One Piece : Start As Celestial Dragon And Take Down Hancock-Chapter 139: Shakky’s Surender. Ultimate Orgy Night. (R-18)

Slurp

Slurp

For more than ten minutes, Shakky worked diligently—her soft, wet lips sliding along his shaft, her tongue wrapping around the base with practiced finesse.

Each time she plunged down, her throat tightened like a vice, clenching around him with skilled pressure.

Ghlkk.

Slurp.

Ghlkk.

Her black hair bounced slightly with each bob, saliva mixing with the remnants of last night's debauchery, coating his cock in a slick sheen of warmth and submission.

Lakeman groaned low in his throat, fingers tangled in her damp hair as he pushed her deeper.

"Aah... drink it all, bitch," he growled.

With one final thrust, he held her head in place and erupted inside her throat.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Thick, scalding seed flooded her throat in powerful waves.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Shakky swallowed it all, her throat contracting greedily until the very last drop was drained. Only then did he release his grip.

She pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean with practiced calm, her gaze clear and unwavering now—free of any turmoil or resistance.

Her thoughts were sharp, deliberate.

'I will be his loyal slut from now on. I cannot risk the destruction of Amazon Lily. And as a pirate... It's natural to follow the strong. Just like I once followed Rocks... and Rayleigh. Now, I belong to Saint Lakeman.'

'He's no ordinary man. He's a Celestial Dragon, a noble. His strength rivals—or even surpasses—that of Rocks himself. Becoming his slave might be degrading in name... but in reality, it may bring great benefit to both me and my people.'

A slow, confident smile curved her lips as that conclusion solidified in her heart.

She rose gracefully from the bed, her naked body marked all over—bite marks on her neck, her breasts, her thighs. Dried and fresh cum streaked her stomach, her hips, her legs.

Trails of thick white fluids still leaked from both her holes, trickling lazily down her inner thighs as she walked with quiet pride toward the bathroom.

Her bare hips swayed with a sensual rhythm as she glanced over her shoulder at Lakeman, who remained lying back, basking in the aftermath.

"Won't Master like some hot bath?" she said bluntly.

Then she stepped inside, and soon the sound of water filling the tub echoed softly from within.

Lakeman chuckled. That defiant woman from yesterday was long gone.

He followed her into the bathroom.

There, under the steam and heat, he took her again—harder than before. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against the marble, taking her soaked body with renewed hunger.

Her moans bounced off the tile walls, mixing with the sound of splashing water as he claimed her once more.

Only after emptying another load deep inside her did they relax into the bath together.

Shakky washed him carefully, her touch reverent, her eyes gentle. When they emerged—still naked, water dripping down their flawless, glistening skin—they looked like a scene carved out of lustful royalty.

Meanwhile, Stussy still slept on the bed, her body marked with bruises and hickeys, the proof of a day and night of indulgence.

"Wake her up," Lakeman said as he dried himself. "After she washes, have her come with you to my villa."

With that, he left Shakky's bar and returned to his private mansion.

Evening at the Villa

As he stepped inside, the scent of fresh food and flowers welcomed him. In the living room, three stunning figures were already lounging on the plush sofa—Hancock, Robin, and Lily.

They had clearly finished their training. Their hair was brushed, their skin glowed from fresh baths, and their bodies were draped in loose silks that did little to hide their curves.

They were chatting softly, but their eyes lit up the moment they saw him.

"Hey, sweeties," Lakeman said as he sank onto the central sofa, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Did you all miss my touch last night?"

He snapped his fingers, and one of the maids immediately rushed to bring food and drinks into the room.

He continued casually, stretching his arm over the couch.

"I was a little busy... conquering the former empress of Amazon Lily. She's Hancock's predecessor. And now... she's my obedient slut. Just like you little minxes."

Hancock's lips curled into a playful, intrigued smile.

"Then Master must try a combination. Her and me—together. I want to see what the previous empress is capable of."

Lakeman laughed low, sliding a hand under her silk robe.

His palm molded around one of her perfect breasts, fingers kneading the softness as he leaned in and whispered against her ear.

"I accept the challenge."

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Dinner was a feast—lavish and indulgent, just like everything in Lakeman's life.

