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Deceivers Ch. 17 - Mission (nsfw)

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Chapter 16 - Newspaper

Chapter 18 - Patches

The banquet was great, just like the last one. It was loud and the small amount of alcohol you had been drinking soon had the desired effect.

You were jumping and dancing with the Kid Pirates, your newfound friends. Even Mammo was able to participate, without drinking of course.

Kid watched you like a hawk. On the inside he was so proud of you for drinking and laughing with his men, showing him how comfortable you were with the crew and the circumstances.

"How are we feeling about the noble lady doctor having amassed a way higher bounty than you?", Killer smirked under his mask, so only Kid could hear.

The redhead growled in disdain.

"It's fucking embarrassing but I blame this stupid Charlos guy. I have some unfinished business with this ugly scum anyways."

"Kid..."

"I know what you want to say. Don't", he commanded in a low voice, but Killer spoke anyways.

"You're not seriously implying that you would attack a world noble, right? Don't get me wrong, of course I'm in, I wanted to punch this bastard at the auction house too. But still, I'm glad that Strawhat beat me to it. The trouble isn't worth the short-lived satisfaction."

"How old are you, eighty?", Kid snorted, "what he did was unacceptable, and I will raise hell on earth if I ever meet him."

"What's more unacceptable? The bounty he put on (y/n) that's bigger than yours or what he did to her?"

Killer sounded as if he only wanted to tease Kid a little, but the captain knew that his first mate was worried that he would grow too soft because of you. He remained silent, staring at the empty bottle of rum in his hand.

He had a soft spot for you, but of course he would rather eat glass than admitting that to anyone.

The conversation the two men just held was far away from you. Your attention was with the crew members, who were all over the place. Everyone was celebrating you - you being a criminal - but it didn't matter anymore. You shouldn't have felt this comfortable in a group of drunk pirates, but you did.

Dancing made you tired and thirsty, so you plopped down on a bench with Flipper, Jonah, and the others.

"This is so much fun!", you cheered and wiped away a few strands of hair that got caught in your lashes.

"Who knew that women could be so cool", Jonah laughed, immediately earning a stern glance from you.

"Women are cool, you're just mad because you have never seen one up close", you shot back, and the other guys sucked in their breaths.

Jonah went red and looked at the floor, but you just started laughing. The two of you started bickering jokingly, while alcohol was poured en masse. You still had to get used to the taste and what it did to your body.

At first, you did a really good job knowing your limits and saying no from time to time, but it became harder with every glass you had. At this point, someone could have handed you dish soap, and you would've accepted the offer.

"God, my head hurts like hell...", you slurred, concentrating on rolling a strand of hair around your finger.

"Don't swear on heaven and hell at the same time, it's bad luck", Mammo told you, but you didn't get his sober thoughts and shrugged it off.

It wasn't the fact that your head hurt that you wanted to take a break from sitting with the guys. You desperately wanted to be with Kid right now. You were just longing for his touch and the warmth of his body.

Another by-product of your newfound drinking habits. While you still had been sober, you didn't dare speaking to him of your own accord today. It was simply because you weren't sure if he was mad at you about the bounty since he had ignored you the entire day. But now you didn't even remember why you initially avoided him tonight.

You excused yourself from the table and strutted towards the cocky redhead, who had watched you the whole time. He knew exactly what was up, and he raised a non-existent brow.

"Missed me?", he smirked, and you huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"What if?"

He pulled you onto his lap with one of his strong arms. The others at the captain's table were still there. Of course they were, but you couldn't really get used to the fact that there was always someone watching.

"What the fuck took you so long, mh?", he whispered into your ear darkly.

"I don't know", you slurred, "something about you being mad at me. I don't really remember."

You let your head fall on his chest, just to raise it again to look into his eyes, your vision blurry from the alcohol.

"Wait... are you mad at me?", you said with a shocked face.

He took in the sight of your glistening puppy eyes, so innocent and clueless. He supressed the urge to toy with you, you were drunk so you would probably start crying and he couldn't stand that.

"No."

You hummed and started stroking his bare chest with your fingers. You chuckled amusedly when he got goosebumps. He probably didn't even notice them, but it was one of the signs his body gave you to assure you that he liked you.

