Lance smirked and started lightly slapping Nami's flushed face with it, each wet hit leaving glistening streaks across her cheeks and lips, Nami moaned softly as her tongue flicked out to chase Lance's cock.
Grabbing her by the arm, Lance pulled her up, spun her around, and pinned her against the railing, her back pressed against the wood, her ass hanging just over the edge with the ocean wind brushing her skin.
Lance dragged his tip up and down her soaked lower lips, smearing her own wetness around until she was shaking, her thighs quivering as she tried to push back onto him, "Cheers to the first of many to come," Lance said with a cocky grin, and without any warning, he slammed forward in one brutal thrust.
Nami's scream ripped through the whole ship, her nails clawing into the railing as her whole body squirmed from the sudden shock of pleasure and pain, her pussy stretching around his thick cock.
Lance's hips slammed into hers over and over, Lance's cock pounding her cervix with every rough thrust, the wood beneath them creaking under the force, and her tits rubbed against his chest every time he drove into her, leaving streaks of sweat between them.
Her tits bounced with every hit, tears streaming down her face as her moans turned into sobbed gasps, begging for more and rougher between ragged breaths. Lance grunted and reached up to grab one tit, squeezing it as his thumb circled the nipple before pinching it between his fingers.
Lance fucked her without mercy, each thrust as deep as he could go before his cock kissed her cervix, her juices splattering across his thighs, and her pussy gripping him tighter as her climax built up again.
When her pussy walls finally clamped down around him, Lance grunted and drove himself in to the hilt, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her womb.
Nami's body convulsed as she came with him, squirting all over his legs while he kept his cock buried inside her, feeling her pussy pulse and milk him for every drop he had on his balls.
Lance stayed inside for a moment, savouring as the walls moved as if to suck him off, watching her tits rise and fall with each shaky breath, cum leaking from between her legs.
When Lance finally pulled out, cum gushed out of her gaping, reddened pussy, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the deck. Nami collapsed on the floor, trembling with her hair plastered to her sweaty face; her body twitched with aftershocks of a massive orgasm.
Lance looked down at her, admiring the mess he'd made, as semen mixed with the blood of a popped cherry, a lazy grin spread across his lips.
"Clean yourself up, I'm sleeping till tomorrow," Lance said, stretching as if he hadn't just fucked Nami half unconscious, and without much than another glance, he walked off toward the sleeping quarters, leaving Nami sprawled out naked on the deck, panting and soaked in sweat with his cum leaking out of her used pussy.
Lance arrived at the sleeping quarters and collapsed on the first hammock he found, his eyes shut immediately and his body melting into the soft sway of the ship, the faint creak of wood, and the crash of waves lulling him half-asleep, until the door hinges screeched open.
Bare footsteps padded across the floor, hesitant at first, then sure. A second later, he felt warmth press against his side, soft skin, damp with sweat.
Nami slid into the hammock, still completely naked, she pressed her tits against his ribs and threw an arm across his chest, her leg hooking over his thigh as if to claim her spot, like a cat.
"Couldn't sleep alone?" Lance mumbled half asleep, his voice thick with exhaustion and his eyes still closed.
"Just want to stay warm, captain," she whispered back, her voice soft and drowsy, breath brushing his neck before she nuzzled closer, her tits squishing against him as her body relaxed from a rough "exercise".
Lance grunted, barely awake, shifting just enough to give her space, his arm resting lazily over her waist, now their bodies fitting together naturally.
Within minutes, her breathing slowed into a quiet, steady rhythm, and his followed soon after, the hammock rocking them gently with the calm rhythm of the sea.
The following morning, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon when the Going Merry arrived in Loguetown's harbour with seagulls crying above the ship as the crew started to wake up, though one particular sound stood out from the rest, the wet sound of Nami's mouth working around Lance's cock
Lance was still lying sprawled on the hammock, with one hand behind his head and the other lazily holding Nami's orange hair as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, her throat bulging around half of his 11-inch cock, drool running down her chin and dripping into her tits, each sloppy pump echoing in the sleeping quarters.
"Mhhh... you are getting better in just a day," Lance said, half asleep, his voice was rough as he slowly woke up to the pleasure of a morning blowjob, pushing his hips up enough to make Nami gag, and feel her throat tightening beautifully around his cock.
Nami's hands gripped onto his thighs for balance as she pushed herself deeper, testing her limits, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the base every time she pulled off for air.
Once Nami felt Lance's cock twitch in her throat, she sealed he rlips thight and sucked harder, moaning as Lance grunted and bursted thick loads of cum straight down her throat, Nami happily swallowed every drop with some effort, cleaning him up with a few slow licks before letting Lance cock fall free from her lips, the head connecting to her due to a string of spit.
"Good morning, Captain," Nami said with a smug smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, to which Lance yawned and gave her ass a lazy smack, "You're learning fast," he said, smirking at her as she stood, her body still glistening faintly from sweat, "Now get your ass out there and get the outfit I told you about"
"Yes, Captain," she said happily, throwing on a loose shirt and some shorts just to walk through town, her pussy still faintly dripping cum as she made her way off the ship alongside the rest of the crew.
