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Lemon Saga: Interludes
By : Watchop
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Chapter 8:
Foundational Fruit: Hana-Hana
One-Shot
OC
(Roughly 895 Years Prior to the Present)
[Holy Land Mary Geoise]
Inside the room of an elegant castle atop the highest point of the world on the planet's lone continent heavy female groans could be heard.
On all fours, muffling her screams into a pillow, a young, strikingly attractive blonde woman was roughly being taken from behind.
"Aaaaagghhh! Mmmmmaaaa…MASTER!" Screamed the woman, the being behind her taking a fistful of her golden locks, ripping her mouth from the pillow, and pulling her deeper into every thrust. Her back arching like a bow as it drilled into her.
The creature was objectively male with six arms and three heads that grunted in effort as he pulled her close while his additional limbs molested her.
His pelvis smacking loudly against her before the center head grunted, increasing the woman's howls.
The slick, wet slurping sound of him filling her cunt clearly audible.
The woman's face twisted into a quiet scream before she lost her strength to support herself.
Collapsing face first onto the bed, her body a twitching, exhausted mess next to the pile of over a dozen equally beautiful woman in various states of unconsciousness that littered the large mattress.
Cracking his neck in relief the male didn't give his exhausted lovers a second glance. His form shimmered before his body began to morph, losing its additional parts and reverting into a standard human form. Getting out of the bed he took a moment to appreciate his handsome visage in a nearby, brushing a lone golden lock from his face. The blonde male adorning a long, extravagant robe before walking out the door.
Sitting on an elaborate chair at the head of a massive dining table with the sun shining down from the elaborate stained glass ceiling windows the former King of Dressrosa and current head of the royal bloodline was Alonzo Donquixote.
His long blonde curls hanging down to his shoulders and framing his sharp, aristocratic features as the man ate his breakfast. The man surrounded on all sides by even more beautiful women of various shapes and sizes that filled the remaining table seats. Each beauty adorned in equally skimpy maid uniforms that accentuated their impressive figures.
Enjoying the exquisite cuisine the royal reflected on his current state in life. While the former king would always have a soft spot for his homeland of Dressrosa his new home of Mary Geoise suited him perfectly. This holy land at the very top of the world far above the rising ocean tides and filthy commoners a fitting reward for their well deserved victory against their mortal enemy.
That accursed kingdom lead by that laughing fool had been frighteningly powerful and through 90 years of bloody war their royal alliance had proven victorious.
'If only grandfather and father were here to see this.' Alonzo thought reminiscing on his forbearers. Both of the former Donquixote heads having been slain. A sense of pride building in him at the fact he had been the one to achieve their long fought dream, taking his once noble bloodline to new heights.
No longer nearly kings but now Celestial Dragons that held this world in their mighty grip.
Smirking Alonzo brought a goblet to his lips, savoring the taste of the high class liquor on his tongue while he cut into his juicy steak.
The sight of the additional limbs holding onto said goblet and cutting into his meal that now sprouted from the table completely ignored by the servants, scarlet blushes dusting their cheeks as they looked down submissively.
Smiling at his extra limb the Donquixote took a moment to appreciate his ability. A spoil of war from their century long conflict the Celestials had collected a bountiful harvest of their enemies so called "deviled" fruits. The prospect of obtaining one of the unique abilities that made their enemies so formidable far too good to pass up for the noble. The known drawback of losing his ability to swim that struck fear into the majority of his fellow Celestial's was utterly unimportant to him.
'The growing waters of the world could never reach heaven anyway. A god is untouchable.' Alonzo ranted internally before he clinched his fists against the table cloth (1).
A groan of pleasure coming from the noble's throat before the equally erotic moans of his seated servants filled the room, followed by a low but discernible swallowing noise.
Standing up from the table, ignoring his half eaten meal, the Donquixote head pulled back the long cloth hanging off the table's edge, revealing the source of said noises.
