Chapter 46: A Delayed Punishment (2)**
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The sea was tranquil, with occasional aggressive waves. Near the shore, a circular ship lay docked, and it gently swayed with the sea’s rhythm.
The susurrus sound of the sea made harmony with the chirping of birds; birds that were returning to Jaya island, after being scared away by the earlier skirmish.
All that sound, yet they faded away if one would walk further inside the docked ship. Instead, their ears would have been blessed by the soft and lustrous whimpers of a soul-quivering voice.
The source of the voice was one of the few bedrooms within this ship. It was a room that apparently belonged to one of the now-deceased female members of the crew, guessable by all the feminine accessories in there.
“Mhmn~”
Inside the very pink-ly decorated room, was an equally girly bed. On top of the bed, a scene was unfolding that would catch anybody’s eyes.
A blonde woman, wearing pieces of jewelry across her body, lay on top of the bed.
She moaned and quivered on her spot, owing to the man who was above her. His hands pushed down her arms above her head, and his lips kissed her delicious nape, earning reactions that were most feminine of her.
Hashirama pushed down Mikita and kissed her most honest body parts.
“Oh god- S-stop~”
Mikita moaned out a plea.
Contrary to that, her hands behaved in a different manner entirely— they freed from Hashirama’s pin, and pulled his body closed, hugging his back.
“Mhm~ I haven’t showered in a few days. I was locked, you know~? I-I should take a shower first, right?”
Hashirama bit down and sucked the thin skin of her neck. A hickey was left behind, and only after that did he raise his head to look at her face.
“You’re right, you’ve been locked.”
Hashirama said, looking curious.
“You don’t smell, don’t worry. Maybe it’s because you were in a forest? But in whatever case, you smell like flowers instead.”
“Mm…”
Mikita was blushing. Putting the back of her hand over her mouth, her eyes wandered around the room as she failed to look at his face.
“I see. I… still wanna take a shower.”
“Ah. No problem, it’s alright.”
Hashirama was okay with that.
So he grabbed her by the waist… and then gently threw her soft body over his shoulders.
“Let’s go and shower together.”
“H-huh- Wait- What-”
Mikita could only yelp in confusion, while Hashirama walked to search for the bathroom's location, with her on top of his shoulders.
….
The bathroom was found after just half a minute's search. It was a pretty large facility and wasn't as bad as Hashirama expected from a pirate ship.
At the very least, the Bellamy Pirates reinforced their ship well. Hashirama had to admit.
"Um, Hashirama…"
Hashirama ignored whatever Mikita was saying, and created a clone. He didn't use any hand seals this time.
The clone simply rose from his shadow, moved to turn on the water tap of the bathtub, and then walked back to take Mikita from the Main's hands.
"Hey, this is getting more confusing by second-"
Mikita continued speaking, while the main Hashirama started to take off her clothes. Since the clone held her in the air, it was easier to take her clothes off.
The clothes fell to the floor, and with that, the clone gently lowered her into the tub.
The clone walked into the main, as it merged, and then Hashirama took off his own clothes.
Mikita stayed silent in the tub. She could only stare with her eyes gradually growing, as he took off his clothes.
His rightly compact muscles were slowly revealed, his abs causing her eyelids to flutter. At last, when he took off his pants, her eyes rose to her forehead when she realized the true size of the bulge under his pants.
"...Oh fuck."
She cursed softly, while her eyes numbly followed him moving into the tub. Only when he was already in, did she realize they were sharing a bathtub together.
"...."
Mikita blushed. A lot more than she already was. While he sat down on the other end of the tub.
The two were suddenly staring at each other. An awkward silence filled the room, until Mikita moved on her own to go… and sit between his hips.
"Then, I will be taking this seat… if you don't mind."
She said and sat down. Hesitating, her back gently leaned on his chest.
"Why will I mind?"
Hashirama asked from behind. His hand reached out to push her short shoulder-length hair to the side. His lips then moved to gently smooch her neck blade.
With his arms moved to wrap around her belly, he pulled her closer. Doing so, he felt her soft and fat ass cheeks sandwich around his cock.
"Mhmm..."
"You're not resisting anymore."
"Well… I am cleaner now. Why will I resist?"
"True."
Hashirama turned her chin around and caught her lips for the second time today. Except for this time, the kiss was deep and Mikita returned it to the fullest, too.
The kiss lasted, continuing sloppily, and it soon became clear to him that she wasn't really experienced in this.
That was slightly surprising.