The long table in his private villa was adorned with steaming platters, rich fruits, and sparkling wine, but it was the women seated around him that truly satisfied his appetite.

Hancock, ever confident and provocatively poised, sat beside him, feeding him bites from her own fingers.

Robin, elegant and calm, spoke little, but the way her eyes watched him—glowing with restrained hunger—said more than words.

Lily, his silver-haired maid, hovered close by, her large, soft breasts brushing against his shoulders as she refilled his wine or wiped his lips clean, her body pressed into him whenever she had the chance.

Their silks grew looser as dinner progressed—straps slipping off shoulders, legs draping across his lap.

Lakeman's hands were never still: fondling Hancock's smooth thighs under the table, toying with Robin's inner folds, or palming Lily's full breasts when she leaned in to serve.

By the time the dishes were cleared, the wine had flushed their cheeks and loosened their tongues.

"Master..." Hancock purred, her breath warm against his ear, "I want you now. Right here."

Lakeman chuckled. He leaned back, arms spread along the couch behind them.

"You'll all serve me right here then. Strip."

Silk slid to the floor like petals falling.

Night of Lust in the Living Room

Moans began echoing moments later.

Pah

Pah

"Ooh"

Hancock straddled him, her firm ass bouncing with each plunge of his cock into her soaked cunt. Her hair swayed, sweat glistened on her spine, and her large breasts heaved as she rode him with fiery dominance.

Robin sat behind him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips trailing kisses along his neck while her hands squeezed and teased his chest.

Occasionally, she'd lean forward to kiss Hancock, their tongues dancing as they shared his taste.

Lily knelt between his legs, licking his balls and occasionally sucking Hancock's juices from the base of his shaft whenever she lifted her hips.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of Hancock's ass meeting Lakeman's thighs echoed off the marble walls.

"Ahh... Mmmhh... Master..."

Hancock cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust up into her from below, each impact shaking her to her core.

Schlk. Slrk. 

Slap. Slap.

The rhythm built. Their bodies clashed in perfect, carnal harmony.

Lily climbed up next, her soft, milky body sliding down on his cock while Hancock kissed her passionately.

Robin sat on his face, moaning deeply as his tongue worked between her folds. Their cries grew louder, more desperate.

Stussy and Shakky's Arrival

Just outside the grand living room entrance, two new figures arrived—Stussy and Shakky.

Freshly bathed, their skin glowed under the hallway lanterns. Shakky wore a deep red robe that barely clung to her curves. Her skin was still marked with fading hickeys and dried traces of their earlier bath. Stussy, wearing a tight silk slip, had a flush across her cheeks, anticipation bubbling in her eyes.

As they approached, the moans reached their ears.

"Ahhh... Master! Harder—please! I'm gonna... aahh—!"

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

Slrp. 

Schlk.

The unmistakable sound of wet skin pounding against skin echoed through the ornate doors.

Stussy halted, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"They've already started," she whispered, biting her lip.

Shakky stood beside her, silent, eyes narrowed as she listened.

She could hear Hancock's sharp cries, Lily's breathless moans, Robin's soft, sultry gasps... all blending into a chorus of lust that radiated from inside.

Her heart raced. Her thighs clenched slightly. The same heat she thought she had released earlier began pooling again deep inside her.

Stussy leaned close and whispered in her ear.

"Shall we join our master?"

Shakky exhaled slowly... then nodded.

Without knocking, they pushed open the double doors.

Slap. Slap. 

Slrk. Schlk.

Moans curled through the air like smoke—rich, decadent, and intoxicating. The living room had become a temple of carnal worship, with Saint Lakeman enthroned in the center.

Hancock straddled him again, her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her back arched as she rode him hard, her heavy breasts bouncing with every slap of their bodies. Her long black hair clung to her slick back, and her sapphire eyes fluttered as she moaned out—

"Ahhh... Master... yes... just like that!"

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

Slrrpp.

Each thrust echoed off the walls, mingling with the sounds of wet skin colliding and gasping breath.

Her ass clapped down onto his thighs with such force that her juices splattered down his cock and onto the couch beneath them.