Kneeling between the man's spread legs was another of his dutiful servants. While the woman was unquestionably beautiful currently she was an absolute mess.
The once elegant features of the redhead servant were completely covered under a thick layer of his cum. Only one of her bright blue eyes visible under the heavy mask of his release. Her mouth opened wide as her small pink tongue swam in the virtual ocean of sperm that filled her mouth.
Enjoying the erotic sight of his lowly servant struggling to swallow his generous gift the noble dragon took in the entire picture. In the background of the overwhelmed woman the bare slits and asses of the other maids could be clearly seen. The seats of the woman stained with more of his spunk trickling from their battered cunts.
The equally spent copies of his cock currently filling their slits disappearing in a flourish of petals. The lack of a barrier causing the steady trickle to become a heavy flood that left visible puddles under each seated maid.
Crinkling his nose at the pungent smell of musk and sex coming from underneath the table Alonzo let the cloth drop. Paying no mind to his overwhelmed lovers the noble didn't even bother closing his robe, his thick member swinging proudly between his legs.
"Excuse me Master." A quiet, feminine voice said.
Getting his attention the Donquixote looked at the face of his head maid. Her neutral face completely unmoved by the sexual debauchery in front of her.
"It's high noon Master. You advised me to remind you to water the garden." The maid advised with a bow.
"Is it? Time really does fly. Thank you Greta." He responded with a laugh. The happy noble walking out of the room, his devoted servant following behind.
While the former king found great enjoyment in the colonization of this new Holy-Land he couldn't deny the one aspect of his former home that he greatly missed, the agriculture. While he had no love for the tiny subhumans native to Dressrosa he couldn't undersell the dwarves innate talent to grow the most beautiful foliage. The relative lack of vibrant greenery forced the Donquixote to adapt; the anthopile becoming a different type of collector.
"Agghh!"
"HMMGGHHHH!"
"Mmmmppffhhh!"
Behind two opposite pans of clear glass, divided into clear sections were the fruits of Alonzo's new garden.
A multitude of women, completely devoid of clothes, hung from the ceiling hooks that were attached to intricate patterns of their robe bindings. The artistic bondage not only keeping the women upright but shamelessly highlighting all of their womanly assets.
Passing by a particularly lovely "flower" of his Alonzo stared lustfully at his favorite Pitcher Plant. The woman was relatively small with her torso barely reaching his stomach. The only reason the noble was able to see her eye to eye being her extremely long neck currently writhing in his grip. A perfect copy of the noble stood behind the slave. Completely nude and currently spearing the petite Snakeneck woman's cunt as he choked her. Her muffled groans and wheezing seemingly only encouraging his copy to pound her even harder.
Her voice raised and eyes rolled into her head as she was forced through a powerful orgasm. His perfect clone covering her open mouth with his hand, a visible bulge forming in her cheeks and inside her throat as it grew another copy of his phallus from its palm.
Not to far from the woman another slave girl being thoroughly "watered" by her master. The treasured Mighty Oak of his collection; a female giant (2). Her full height making her upturned horns scrape against the ceiling. Her dark skin and numerous tattoos covered by miles of interconnecting rope; her huge blue breasts lifted and separated by the rough fabric. The twin orbs were currently being groped by an enlarged pair of Alonzo's hands while an even larger imitation of his cock protruded from the ground, the gigantic column wedged between the fat globes of the Giantess' ass. Any slight slouch in the large woman's posture only furthering the rough sodomy she was made to endure.
The forced masochist screams of the two were mirrored throughout the room. Captured slave girls of a multitude of colors and creeds all captured, singular flowers for the mad king's garden. The once free women transformed into simple sexual outlets for the one man orgy the Celestial Dragon had become since obtaining this new power.
While the cumulative pleasure from each copy would be enough to melt a lesser man's brain from pleasurable overload to the unquenchable depravity of Alonzo Donquixote this was only a light snack.
