that position. He could feel her velvet pussy stretching around his cock, struggling to accommodate him. If he wanted to, he could use her weight to force himself inside, but there was no rush.

He gave her a brief peck on the lips before pulling his face back.

“You two were gossiping about me?”

Ms. Valentine groaned, twitching around him.

“Yes! We checked you out, so we knew you were huge. She wanted to have sex with you first, but I’d called dibs.”

Hearing this confession, he fought back his grin. Two smoking-hot bitches wanted to fuck him, to the extent they were practically fighting over it. How could he not love it?

“Oh? How exactly did you check me out?”

“Your bulge. Duh.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Is it that obvious?”

Ms. Valentine rolled her eyes, though it was unclear if they weren’t just rolling into the back of her head from pleasure.

“Ah, yes. Fuck! Don’t just stand there. Screw me!”

Jack didn’t oblige, simply savouring the moment. His eyes trailed downward, going from her face to her tits, and her toned abs below. He was a little regretful that he couldn’t see the rest of her, but there was nothing to be done. Doing it on the grass with rocks and soil under them simply wasn’t going to work. Hopefully there was a guesthouse on the island…

Ms. Valentine pulled him out of his thoughts by running her hands over her skin, cupping her flawless breasts. Making a show of it, she massaged them slowly.

“You like them, huh? I’m not surprised. I know men can’t keep their eyes off these titties.”

When Jack’s cock throbbed again, somehow getting even bigger, she giggled.

“I’ll take that as I yes. I hated how big they were as a girl. They made it annoying to move around, and constantly having to buy new underwear was a pain. I came around to like them eventually, though.”

Squeezing them from base to nipple, it almost looked like she was trying to milk herself. Jack found it incredibly hot.

“That’s it, big boy.  I know you love looking at them. Keep those eyes on my boobs while you fuck me. Do it!”

His eyes briefly flicked to her face before retuning to her breasts, watching as she massaged them, her slender fingers digging into her pale skin.

“You’re a real slut, aren’t you? Initially, I believed you when you said you didn’t flirt with just anyone, but I’m starting to have my doubts…”

Ms. Valentine’s lips twisted, flicking her head to get her short, blonde hair out of her face.

“And I thought a hunk like you would be more confident. Did you seriously expect me to be a virgin? And why bring this up now?”

Jack lips curved into a smile. There was a mocking element to it. Truthfully, he himself was a virgin—in this life, at least. And he hadn’t exactly been stacking his bodycount in the last one. If he wasn’t so damn bottled-up, he’d have wanted to pop his cherry together with Vivi—or a certain red-haired navigator… That said, he wasn’t willing to wait any longer. This chick would have to tide him over until then. He was way too horny.

Moving his other hand under her, he gripped her other thigh, lifting it as well. Squealing, Ms. Valentine was forced to stop her antics, throwing her arms around his neck so she didn’t fall over backwards. She was lifted into the air, her entire weight pressing against Jack’s cock. Still, he kept it at her entrance, going no deeper.

“All guys lack confidence in this particular area—don’t let them tell you otherwise. We all want to give it to our girls better than anyone else they had before…”

He brought his face closer again, kissing her briefly.

“…but that gets more difficult the more guys they slept with. Maybe I can outcompete five guys. Ten, even. But twenty? Thirty? More? I’m not that arrogant. There are some things I know I’m not that good at.”

Ms. Valentine’s eyes widened, looking at him incredulously.

“Thirty? What the fuck? What do you take me for? I’m not a prostitute!”

Jack laughed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I know you’re not. I guess I just have some hangups.”

Hearing that, the annoyance quickly faded from her expression. She looked at him with a hint of sympathy.

“Some girl did you dirty, huh? Who’s the bitch? Tell me, I’ll deal with her for you.”

While speaking, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back. She tilted her chin upward, kissing him on the jaw. She tried for his cheek next, but Jack intercepted her mid-way, interlocking their lips.

When their make-out session ended, he whispered in her ear.

“Forget about that. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I promised I was going to fuck you until you were too sore to stand. I hope you’re ready for it.”

Ms. Valentine grinned wickedly.

“Then don’t just talk about it, do me! I know I’m going to fucking love it.”

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