Robin knelt behind Lakeman now, her soft hands caressing his shoulders and chest, her lips alternating between his earlobe and the nape of his neck.

Occasionally, she leaned down to suckle Hancock's nipples from behind, moaning as they kissed passionately over Lakeman's mouth.

Lily, ever the eager maid, lay beneath them, her face buried between Hancock's thighs, licking up the mixture of juices as they dripped down with every bounce. She slurped greedily.

Slrp. 

Llllk. 

Mmhph.

"Delicious..." Lily murmured between licks.

Lakeman grinned, his arms wrapped around Hancock's waist as he began pounding up into her from below.

Thrust. THRUST. THRUST.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Aaahh—! Yes! Harder—fill me! Please, Master!" Hancock cried out, clawing at his chest.

Two figures stepped inside, silhouetted by the soft golden glow of hallway lanterns.

Stussy—hair immaculate, lips curled in sly amusement, eyes glinting with excitement.

And beside her... Shakky.

Her dark hair was brushed out, her red silk robe barely hanging off her marked, still-recovering body.

Bite marks and faded bruises painted her skin like battle medals. Trails of dried and fresh fluids still clung to her inner thighs, a faint reminder of the punishment her body had endured earlier.

But there was no hesitation in her step now.

As they stepped into the room, the decadent symphony of moans and flesh slapping grew louder.

Slap. 

Schlk. 

Slrrrp. 

Moan. 

Moan.

Hancock arched, Lily moaned, Robin gasped—and at the center of it all sat Saint Lakeman, grinning like a dark god amidst his harem.

He turned his head lazily as Stussy and Shakky approached.

"Well, well. Did the music draw you in?"

"Master," Stussy purred, already slipping the strap of her dress from her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her flawless, creamy breasts. "We thought you might be... thirsty again."

Shakky said nothing at first. Her eyes scanned the room, pausing on Hancock's trembling form as she rode Lakeman's cock. She watched Robin's soft lips on his chest, Lily's mouth busy licking up his shaft when Hancock rose.

She let the robe fall.

Her bare form gleamed under the chandelier—still sore, still used, but standing proud.

She stepped forward.

"Master," she said calmly, her voice firm yet sensual, "shall I join the others and serve properly tonight?"

Lakeman's grin widened.

"On your knees. Both of you."

Stussy dropped without hesitation, crawling on all fours toward Lakeman. Shakky followed, her thighs sticky, her face flushing with heat.

As Hancock lifted herself slightly, gasping for breath, Stussy replaced her—licking around the cock that had just been inside the Empress, cleaning every trace before swallowing it whole.

Slurp. 

Glck. Glck. Glck.

Lakeman groaned, one hand on Stussy's head, the other guiding Hancock to Robin's waiting mouth.

Robin pulled Hancock in with a kiss, moaning as their tongues tangled.

Shakky positioned herself beside Lily, spreading her thighs and presenting her glistening pussy to Lakeman. She looked up at him as she sank to all fours, ass high, face flushed.

"Use me, Master. However you wish."

He didn't wait.

He stood, pulled Shakky beneath him, and drove his cock deep into her already loosened asshole.

SHLP. SHLP. 

SLAP. SLAP.

Shakky's moans filled the room.

"Ahh—yes... yessss, Master...!"

He fucked her with ruthless rhythm, balls slapping her clit as her juices poured out freely. Lily came behind her, licking the mess that spilled from her hole as Lakeman plowed her.

Stussy now straddled his face, moaning as he devoured her pussy with violent hunger.

Lick. 

Slrp. 

Mmmhh.

Robin lay beneath Hancock now, tongue deep inside the Empress while fondling her breasts. Lily spread Robin's legs wide and began licking her folds, sharing moans with every stroke of her tongue.

Bodies twisted and tangled. Tongues met. Flesh clashed. Fluids smeared across skin. The room was filled with the chorus of moaning sluts, all surrendering themselves to one man.

Slap. 

Slrp. 

Ghlkk. 

Moan. 

Squelch.

Saint Lakeman stood tall, cock glistening, as he conquered them again—one by one, then two at a time, then all together.

The grand living room had become a den of sweat, moans, and flesh—pillows thrown aside, silk rugs crumpled beneath trembling knees, and bodies tangled in endless lust.