Hashirama would have believed that she was a slut, if anyone told him so. But perhaps she didn't want anyone to find out her sadomaso personality— or maybe she just never found a good match for her weird ass. Whatever the case, the truth was that she was still an unbloomed flower.
"Haaah…"
The kiss ended for a brief instant that she used to take a deep breath. Then, she caught his lips on her own.
As she was turning her neck back to kiss, her hands moved above to wrap around his head. For better grip.
In the meantime, Hashirama's own hands began to move too. His right hand moved to cup her right breast, earning a soft whimper from her. At the same time, his left hand moved to trail down her clit and into her pussy.
"Nghng…!"
Mikita's body twitched on his grasp. His right arm wrapped around both her breasts; simultaneously the two middle fingers of his left hand gently slipped into her cunt.
Hashirama could feel her flesh clutch around his finger. Her tight virgin pussy sucked on his fingers, and the suction only intensified when his fingers began to tease her insides.
"Has- Hashirama~!"
She moaned out his name and pulled his head for the deepest kiss until now.
….
After the deepest kiss ended, Mikita twirled her body around. Even as he had his fingers inside her, she turned her body in a 180° manner between his lap.
Now, she was facing him. Her knees were between his hips.
The sight was fascinating, her submerged body seemingly gleaming thanks to the sunlight coming from the window. Mikita was looking up at him with an expression so cute that she didn’t deserve it. Her beauty was only amplified by the wavering and glowing water.
Her eyes asked for Hashirama’s permission, and when she received it, she moved her knees on top of his strong thighs.
Mikita gently grabbed his cock and positioned it beneath her cunt. Then, she descended on top of it.
The water splashed; just as a moan slipped past her lips.
"F-fuckh~ It's huge-!"
Her pussy was stretched to its limit. Mikita abruptly grabbed the side of the tub, to hold her body in place. Because it felt as if it would break…!
Grunting a little, Hashirama grabbed her waist and pushed it down.
Mikita's eyes widened, and her lips shook to let out a screech. Her pussy was stretched to its deepest part thanks to his cock that hit her at the entrance to her womb.
Mikita's hands wrapped around his head and her flesh clenched hard around his cock. Mikita was being penetrated, while her soft ass rested on his lap.
Hashirama hugged her waist and kissed her chin.
"...Fuck you… bastard… it… hurts…"
Mikita cursed him with a tomato-like face, while he smirked at her.
"It's supposed to be a punishment, did you forget?"
"Ugh…"
Feeling pity at her state, seeing blood painting the water red, Hashirama channeled [Mystic Palm] chakra to his cock. He controlled the flow just enough that it didn't heal her hymen, as that'd only be more painful to her. It was just enough that she would feel better.
"Mmhm…"
She pouted a little, realizing what he was doing.
"W-weirdo. Why were you so aggressive to begin with if you were gonna heal me?"
"It's fun seeing the bits of pleasure hidden behind your pained face."
Hashirama chuckled and kissed her before she could say anything as a counter.
While kissing, he grabbed her waist and raised it up. He pulled her down too, allowing her to moan inside his mouth.
As she pulled him closer, Mikita's nimble arms were around his neck.
His hot cock felt like melting thanks to the heat of her cunt, and she too felt the same way.
He felt gentle goosebumps around his thighs. Due to her fat ass continuing to descend on them.
She had lowered her weight, enough that he didn't get hurt, but not entirely zero. She could tell that he loved her soft and heavy ass crash down on his thighs.
"Mhm-mhmm!"
Suddenly, she moaned sharply in his mouth. Her inner thighs suddenly clenched harder than ever, and then love juice erupted out of her. The liquid washed over his cock, and his cock seemed to react with it.
As if a pump, his cock twitched and then burst out hot semen inside her.
"M-mh-"
Mikita tried to cancel the kiss so that she could moan properly. However, Hashirama didn't let her.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, locking her arms under his, and continued kissing her roughly. All the while his seeds were injected into her, causing her to feel a burning sensation. As if he was engraving a mark inside her body. A mark that said she now belonged to him.
When the kiss finally ended,
"Ha…aaaah. Fucker."
She pushed down to kiss him again.
Just like that, the morning ended and noon began. While these two horny birds lost themselves in ecstasy.
…
Sadly, Mikita's stamina had a short cap. At one point in the noon, her hunger got relieved and she was left satisfied.
However, due to the massive amount of chakra her partner had, she didn't get to enjoy even the shortest break.
The sound of whimpers and moans lasted until the moon was a full circle in the dark night.