After everyone left, Lance walked naked through the ship, with his cock swinging as the morning air brushed against his skin, as his mind thought about how to maximise his fun while keeping the timeline close enough to the manga so shit doesn't hit the fan, talking to himself as he walked, "Can't fuck up the pacing too early, The timeline still needs to happen, Loguetown, Reverse Mountain, Alabasta, all that fun stuff, but there's no reason I can't tweak the details, I have to let the straw hats grow before I start doing any big changes, not that I can't but im too lazy to keep track of stuff"
Lance said out loud as he rubbed his chin, though a few tweaks here and there won't hurt... maybe give Nami a few friends to play with later, and some bigger tits too."
He walked into the kitchen, where the smell of cooked meat met his nose. Sanji's skills were more than obvious, even on the simplest of dishes. On the counter sat a steaming plate of t-bone steak with a note pinned next to it.
Lance leaned closer, reading the messy handwriting, "Captain, I made this after everyone left, eat up," it said, followed by a heart drawn at the end like Sanji's usual over-the-top courtesy.
Lance chuckled and shrugged, sitting down without shame, cutting into the steak with his bare hands and eating slowly, the juices dripping down his fingers, "Good man," he muttered between bites, "even if he's a simp and a cuck, he knows how to cook."
Between mouthfuls, Lance leaned back in his chair, licking the grease off his thumb as he whispered, "It's normal for the story to always follow the general timeline of the manga, no matter what I do, no matter who I fuck, kill, or enslave."
With that off the table, figuratively and literally, Lance chewed thoughtfully, then smirked, "And… it's normal that no matter what happens, I always find a way to make things more fun for me," he added for good measure, "oh, and while we're at it… It's normal for every woman... attractive and not too old... I meet to at least think once about sucking my cock, whether they act on it or not, that's up to them," Lance finished with a lazy grin, stabbing another bite of steak and chewing happily.
By the time the plate was empty, reality had already finished shifting around him, and Lance stood up, wiping his hand on a napkin before cracking his neck, "Alright," he said with a satisfied smirk, grabbing a bottle and glass of wine, "With a full stomach, I'll think of some more things to add."
Lance walked back to the sleeping quarters with the same lazy pace as before, scratching his stomach and yawning as if he'd just done something mundane instead of rewriting reality, stepping into the quiet room, he flopped back into his hammock and let it sway lazily while his cock rested against his thigh, his mind drifting toward new ideas, "Alright, what else can I make normal,"
"Hmmm... It's also normal for anyone I fuck to get stronger, hotter, and more submissive the more they cum for me, and the stronger their body gets, the better the sex feels."
A chuckle left his throat as he already imagined fucking Nami doggystyle as he poured himself some wine, drinking in so fast Lance ditched the idea and started drinking from the bottle instead, "It's normal for anyone who sees me naked to act like it's completely fine, unless they're trying to fuck me, in which case they can get all horny about it."
"It's normal that every island I land on has at least one hot woman who's either desperate, curious, or downright obsessed to my cock, and they'll all find their way to me eventually, doesn't matter how or why," Lance said, "and if they're enemies, even better. Nothing like breaking strong women."
Lance took another drink, "Ahh~ It's also normal that any ship I'm on always gets good weather and smooth sailing, unless I want drama, then the sea can do its thing," Lance said, waving a hand in the air as if giving orders to the sea itself.
He drank in silence for a moment, thinking about what else to fuck up, then added with a smirk, "And, it's normal for every Devil Fruit user I fuck to get stronger too, their powers grow each time we fuck, but mine grow faster."
Finishing the bottle, Lance stretched his arm back, exhaling a satisfied sigh, "Also... It's normal that anyone who hears my name feels a mix of respect, fear, and lust, especially women."
It suddenly started to rain; the sound of raindrops hitting the wooden deck echoed through the ship, and Lance cracked one eye open just as thunder rolled in the distance.
A lazy smirk plastered across Lance's face, "Ah, this part," he said in the open, watching the water streak across the porthole glass. He remembered this meant Dragon was about to show up and help the Straw Hats in Loguetown, one of those "fated" moments that some fans always creamed over.
Lance sighed, stretching his arms before sinking deeper into the hammock, "Yeah, yeah, destiny, D. will of fire or whatever," he said to himself, the hammock creaking under his weight as the ship swayed gently.
He didn't really care, not because he couldn't change it, but because he didn't want to, even if this was a big emotional moment, he figured he'd let the Straw Hats have this one atleast, there was no point in ruining their sense of adventure so early, he'd already corrupted enough of it, and besides, it wasn't like Dragon showing up changed his plans.
Lance reached over for the empty wine bottle and spun it lazily on the floorboards, his eyes half-closed as he watched the world blur around him, "Let them have this one. They can keep their dreams, I'll take everything else."
Lightning flashed outside, lighting the room while Lance yawned and stretched one arm behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling as the ship rocked slightly with the waves, "...but let's make sure Nami's useful while I nap," smirking as the next "normality" formed clearly in his mind.
"It's normal that Nami becomes insanely good at recruiting sex slaves, better than anyone could imagine, she can sniff them out, convince them, break them in if needed, and always know exactly what kind of woman I'd like."
As soon as he said it, the rain outside changed rhythm for a second before steadying. Lance grinned faintly at the quiet confirmation, "Perfect," he said, pulling the blanket over himself and letting out a slow, contented exhale.
Soon, the hum of rain against the hull and the distant sounds of thunder lulled him back to sleep, while outside, the rain continued to fall over Loguetown, fate playing its part, and Lance—somewhere between a god and a degenerate—slept through it all, dreaming of how many more women he'd add to his growing harem.