Free Web NovelChapter 196: Rayleigh breaks down, while Lakeman enjoys. (R-18)
The air tasted of copper and spent lust.
At the center of the marble floor, a single figure remained, broken in a different way.
Silvers Rayleigh lay in a crater of his own making, blood seeping from a dozen wounds, but the real damage was in his eyes. freeweɓnovel.cøm
They were shattered windows into a soul being flayed alive. His chest hitched with wet, ragged breaths, but his gaze never wavered from the tableau before him.
Lakeman stood over him, a statue of casual, brutal power.
He was naked, his body a carved testament to impossible strength, glistening with a sheen of sweat. And between his legs, on her knees with a devotion that bordered on worship, was Shakky.
The woman Rayleigh had searched for across years and seas, the sharp-eyed intelligence broker, Pirate Empress, he’d loved with a quiet, hopeless passion, now had her lips stretched around Lakeman’s cock.
Slurp. Slurp. Uuggh.
A low, rhythmic slurping filled the heavy silence, punctuated by wet gags as she took his cock deeper, her throat working visibly.
Her naked body, still magnificent, was a canvas of recent use. Milky cum leaked from her well-used pussy, a thin trail of it tracing down her inner thigh from her other, tighter entrance.
The smell of sex and sweat was thick around her.
Rayleigh’s jaw trembled. He tried to summon his legendary Haki, to move a single finger, but an invisible, suffocating weight pressed him into the stone.
Lakeman’s Conqueror’s Haki wasn’t a wave; it was the entire ocean, pinning him in place, forcing him to watch.
Lakeman didn’t even look at him. His hand rested atop Shakky’s black hair, petting her absently as one would a favored hound. His gaze was half-lidded, fixed on some middle distance as he enjoyed the sensation.
Slurp. Slurp.
"That’s it," he murmured, his voice a rough baritone that vibrated through Rayleigh’s bones. "Clean it all up. Good girl."
Ughh. slurp. Slurp.
Smack. Smack.
"That’s it slut, take it deeper." Lakeman commanded, as he pushed his cock deeper in her throat.
The slick, wet noises of her mouth, the soft slap of flesh as he guided her head, her choked, pleasured whimpers that spoke of a deep, addictive need.
Smack. Smack. Ughh. Slurp.
Rayleigh felt a tear trace a path through the blood and grime on his cheek.
It was not just for her, but for everything.
For Shanks, dead by this man’s hand.
For the other former crewmates—Jabba, Crocus, Buggy, and the others—who had answered his call for vengeance and are now dead. For the decades of freedom that had led to this helpless, humiliating end.
He’d come to Sabaody, to Lakeman’s private citadel, fueled by grief and a desperate, final hope.
The newspaper blurbs about the heroic Saint Lakeman slaying the evil Emperor Shanks had been propaganda, but the face was familiar.
He remembered, years ago, Shakky’s whispered fears about a Celestial Dragon named Lakeman who held the Empress Boa Hancock captive. She had wanted to act, then suddenly refused his help and vanished from Sabaody. The connection clicked too late.
All that searching, all that silent longing, and he found her here. On her knees.
A soft chorus of feminine sighs and giggles drew the edge of his vision.
Around Lakeman, Shakky, and broken Rayleigh, other women watched.
Nico Robin, her scholarly demeanor replaced by a heated gaze, her fingers tracing circles on her own bare thigh.
Mirana, princess of the noble Figarland family, was biting her lip as she watched.
Lily and others, all breathtaking, all wearing expressions of rapt adoration. They were in various states of undress, some already touching themselves, their eyes glued to their master and his kneeling servant. They were an audience to his execution.
Lakeman finally glanced down at Rayleigh, a smirk playing on his lips.
—-Pop.
He withdrew his cock from Shakky’s mouth with a soft pop. It glistened under the crystal light. He gestured lazily with his free hand.
"Makino. Come."
From the circle of women, a young woman with gentle green hair and a blush staining her cheeks stood. her body soft and inviting.
The other women cheered softly, calling encouragement.
"Go on, sister!"
"Pleasure our master!"
"Show the old fool what real devotion looks like!"
She came to Lakeman, then Makino knelt beside Shakky, her eyes meeting the other woman’s for a moment.
A silent understanding passed between them before Makino leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of Lakeman’s shaft.
Shakky moved to the side, licking and sucking at the heavy balls beneath, and the two women fell into a synchronized rhythm.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Muahhh.
Rayleigh’s breath caught.
He knew her, too, the sweet bartender from Fuschia Village. Shanks had spoken of her often, with a fondness that was almost shy. And now she was here, sharing a monster’s cock with the woman he loved.
Slurp. Slurp.
Smack.
Gawghk. Uuughhh.
The symphony of depravity grew more complex. The slurping doubled. Gagging sounds filled air as Makino, less experienced, took him too deep, tears springing to her eyes before Shakky soothed her with a touch, showing her the rhythm.
The slick, wet sounds of two mouths and tongues working over every inch of him. Lakeman let his head fall back, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
"Umm... good. So good."
His praise was like a drug to the watching women.
Their own ministrations grew more urgent, their breathing shallower. The air grew hotter, thicker with the scent of female arousal mixing with the iron tang of blood.