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Chapter 46: A Delayed Punishment (2)**
—
The sea was tranquil, with occasional aggressive waves. Near the shore, a circular ship lay docked, and it gently swayed with the sea’s rhythm.
The susurrus sound of the sea made harmony with the chirping of birds; birds that were returning to Jaya island, after being scared away by the earlier skirmish.
All that sound, yet they faded away if one would walk further inside the docked ship. Instead, their ears would have been blessed by the soft and lustrous whimpers of a soul-quivering voice.
The source of the voice was one of the few bedrooms within this ship. It was a room that apparently belonged to one of the now-deceased female members of the crew, guessable by all the feminine accessories in there.
“Mhmn~”
Inside the very pink-ly decorated room, was an equally girly bed. On top of the bed, a scene was unfolding that would catch anybody’s eyes.
A blonde woman, wearing pieces of jewelry across her body, lay on top of the bed.
She moaned and quivered on her spot, owing to the man who was above her. His hands pushed down her arms above her head, and his lips kissed her delicious nape, earning reactions that were most feminine of her.
Hashirama pushed down Mikita and kissed her most honest body parts.
“Oh god- S-stop~”
Mikita moaned out a plea.
Contrary to that, her hands behaved in a different manner entirely— they freed from Hashirama’s pin, and pulled his body closed, hugging his back.
“Mhm~ I haven’t showered in a few days. I was locked, you know~? I-I should take a shower first, right?”
Hashirama bit down and sucked the thin skin of her neck. A hickey was left behind, and only after that did he raise his head to look at her face.
“You’re right, you’ve been locked.”
Hashirama said, looking curious.
“You don’t smell, don’t worry. Maybe it’s because you were in a forest? But in whatever case, you smell like flowers instead.”
“Mm…”
Mikita was blushing. Putting the back of her hand over her mouth, her eyes wandered around the room as she failed to look at his face.
“I see. I… still wanna take a shower.”
“Ah. No problem, it’s alright.”
Hashirama was okay with that.
So he grabbed her by the waist… and then gently threw her soft body over his shoulders.
“Let’s go and shower together.”
“H-huh- Wait- What-”
Mikita could only yelp in confusion, while Hashirama walked to search for the bathroom's location, with her on top of his shoulders.
….
The bathroom was found after just half a minute's search. It was a pretty large facility and wasn't as bad as Hashirama expected from a pirate ship.
At the very least, the Bellamy Pirates reinforced their ship well. Hashirama had to admit.
"Um, Hashirama…"
Hashirama ignored whatever Mikita was saying, and created a clone. He didn't use any hand seals this time.
The clone simply rose from his shadow, moved to turn on the water tap of the bathtub, and then walked back to take Mikita from the Main's hands.
"Hey, this is getting more confusing by second-"
Mikita continued speaking, while the main Hashirama started to take off her clothes. Since the clone held her in the air, it was easier to take her clothes off.
The clothes fell to the floor, and with that, the clone gently lowered her into the tub.
The clone walked into the main, as it merged, and then Hashirama took off his own clothes.
Mikita stayed silent in the tub. She could only stare with her eyes gradually growing, as he took off his clothes.
His rightly compact muscles were slowly revealed, his abs causing her eyelids to flutter. At last, when he took off his pants, her eyes rose to her forehead when she realized the true size of the bulge under his pants.
"...Oh fuck."
She cursed softly, while her eyes numbly followed him moving into the tub. Only when he was already in, did she realize they were sharing a bathtub together.
"...."
Mikita blushed. A lot more than she already was. While he sat down on the other end of the tub.
The two were suddenly staring at each other. An awkward silence filled the room, until Mikita moved on her own to go… and sit between his hips.
"Then, I will be taking this seat… if you don't mind."
She said and sat down. Hesitating, her back gently leaned on his chest.
"Why will I mind?"
Hashirama asked from behind. His hand reached out to push her short shoulder-length hair to the side. His lips then moved to gently smooch her neck blade.
With his arms moved to wrap around her belly, he pulled her closer. Doing so, he felt her soft and fat ass cheeks sandwich around his cock.
"Mhmm..."
"You're not resisting anymore."
"Well… I am cleaner now. Why will I resist?"
"True."
Hashirama turned her chin around and caught her lips for the second time today. Except for this time, the kiss was deep and Mikita returned it to the fullest, too.
The kiss lasted, continuing sloppily, and it soon became clear to him that she wasn't really experienced in this.
That was slightly surprising.