He looked down at your face with hooded eyes, an intense gaze lingering on your body. You shifted on his lap under his watchful eye and brushed past his dick with your ass. By accident? On purpose? Neither of you knew. He smirked like he always did, and you longed for his touch more and more.

While tiny sparks were flying between the two of you, the party was continuing behind you, with loud and coarse laughter filling the air.

At the same time in Mary Geoise, the Holy Land on top of the Red Line, nobody was in the mood for laughter.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the only noise being an occasional, drawn-out sniffling sound, as if a toddler with a flu was present. Nobody wanted to speak up.

A man suppressed a cough to avoid breaking the silence first, and suddenly, without any apparent reason, the sniffling toddler wailed and started hitting the table he was sitting at with his palms.

"Son, calm down, we will find your wife and then you can do with her whatever you want", Saint Rosward said.

"I want to skin her alive", Charlos answered in an annoyed tone, "and then frame the skin and hang it up in my room. Her head will be cut off and I want to put it up at our front gates."

"Don't you worry, my advisor said this marine team is the best for the job. They are really good at finding people."

"I want them to find her now!", he demanded and hit the table once again.

"They have to look first, son."

Charlos turned to the marines. He had wanted the entire fleet to look for that whore, but his father told him that the marines had other things to do as well. So, he had to be satisfied with the crew of only two ships dropping all their other tasks and duties specially to find the woman that had dared to flee from him.

He had lost two wives in that fateful night, one ran away and the other had to be punished for trying. Although it had been fun watching her being ripped apart by boars back home in Mary Geoise, it hurt him a lot. She had a great, voluptuous body after all, a great loss.

Now he only had twelve wives left, one less than his friend, and the woman, that nurse he claimed on the streets of Sabaody, had the audacity to tell him no, just because she was apparently engaged to someone else. He felt sorry for her when he shot her fiancé and then her, but she practically asked for it with her disrespectful behaviour.

Finding wife 14 - whatever her name was, his father would know since he requested the wanted poster – was the perfect opportunity to clarify who runs the world and who controls the fate of commoners. A pretty good reminder for all the other slaves in Mary Geoise, a good occasion to break their will further.

Charlos also donated a great sum to the auction house to get her, which made the situation even worse. He wanted the marines to find her, because then he wouldn't have to pay the bounty. It was peanuts for him, but solely out of spite he didn't want to give it to anyone who didn't deserve it. He imagined a commoner owning two billion bellies and shuddered. Money just wasn't for everyone...

"Excuse me, holy Saint Rosward, would you have another picture of the woman?", the captain of the marine crew asked, pulling Charlos from his thoughts, "my men haven't seen the wanted poster properly yet since we were in a hurry to get here after you called."

Rosward nodded his head and his advisor walked down the stairs that separated the world nobles from their visitors.

The marines passed the picture around, memorising the facial features of the tired looking woman. One of them stared at the photo a little too long and gulped visibly. He passed the piece of paper on to his mate with shaking hands, earning a confused look from him.

The strange interaction didn't go unnoticed. The marine captain and Saint Rosward caught up with his behaviour immediately.

"Whatever it is, contain yourself", the captain whispered in his subordinate's direction.

"Is there a problem?", Rosward barked loudly from his elevated seat, and the young marine flinched.

He shook his head rapidly, but the world noble stayed suspicious.

"Spill it or I'll shoot you!", Charlos shrieked and immediately pulled his pistol.

The marine struggled, and everyone in the room could tell. He wasn't very good at hiding it. He knew how impulsive Charlos was, and if he shot him that would just be it. If the world nobles don't get what they want, they take matters into their own hands.

The woman in the picture was his sister, who was nowhere to be found after pirates attacked his home island and killed his parents. This had been hard enough already, but now that he was seeing his younger sister on a wanted poster issued by the world nobles, everything made sense.

He wasn't only worried, he was angry and terrified as well. The woman Charlos wanted to skin alive was his baby sister, his treasure, and the only thing he had left in the world.

But what could he do?

"None of you move or you're next", Charlos sniffled and waddled down the stairs, stopping right in front of Tenmon, his pistol at the ready.

Without any warning, the world noble aimed his weapon at Tenmon's foot, and suddenly a loud banging sound ripped through the awfully quiet air.