They had no shame, not here, not in front of this broken relic. He was already dead in their eyes; they were merely awaiting the final act.
Lakeman’s eyes, sharp and calculating despite his pleasure, found Rayleigh’s again.
He kept moving his hips in shallow thrusts against the paired mouths, his voice coming out in a moan that was also a lecture.
"Mmhh"
"The Roger Pirates... you had a genuine eye for quality. I’ll give you that." He thrust his cock deeper into Makino’s mouth, making her eyes water.
"No matter how pathetic, how disgusting your worm-like existence was... you always wanted the most beautiful women to suffer alongside you. A selfish, pirate impulse."
He tangled a hand in Makino’s green hair, his grip turning forceful. He pulled her head forward, hilting his cock in her throat in one smooth, brutal motion.
Smack.
Ughhh.
She convulsed, a choked gag stifled, her body trembling. He held her there, his own cock coiling as he felt the frantic fluttering of her esophagus.
"Look at her," he said, his voice tight with strain and pleasure.
"Makino. Beautiful. Caring. Kindhearted. She and her whole village were deceived by your Shanks. Lied to by his easy smile and his hidden past." He pulled Makino back, letting her gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his crown, before pushing her down again.
"When I found them, I simply... exposed the hypocrisy. Showed her the Celestial Dragon blood he hid, the chaos your crew’s legacy unleashed on the world. I killed Shanks and his crew right in front of her. And I saved her."
Cough....cough.
Gurgh.
Makino’s eyes, watery and dazed, met Rayleigh’s over Lakeman’s hip. There was no kindness in them now.
"She was his crush," Lakeman continued, his pace becoming more rhythmic, using her throat.
Pah. Pah.
—Smack. Slurp. Slurp.
"Deceived by sweet words. Once she saw his true face? She begged me. Right there in her little bar, with Shanks bleeding out on the floor. She begged me to fuck her senseless in front of him. For revenge."
"Aahhh, you bastard!" The roar was torn from Rayleigh’s throat, a raw, animal sound of pure anguish. He strained against the Haki, veins bulging on his forehead, but he was a fly in amber.
"How could you?! How could she?! You are all Devil."
"Aahhh, Makino... take it all in," Lakeman groaned, his body tightening. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
He held her head flush against him, and Rayleigh saw the man’s stomach muscles clench.
A series of deep, guttural pulses followed. Makino’s throat worked furiously, her swallowing audible—gulp, gulp, gulp.
Lakeman kept her impaled for a long moment before finally pulling free.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
The release of pressure made her cough, but she kept her mouth open, catching the final, thick ropes that splashed across her lips, nose, and closed eyelids.
–Huff. Huff.
She panted, painted white, a debauched masterpiece.
She leaned back on her heels, catching her breath.
Then, with a slowness that was obscene, she reached up and took his still-hard, glistening cock in her hand.
She rubbed it over her face, smearing the mixed fluids into her skin, coating her cheeks, her chin, her forehead. Her eyes, when they opened, were blazing with a hatred that locked onto Rayleigh.
"Shanks... that loser." Her voice was hoarse from abuse, but clear.
"How could he ever be compared to Master Lakeman? You, Roger Pirates... you started this. Your captain’s last words launched this Great Age of Pirates. How many millions have suffered because of the dreams you infected them with? How many villages burned, how many lives ruined, by men chasing a treasure you left behind?"
Shakky chose that moment to reclaim her prize.
She leaned in, her mouth engulfing Lakeman’s cock, sucking it clean from Makino’s grasp with a proprietary hunger.
Slurp. Slurp.
Makino pouted, the expression absurdly childlike on her cum-smeared face, before the hatred returned. She stood, her legs slightly unsteady, and walked toward Rayleigh.
He could only watch her approach. His head throbbed where it had been smashed into the floor, and blood trickled from his mouth—his teeth were broken stumps. His body was on the verge of failure.
She stopped over him. Looked down. Then she drew back her foot and kicked him in the ribs.
A sharp, cracking pain lanced through him. Before he could even grunt, she leaned down and spat.
The glob of saliva, tinged white and carrying Lakeman’s distinct scent, landed on his cheek and slid toward his ear.
"I loved seeing Shanks’s broken look," she whispered, her voice icy.
"When Master was pounding into my pussy, right on my own bar counter, and all that pathetic red-haired shit could do was watch me get claimed helplessly in pain, just as he watched his crew die. He told so many lies. Hid so much. A Celestial Dragon playing at being a free spirit? A fraud."
She drew her foot back and kicked his head this time. Stars exploded behind his eyes.
"How did it feel," she hissed, "charging in here like a hero, only to see Master filling Shakky’s pussy and ass with his seed? Hmm? I bet Shanks felt the same. How poetic. The young protégé and the old mentor... both dying after watching their women get claimed by a real man."
Rayleigh’s gaze, swimming with pain, drifted past her. Shakky had changed tactics.
She was on her knees still, but now she had her full breasts pressed around Lakeman’s shaft, her cleavage forming a hot, soft tunnel.
Swish. Shhh.
Squelch. Slurp.
She moved them up and down, her tongue darting out to lick the head each time it appeared at the top. Lakeman had his hands behind his head, watching the show, his hips thrusting in time with her movements.
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