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Chapter - 129 A god and his devoted sluts.
🕑 Added 2025-04-18 20:24:38 +0000 UTCImpel Down loomed on the horizon like a titan rising from the depths. A fortress of steel and stone, its towering structure stretched nearly ten stories above the sea, yet the vast majority of its mass lay hidden beneath the waves—dark, mysterious, and formidable.
Known throughout the world as the Underwater Prison and the Great Prison, Impel Down stood as one of the three pillars of government authority in Paradise, alongside Marine Headquarters and Enies Lobby.
It was the World Government’s final vault—a maximum-security prison where only the most dangerous, notorious, and irredeemable criminals were confined.
It had stood undisturbed for centuries, a silent testament to the World Government’s grip on order and fear. Unbreakable. Unshakable. Eternal.
At the colossal iron gate stood the current warden, Tanya, a tall, imposing man with sharp features and eyes that missed nothing. His uniform was pristine, his long coat fluttering in the sea breeze. Beside him stood his two apprentices, Magellan and Shiryu—both still in their early days as assistant wardens, yet already exuding a heavy, intimidating aura.
Magellan’s face was calm but stern, his towering frame dwarfing most men. Shiryu, on the other hand, stood with one hand resting lazily on the hilt of his sheathed sword, a faint smirk playing on his lips as his eyes gleamed with restrained violence.
The trio stood at the head of a long line of marines and prison guards, all lined up in perfect formation along the dock. The sea breeze carried the sharp scent of salt and iron, the waves gently lapping against the hull of the approaching ship.
A marine scout with a den-den mushi stepped forward, saluting sharply.
"Warden Tanya, the Celestial Dragon’s ship has arrived. Preparations are complete."
Tanya gave a small nod. His voice was steady, but carried the weight of command.
"Let no one make a mistake. This is not a guest. This is a god walking among us. Show the proper respect, or suffer the consequences."
He glanced briefly at his apprentices.
"Magellan. Shiryu. You’ll greet him at my side."
Magellan nodded without a word. Shiryu chuckled softly and muttered under his breath,
"Tch... a child playing god. Let’s see what kind of devil wears silk today."
Tanya didn’t respond, but the flicker of warning in his eyes silenced any further comment.
With the ship slowly docking, tension settled over the gathered soldiers like a thick fog. All eyes turned toward the deck, where Saint Lakeman was about to make his appearance.
And so they waited—still as statues, breath held, eyes forward—ready to greet the Celestial Dragon, Saint Lakeman.
Lakeman gazed calmly at the entourage assembled to welcome him as his ship slowly docked at the port of Impel Down.
“Prepare the stairs,” he commanded, his tone casual yet absolute.
The CP guard immediately bowed and departed. Moments later, a metal staircase was connected from the ship’s deck to the prison ground.
Lakeman stepped forward with leisure and grace, descending the stairs without hurry. Behind him followed Nico Robin, Boa Hancock, Lily, a group of maids, and several guards—all in perfect formation, like a procession of royalty.
At the foot of the staircase stood Warden Tanya, flanked by Magellan, Shiryu, and rows of saluting marines and guards. As Lakeman approached, Tanya bowed deeply.
“Greetings, Saint Lakeman. Welcome to Impel Down. We are honored by your presence,” Tanya said solemnly. The others followed suit, bowing in unison.
Lakeman let out a soft chuckle.
“Rise. I’ll be staying here for a while. If you all keep bowing every time you see me, you’ll exhaust yourselves. No need for such formalities every time.”
Tanya straightened up, relief faintly flickering across his face. “Of course, Saint Lakeman. We’ve already arranged everything for your extended stay. Your residence and personal needs have been fully accommodated for the months to come.”
“I shall take you to your quarters first. You must be weary after such a long journey,” he added, his tone respectful and flattering as he gestured forward.
With Tanya leading the way, Lakeman and his entourage entered the great prison. Along the route, Magellan took charge of assigning guards and maids to their respective quarters with the assistance of other officers.
Meanwhile, Tanya personally led Lakeman, along with Lily, Hancock, and Robin, to a lavish, palace-like villa constructed deep within the prison—specifically on the Fifth Floor, known ominously as Freezing Hell.
This floor was infamous for its unbearable cold. Snow fell constantly in thick flurries, and the freezing air sliced through flesh like knives. Many prisoners on this level had long since frozen to death, making it one of the most hostile environments in all of Impel Down.
The moment they stepped inside the villa, the warmth of the interior clashed sharply with the icy dread outside. Heated walls, plush carpets, glowing crystal lights—it was clear no expense had been spared.
“Saint Lakeman,” Tanya began nervously, “this villa was constructed hastily under your orders. If anything is not to your liking, please command it to be changed. I’ll see to it immediately.”
He hesitated, then added, “Though, if I may be so bold, I still hope you might reconsider residing here. The upper floors offer a far more comfortable environment for living…”
Lakeman’s eyes slowly swept across the elegant interior, his expression unreadable as the snowstorm howled just beyond the thick, reinforced glass.
“It’s good enough,” Lakeman said casually, his sharp red eyes sweeping across the villa's decadent interior. “We’ll be living here.”
He turned slightly toward Tanya. “You can go now. Leave the key to the elevator—sixth floor. Eternal Hell.”