The marine screamed in agony and bowed down to hold his foot, blood spilling out of the wound. His comrades flinched, but they weren't allowed to help him. Charlos would keep his promise, shooting them next.

He will kill me for real, Tenmon thought and tried to hold back tears.

"So?", Charlos asked, eagerly awaiting an answer.

"The woman you're looking for is my sister", he pressed out breathily, his voice broken. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he didn't dare to wipe them.

Regret and shame immediately hit him. He had just sold his sister to this monster to save his own skin, just because he was scared of the consequences. It was just a fleeting thought, he really wanted to regain composure, but not after Charlos showed how serious he was.

A dumbfounded look appeared on Charlos' round face, while Tenmon still pressed his hand down on his foot, the pain clouding his mind.

"Oh, my holy Charlos, this is great!", the noble yelled and jumped up and down.

Tenmon stared at the ground in defeat. It had always been the same, his entire childhood was him being scared of things while his younger sister took every matter into her own hands. He never questioned their parents, but (y/n) had a mind of her own. She had the habit of pleasing everyone around her, without abandoning her own self. When he had enough of being a scaredy cat, he decided to join the marines. He wanted to do something that would make his family proud.

Soon he learned that being a marine wasn't all that glorious. A handful of his comrades and superiors were corrupt and lusted for nothing but power, the government was full of delusional politicians who knew nothing about actual problems of the people they governed, and the world nobles were the furthest from noble one could imagine.

He never told his sister, simply because he didn't want to ruin her. She was so happy growing up with a worldview that so many people were jealous of. He always thought it was better for her to know nothing that would shake the foundation of said happiness, so she could live her life in peace.

Now there was only regret.

"If she is your sister, you know where she is", Charlos stated.

"I'm so sorry, Saint Charlos, I don't. I haven't seen her since I left home for my last deployment", the marine croaked.

"Liar liar liar!", Charlos wailed and shook his pistol.

Before Tenmon could think about being shot, his captain cut in.

"Excuse me speaking, Saint Charlos, but my lieutenant isn't lying. He came back from home for his deployment six months ago and I have since worked with him every day."

Charlos scanned both their faces, and luckily the captain was able to keep a straight expression. It wasn't a lie after all, Tenmon didn't even get to leave for his sister's wedding because the news of her disappearance reached the base a day prior to his departure.

"Fine", the noble sniffled, "then you will make sure she comes to me."

Tenmon studied the floor with furrowed brows, suppressing the urge to cry again. This was the worst scenario possible, a trap with him as bait. His sister would surely fall for it, if she was still alive.

Charlos felt great implementing a plan to catch his slave, carried out by the marine troop under his watchful eye, with the slaves' brother as a part of all of it. A wide grin was plastered all over his stupid face and he hummed a happy little tune.

Tenmon's stomach sunk more and more on the way back to their base. He had wanted to give his sister a sign, a hint, anything that would prevent her from trying to find him, but he was too scared. Charlos' eyes had never left him while he made him write a note for the newspaper. He hadn't been able to assess the situation, so there was no hint after all.

When he had told his captain, he only said "luckily you didn't pull this, Charlos is a simple minded person, but he's not stupid when it comes to getting what he wants", so now he silently sat in his hammock, regret eating him up from the inside.

Naturally, he should give up his life to save his sister, this was his duty as an older brother. But it conflicted with his duties of being a marine. Then again, his sister wasn't even a criminal by the definition of common sense. Everyone knew that, but it didn't help. Usually this would be a job like any other, he would never complain. But this was different.

Tenmon put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes to push the tears back.

Hell, it was possible that his sister wasn't even alive anymore! The dreading uncertainty was stirring in his guts, and he felt like vomiting.

"This is so fucked!", he screamed suddenly and jumped of the hammock, storming out of the room in rage.

All of this happened far away from the Victoria Punk, where the banquet was still going on. Of course you were still on Kid's lap, snuggled up against his body.

Your eyes were slowly closing occasionally, but you were woken up every time Kid laughed, his chest shaking and his loud voice filling your ears. He had spread his fur coat over your entire body as soon as you started shivering after your body cooled down from all the dancing and partying. Now it was cosy, warmth radiating both from his body and his heavy coat, making you sleepier by the minute.