Saint Lakeman moved among them like a god of carnal wrath, sculpting their pleasure and submission with every thrust, slap, and groan.

He stood tall behind Shakky, who was bent over the armrest of the velvet couch, her ass arched high, her back glistening with sweat.

He gripped her hips and drove into her again and again, his cock pistoning in and out of her wet, stretched pussy.

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

Schlk.

"Ahh! Master—haaah—you're splitting me...!" she cried, her fingernails digging into the couch cushions, body jolting with every impact.

Meanwhile, Lily lay on her back beneath them, her legs wrapped around Robin's neck as Robin licked and sucked her wet folds with slow, teasing licks.

Slrp. Slrp.

 Mmhmm.

Lily moaned sweetly, hips trembling, her hands running through Robin's dark hair.

On the table, Hancock was on all fours, her breasts swaying beneath her, mouth open wide as Stussy held her hair and fed her Lakeman's cum from earlier—scooping it with her fingers and pressing it past her lips.

"Drink it all. You're not going to be an empress anymore... just another one of Master's obedient toys," Stussy whispered.

Hancock blushed but obeyed, her tongue greedily lapping it up.

Behind her, Robin switched places with Lily and mounted Hancock's back, her arms wrapping around her waist as she rubbed her soaked pussy along her rear, both of them moaning into each other's necks.

Wet flesh. 

Slapping. 

Groans. 

Cries of surrender.

Lakeman turned Shakky over, threw her legs over his shoulders, and began fucking her harder in a mating press. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed deep, stretching her more than she thought possible.

Thrust. Thrust. 

Slap. Slap.

"Master! I'm cumming! Again—again!" she screamed.

He didn't stop.

He grabbed Lily and forced her mouth over his balls as he plowed into Shakky. Robin mounted his face again, sitting astride and grinding down as he devoured her with obscene hunger.

Glrk. 

Slrrpp. 

Glck.

Every woman took turns—on his cock, on his tongue, under his hands.

He laid them in stacks, like a tower of trembling sluts. Lily on bottom, Robin above her, Hancock next, then Stussy, then Shakky—each one groaning, whimpering, crying as his cock plowed through them, pulled out and pushed into the next.

Slap. Slrk. 

Gush. 

Moan. Moan.

By the time they were all lined on the floor, legs spread, holes dripping, their minds had long melted into blissful submission.

Hours passed.

Lakeman took every woman to her limit and then beyond—each collapse only making him shift to the next.

Stussy's moans turned into hiccupping whimpers.

Hancock trembled with every breath.

Robin lay with her fingers still twitching.

Lily drooled slightly as her belly rose and fell in exhaustion.

Shakky was completely out, legs still twitching, her cunt gaping and leaking onto the marble floor.

Lakeman stood among their ruined forms, cock glistening, body shining with sweat.

He was still hard.

But now he was satisfied.

Morning — The Aftermath

When the sunlight slipped through the villa's high windows, it cast a golden hue across the floor. The room was a tableau of decadent beauty.

All five women lay sprawled across couches, tables, and pillows—naked, tangled together, their bodies painted in dried cum, bruises, bite marks, and scratches that told the story of a night lost to lust.

Shakky's thighs were stained with seed, her neck littered with deep red hickeys. Her lips were swollen, her breasts marked and gleaming.

Hancock had faint red lines across her hips and ass from Lakeman's grip, her nipples raw and erect even in sleep.

She lay curled against Robin, whose smooth belly was streaked with cum and handprints, her fingers still loosely holding Lily's hand.

Lily slept on her side, legs parted, face serene despite the dried mess between her legs.

Stussy lay closest to Lakeman, one thigh thrown across his waist, her breasts pressed to his side, her mouth curled into a satisfied smile.

Lakeman stirred first.

He sat up slowly, glancing around at his five obedient slaves—all used, marked, conquered.

And loved in his own way.

The scent of sex still lingered thick in the air.

He stood, stretched his muscular frame, and looked out the window at the rising sun.

Another day awaited.

And his harem would soon awaken, aching and dripping, wearing the proof of his domination like divine adornments.

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