Hashirama would have believed that she was a slut, if anyone told him so. But perhaps she didn't want anyone to find out her sadomaso personality— or maybe she just never found a good match for her weird ass. Whatever the case, the truth was that she was still an unbloomed flower.
"Haaah…"
The kiss ended for a brief instant that she used to take a deep breath. Then, she caught his lips on her own.
As she was turning her neck back to kiss, her hands moved above to wrap around his head. For better grip.
In the meantime, Hashirama's own hands began to move too. His right hand moved to cup her right breast, earning a soft whimper from her. At the same time, his left hand moved to trail down her clit and into her pussy.
"Nghng…!"
Mikita's body twitched on his grasp. His right arm wrapped around both her breasts; simultaneously the two middle fingers of his left hand gently slipped into her cunt.
Hashirama could feel her flesh clutch around his finger. Her tight virgin pussy sucked on his fingers, and the suction only intensified when his fingers began to tease her insides.
"Has- Hashirama~!"
She moaned out his name and pulled his head for the deepest kiss until now.
….
After the deepest kiss ended, Mikita twirled her body around. Even as he had his fingers inside her, she turned her body in a 180° manner between his lap.
Now, she was facing him. Her knees were between his hips.
The sight was fascinating, her submerged body seemingly gleaming thanks to the sunlight coming from the window. Mikita was looking up at him with an expression so cute that she didn’t deserve it. Her beauty was only amplified by the wavering and glowing water.
Her eyes asked for Hashirama’s permission, and when she received it, she moved her knees on top of his strong thighs.
Mikita gently grabbed his cock and positioned it beneath her cunt. Then, she descended on top of it.
The water splashed; just as a moan slipped past her lips.
"F-fuckh~ It's huge-!"
Her pussy was stretched to its limit. Mikita abruptly grabbed the side of the tub, to hold her body in place. Because it felt as if it would break…!
Grunting a little, Hashirama grabbed her waist and pushed it down.
Mikita's eyes widened, and her lips shook to let out a screech. Her pussy was stretched to its deepest part thanks to his cock that hit her at the entrance to her womb.
Mikita's hands wrapped around his head and her flesh clenched hard around his cock. Mikita was being penetrated, while her soft ass rested on his lap.
Hashirama hugged her waist and kissed her chin.
"...Fuck you… bastard… it… hurts…"
Mikita cursed him with a tomato-like face, while he smirked at her.
"It's supposed to be a punishment, did you forget?"
"Ugh…"
Feeling pity at her state, seeing blood painting the water red, Hashirama channeled [Mystic Palm] chakra to his cock. He controlled the flow just enough that it didn't heal her hymen, as that'd only be more painful to her. It was just enough that she would feel better.
"Mmhm…"
She pouted a little, realizing what he was doing.
"W-weirdo. Why were you so aggressive to begin with if you were gonna heal me?"
"It's fun seeing the bits of pleasure hidden behind your pained face."
Hashirama chuckled and kissed her before she could say anything as a counter.
While kissing, he grabbed her waist and raised it up. He pulled her down too, allowing her to moan inside his mouth.
As she pulled him closer, Mikita's nimble arms were around his neck.
His hot cock felt like melting thanks to the heat of her cunt, and she too felt the same way.
He felt gentle goosebumps around his thighs. Due to her fat ass continuing to descend on them.
She had lowered her weight, enough that he didn't get hurt, but not entirely zero. She could tell that he loved her soft and heavy ass crash down on his thighs.
"Mhm-mhmm!"
Suddenly, she moaned sharply in his mouth. Her inner thighs suddenly clenched harder than ever, and then love juice erupted out of her. The liquid washed over his cock, and his cock seemed to react with it.
As if a pump, his cock twitched and then burst out hot semen inside her.
"M-mh-"
Mikita tried to cancel the kiss so that she could moan properly. However, Hashirama didn't let her.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, locking her arms under his, and continued kissing her roughly. All the while his seeds were injected into her, causing her to feel a burning sensation. As if he was engraving a mark inside her body. A mark that said she now belonged to him.
When the kiss finally ended,
"Ha…aaaah. Fucker."
She pushed down to kiss him again.
Just like that, the morning ended and noon began. While these two horny birds lost themselves in ecstasy.
…
Sadly, Mikita's stamina had a short cap. At one point in the noon, her hunger got relieved and she was left satisfied.
However, due to the massive amount of chakra her partner had, she didn't get to enjoy even the shortest break.
The sound of whimpers and moans lasted until the moon was a full circle in the dark night.
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