His left hand was always holding a bottle of rum, but his right hand had never left your body, until now. He slowly put it under his fur and continued holding you, but not without stroking your exposed thighs.

Gently at first, but then he grew impatient. He let out a quiet growl, grabbing it harshly, earning a small yelp from you. His rough hand kept massaging your thigh and he moved upwards slowly.

You could feel his dick twitching below your hip and you gulped, because you still weren't used to this. Besides, the whole crew was still around, some of them right next to the two of you. You wondered how observant they were and if they would look away... in case Kid would try something, which you hoped he wouldn't.

It was as if you could tell the future. Your eyes shot open when his hand reached under your skirt, pulling your pants aside slowly. He took a deep breath of relief while you held yours. He wasn't actually going to... right?

But then, in one swift movement, he pulled your pants away completely and his cold fingertips connected to your clit. You suppressed a whimper and hid your face in the thick fur, so the other men at the table couldn't see you struggling.

Moku told a funny story and Kid chuckled darkly, but you were sure that it didn't have anything to do with the story but more with him teasing you right on deck, the only protection from everyone's eyes being a layer of fur.

"Don't you dare falling asleep", the redhead whispered into your ear.

Two of his fingers were playing with your clit now, alternating between slower and faster strokes. It became increasingly harder to hold back small moans, so you hoped that the loudness of the music and the laughter on deck would do the rest. You didn't answer either because you were afraid your speaking voice would tell on you. Falling asleep wasn't in the cards anymore anyways.

He put down the bottle he had been holding and encircled your head with his other hand, pulling you as close as possible, his lips barely touching your ear.

"You're doing so well, struggling to keep quiet", he purred.

The wetness started pooling under his fingers and he hummed appreciatively, moving the pad of his index finger against your entrance. You moaned into his biceps, muffling the sound as much as possible.

"This is too easy sweetheart."

With that, he pushed two fingers past your dripping entrance. Your eyes widened with pleasure, then with worry, because what if the others could hear the squelching sound that your pussy produced with his fingers moving inside of you? Or what if the fur was moving suspiciously?

With a wide smirk, he pushed his fingers even further inside and you had to gasp. There was no time to worry about your surroundings, you had to concentrate to not let out a louder moan. Whimpering was the only sound you let escape from your mouth, although his movement against your clenching walls wanted to make you scream.

Was the alcohol in your system tricking you or was the fur threatening to slip?

"If you cum I will throw the coat away", Kid whispered into your ear huskily and with a shocked expression you clawed into his chest.

"Y-you wouldn't...", you managed to press out between quiet mewls.

"You wanna try your luck?", he answered sternly.

His eyes were fixated on your face, watching you ponder if he actually meant his threat, so he pulled at the fur just enough that you hastily shook your head. You hoped that your body wouldn't betray you, because his fingers just felt so good inside of you.

"Good girl", he hummed and kissed the shell of your ear.

The hand that wasn't attached to your pussy moved away from you to grab the bottle of rum again, and he took a big swig while his fingers still worked his magic inside of you. You could feel every inch of his calloused digits against your sensitive skin.

Time went by excruciatingly slow, and Kid didn't show any signs of exhaustion, unlike you. You whimpered into the fur as quietly as humanely possible. Kid was having way too much fun doing this, you thought. On the outside, everything looked normal. He was drinking, eating, and talking to his crew, as if he wasn't fingering you right in front of them.

A third finger started rubbing your clit and another wave of pleasure washed over you. Suppressing the urge to cum was hard, but you didn't want to give Kid the satisfaction, plus you were actually scared that he would expose you. The knot in your abdomen grew painfully.

"Is (y/n) alright?", Heat suddenly said with concern in his voice, and you held your breath in shock.

"She's sleeping", Kid just said, and Heat shrugged.

"Probably a bad dream then."

"Why don't you take her to bed?", Killer suggested. You shivered.

Oh my god, he knows!

With a dark chuckle, Kid put the bottle down and held your body and the fur with his arm, without taking his fingers out of your pussy. When he stood up and carried you towards the galley, a gust of air went past you and you felt the cold where the wetness pooled on the inside of your thighs.