Tanya hesitated for the briefest moment, heart pounding in his chest.
‘Should I say something? Warn him? The Eternal Hell… no one walks there unguarded…’
But fear quickly smothered reason. He dared not question the Celestial Dragon. One misstep, one wrong word, and his life could be forfeit. Quietly, he took out the ornate silver key and offered it with both hands.
Lakeman accepted it without a glance, and Tanya bowed low before quickly excusing himself from the freezing floor.
As the great villa doors closed behind him, silence returned.
Lakeman stretched languidly, his robe hanging loosely over his muscular form. He turned toward Hancock with a playful smirk.
“It’s freezing here, Hancock. Make me hotter.”
Her cheeks flushed at the command. “Yes, Master.”
With graceful steps, she walked forward and gently shut the main door, sealing them inside. Slowly, deliberately, she loosened the knot of her robe, allowing the silken fabric to fall to the floor with a soft whisper.
Her flawless, pale skin shimmered under the dim golden lights of the villa. Her full breasts swayed gently with each step as she approached him, her long black hair cascading behind her like silk.
As she reached him, she didn’t speak. Her hands glided over his chest, sliding beneath his clothes, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. She undressed him piece by piece, her fingers grazing every inch with reverence. Every motion was an act of devotion, every glance filled with longing.
Once his clothes were gone, she pressed her bare body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her breath warmed his ear as she whispered, “Is it hot enough now, Master?”
“Not even close.”
Without another word, Lakeman scooped her into his arms and carried her to the massive bed draped in crimson silk. He laid her down, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body.
Her legs opened for him instinctively, her body already burning with need. He climbed over her, and pushed his hard dick inside warmth of her pussy as their bodies colliding in a storm of hunger and lust.
The bed creaked under the rhythm of their debauchery, her moans echoing off the frosted walls of the villa. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
“Aaahh”
Pah
Pah
“Mmh”
Moments later, soft footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Robin entered first, her sultry gaze locking with his. She wore nothing, her slender, curvaceous figure already flushed with anticipation. Her raven hair framed her face, her violet eyes gleaming with heat. Behind her came Lily, silver-haired and radiant, her hips swaying as she walked.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. This was their place—at their master’s side, in his arms, under his will.
Robin climbed onto the bed, pressing soft kisses down Lakeman’s chest while Lily straddled him from behind, her hands massaging his shoulders, her breasts pressed against his back, massaging him. He was surrounded, bathed in the heat of their flesh, in touch, in surrender.
Three hours passed in a blur of passion and pleasure.
“Aaah, Master.”
Pah
Pah
“Umm”
Smack
The room echoed with the sharp sound of flesh against flesh, moans rising and falling like waves in a storm. The bed sheets were soaked in sweat, the air thick with the musky scent of their coupling.
Hands roamed, tongues explored, bodies intertwined in endless combinations as Lakeman ravished each one of them—sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely, always with complete control.
By the end, Robin lay across his chest, her breath shallow. Lily curled at his side, her silver hair spread over his stomach, while Hancock rested on his arm, her eyes closed, a faint smile on her lips. Their bodies trembled with lingering ecstasy, their skin glistening.
Later, they moved together into the massive heated bath.
Lakeman sank into the hot water, relaxing as the three beauties gently joined him. The bath was like a sacred ritual. Robin washed his arms with soft cloths scented with jasmine, while Lily knelt between his legs, massaging his thighs, and took his cook deep in her throat, gently massaging it. Hancock pressed herself against him from behind, her large breasts pressing against his back as she rubbed them against him and nibbled at his ear.
They took their time. There was no rush. Only touch, pleasure and worship.
After bathing, the girls dried him with thick, warm towels before dressing him in a regal robe of black and gold. They remained naked, water still dripping from their curves, their skin flushed from both heat and arousal.
He watched them as they dressed, eyes trailing across their glistening forms, amused by how divine they looked when soaked, tired, and yet still willing to serve.
A knock broke the silence.
Guards entered briefly, pushing in several ornate tables covered in steaming platters. They bowed silently and departed, leaving behind a feast worthy of royalty.
Lakeman dined with Robin, Hancock, and Lily by his side. They laughed quietly, feeding each other between bites. They were hungry—ravenous. Hours of lovemaking had drained them, and now, they feasted like beasts recovering after a hunt.
Once they were done, personal maids came in with practiced grace. They cleared away the dishes, replaced the sheets, and set the room for the evening again. Then they retired quietly to the maid's quarters connected to the villa.
Night fell.
And once more, the villa lit up with the melody of sin.
Lakeman dragged all three girls into the sheets, their bodies wrapped around him like vines clinging to a tree. He didn’t hold back this time.
Their moans turned to screams, cries of pleasure that shook the walls. The villa rocked with their unrelenting passion. The sheets were torn, the bed groaned beneath their weight, and the air grew humid and hot.
They didn’t sleep until nearly four in the morning.
By then, the villa had descended into silence. Lakeman lay at the center, eyes closed, lips curved in satisfaction. Robin rested her head on his chest. Lily’s arm lay draped across his waist. Hancock clung to his side, her breathing soft.
And so, beneath the icy prison of Freezing Hell, where death and silence reigned…
A god and his devoted sluts lay tangled in the warmth of their pleasures.
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