Out of all the beautiful flowers in his collection Alonzo could say definitively that Greta was his favorite. One might find this odd at first glance given Greta's rather plane features. Standing at the average height (5'6) for a human female with low-cut brown hair, small mousey features, and modest curves the Head Maid was at best cute if not utterly unmemorable. He'd heard on more than one occasion the quiet chuckle of his fellow Celestial's at his maid's expense. Subdued mocking and boasting comparisons with the more exotic maids, slaves, and courtesan's of their own harems.
Alonzo could only laugh at those fools. The simple idea of them believing that a man of his own sophistication and taste would settle with keeping around such a woman without a reason was both idiotic and insulting.
Lying nude on the impossibly soft mattress of his favorite, ornate bedroom and surrounded by the several reflective mirrors that covered each wall Donquixote Alonzo could only smirk as he saw her place her delicate right hand on her face before she began to transform.
Greta's pale white skin began to darken into a warm brown color, her once brunette hair becoming a mane of flowing white hair, and a large pair of raven-black wings grew from her back.
Licking his lips Alonzo's member hardened at the sight of Greta's new Lunarian body. Her once form fitting uniform tearing at the seams to contain her growing body. The now 15ft tall woman's clothing now in tatters as her new powerful and curvaceous body stood before him (3). A plume of fire sprouting from her collar.
"Is this form to your liking Master?" Questioned the maid, her neutral expression classing heavily with the woman whose face originally belonged to.
"Absolutely." He answered with a positively wicked smile on his face.
Those infernal race of, admittedly beautiful, beasts who'd originally inhabited this new holy land had been incredibly difficult to eradicate and he felt no great sympathy in their deaths however the collector in him was always saddened at the lack of survivors. The proud Lunarians choosing to die fighting than to surrender and live as humble servants to the new rulers of this world.
'Oh well. Having a perfect copy of the original is still better than having nothing at all.' Alonzo thought as he looked up into Greta's beautiful new red eyes.
Extending his closed fists Alonzo summoned multiple arms from the ground and on her body. The limbs reaching out, tearing away what remained of her clothing and possessively groping every curve of her body.
Suspended in mid-air, the faux-Lunarian's body all but swaddled in the cloned arms of the aristocrat, Donquixote Alonzo tightened his grip on his maid's wide hips as he thrusts into her.
"Aaaahhhh! Master! You're so big!" She praised her ruler as he hilted himself in her muscular ass before hitting his climax.
"Aaaggghhhh…" Greta exclaimed, her moans being silenced when an exact copy of the king forced his member into her mouth.
The tight grip of his fists in her matted white locks, her lips pressing firmly against his pubes before her throat was drenched in his seed.
The maid's instinctual gurgling and gasping for air through the thick load currently choking her completely ignored by the original Donquixote. The Celestial Dragon palming and spreading her now bruised and purple ass as he watched the steady stream of his cum drip between her legs.
'I wonder if this form of her's is completely functional?' He mused, images of his own army of halfbreed Lunarians forming in his mind (4).
Chapter 8 End
(1)- I assume no two users of a particular devil fruit use it the same way so Alonzo would take a different stance from Robin when focusing his powers.
(2)- From what we know Giants looked different in the past than in current timeline. Ancient demonic looking Giants like Oars & Oars Jr. seemed to be the standard compared to the human-like Giants of Elbaf we see today.
(3)- Link to what her Lunarian form looks like: Joyboy meets Lunarians Fanart btw CTTO #Akasha
(4)- This is an honest question I have in terms of the Clone Fruit. I assume that when taking on the male form your DNA would be that of the male you turned into so in theory the same should apply for females. However would the "mother" half of the kids DNA still be of the cloned person if the user changed back during the pregnancy? Idk I'd love it if someone dropped their thoughts in a review.
Another short but sweet Foundation Fruit chapter in the books. Definitely struggled with finishing this one but I'm trying to stay consistent this year.
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Lemon Saga: Interludes	By : Watchop Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lemon Saga: Interludes