"I held back long enough anyways", he growled annoyedly and pushed open the hallway door with his foot.

In a matter of seconds, Kid had thrown you on the bed and was pushing your face into the mattress. He had taken his fingers out of you and now he pushed your skirt up, exposing your ass.

"You seem impatient", you teased, earning you a harsh smack on your ass.

"Hey!", you protested, but Kid only crashed his lips on yours from behind. Your head was in an awkward angle, but the kiss felt too good to care. His soft lips connecting to yours was a pure bliss, making you shiver.

"Shut up", he mumbled into your mouth.

With a swift movement, he grabbed your pants and tore them apart (another piece of clothing ruined...) and you could finally moan out loud when he shoved his fingers into you once again. He spread them apart, coating everything with your juice before taking them out with a squelching sound.

You whined at the loss, but when you heard the fabric of his trousers rustling, you knew that something bigger than his fingers would fill you up soon enough. He grabbed you by the hips with both hands and pulled you towards the end of the bed, your legs now dangling over the edge.

You couldn't see what he was doing behind your back, you just felt him opening your legs by pressing his thigh between them. In a matter of seconds and without forewarning, he replaced his thigh with his hard dick and pushed it past your entrance and into your wet pussy, stretching you out inch by inch.

You gasped and moaned at the sudden sensation, it was still feeling unfamiliar, and it was still surprisingly big. The man towering over you released a breath he had been holding and started moving in rhythmic thrusts. The new position felt like he was impaling you, but he hit a sweet spot right away.

"Fuck I-", you started and gripped the sheets with both hands, a view that drove Kid wild. He watched your ass accompanying his thrusts and how you struggled to take him.

His grunts filled the room, nearly overshadowing the banquet that was still happening outside. You tried to keep your moans at bay, but there was no use. His movements were hard, but not too fast, so every time he hit your pelvis you let out a ragged moan until your throat went dry.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and turned your head to the side, forcing you to look at him. With a low grunt, he took in the sight of you, your eyes cloudy and your mouth slightly agape. He showed his signature smirk, knowing that he was the cause of that.

You whimpered almost desperately when you saw him fucking you this rough, so spontaneously and passionately. His brows were drawn together, and he bared his gritted teeth, only concentrating on filling you up.

His grunts and your moans synchronised, and he bend down so his stomach and chest were touching your back. The new angle made you scream in delight. He pushed your lower abdomen into the mattress, adding another sensation to the mix.

Unexpectedly, he wrapped one of his arms around you and started placing tender kisses on your cheeks before wiping a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead. You felt his movements getting sloppier, small moans escaping his lips occasionally.

With another few hard thrusts, he released himself inside of you and all of this sent you over the edge directly after him. You could feel his dick twitching inside your pussy, and the knot that had been building up since he started fingering you in his lap was snapping in your abdomen. The orgasm rippled through your entire body, starting from your core. You rolled your eyes back and felt your walls clenching harshly on their own. Whimpering, you clawed the sheets and contracted your biceps and shoulder muscles.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck", you murmured and closed your eyes, your breathing shallow.

Kid was still inside of you and his body weight on your back felt so comfortable, you could drift right to sleep. You also didn't feel that drunk anymore, just a little dizzy.

He pulled out slowly, earning a last whimper from you. Your pussy felt empty and cum was dripping onto the sheet.

"Turn around", Kid commanded, and you obliged.

He was towering over you, and you looked up at him with tired eyes. For the last few hours, you had been able to forget all your worries, and weirdly it was just thanks to him. His eyes trailed over your body, looking at your messed up outfit and make up, observing your heaving chest and shaky legs. He was very pleased with his work, it suited you so much.

You stretched out your arm and he looked at it confusedly.

"Come here you idiot, you can't take me like that and then just stand there", you said with a slight chuckle.

There it was again. This weird feeling he had, just like last time you had sex. He thought he would just drunkenly fuck you at a whim tonight, a little rougher and angrier than last time, and then he would go back outside to continue getting wasted, but he wanted to hold you again. Although he was sceptical and unfamiliar with this feeling, he moved towards you and encircled your body with his arms, pulling you as close as possible. It felt good. Warm and comforting.

Alcohol was forever after all, but maybe you weren't.

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