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# Sanctuary in the Sand

## By: PyroWildcat

## Chapter 1: Interrogation

Nico Robin, now commonly known as Ms. All-Sunday, walked down the hallway of a deserted building. It was one of many in the city of Rainbase that Crocodile owned, despite the fact that he never had any real use for them. Robin was thankful for that fact, as the business she had there was something she preferred for him not to know about.

The tall and lithe, yet lusciously curvy, woman stalked the corridor with a confident stride, led by laced white boots that went up to her knees. Her tanned form was wrapped in a deliciously short purple skirt with light blue belt and an equally revealing purple top that laced together in the front, held open just far enough to display a tantalizing view of her cleavage for anyone who dared to look, even with the intimidating effect of both her position and reputation. Having left her usual white cowgirl hat at the entrance to the building, her shimmering black hair was free to cascade down to her shoulders.

Once Robin found and entered the room she wanted, she allowed herself a small grin at the sight before her. The room was empty, save for a single examination table, which a young woman was strapped to. The girl's violet eyes glanced about alertly, her face clearly focused both on inspecting her surroundings and keeping from breaking into a panic. Robin relaxed her tendency to use her noiseless assassin's gait with her next step, allowing her boot to scuff against the floor, the small sound just enough to catch the attention of her guest. The woman responded immediately, turning as quickly as her bound wrists and ankles would allow; the girl's face swam with emotions as she discovered the identity of her captor: shock, apprehension, fear, and any number of others. However, she recovered quickly, and fixed Robin with a hard look that seemed both out of place and oddly fitting on her soft, youthful face.

“Ms. All-Sunday? What is the meaning of this?” Robin merely grinned at the display.

“Oh, I think you know, Ms. Wednesday. You've been shadowing me for days now, along with Mr. 8, trying to find out something you have no business knowing. That's why I sent the Mr. 8 team on that mission yesterday, so you'd have to either give up or try it alone. You should have known that it wasn't a good idea to spy on me on your own, but I knew you were just too stubborn to let that stop you, Princess Vivi.” Robin had to give the girl credit; she was almost successful in hiding the shock of her infiltration being uncovered.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Oh, come now, Baroque Works was organized specifically to bring an end to the kingdom of Arabasta; do you think I wouldn't recognize their beloved princess or the Captain of their Royal Guard? You're just lucky that Crocodile leaves keeping track of our agents to me, otherwise he'd be the one with you at his mercy.” That time, Vivi didn't even bother to hide her reaction.

“Crocodile? The Warlord? He's behind all of this?”

“Yes. That's what you wanted to know, wasn't it? It would have been just cruel to let you go through all of this trouble for nothing, after all.” Robin wasn't entirely sure why she had decided to outright tell Vivi the true identity of the leader of Baroque Works, but she was actually glad that she did. The way that the Princess squirmed as her situation became more and more out of her control made her feel a playfulness she hadn't had since, well, ever, to be honest.

“Why did you tell me that? Do you just like making this worse by telling me exactly what I need to know before you kill me?” Robin smirked; she had already decided that she was eventually going to let Vivi go mostly unharmed, but that, of course, presented the problem of the princess being all too likely to try and get in the way of Crocodile's plan, and by extension, her own. Robin filed away the thought in her mind to consider later; she'd come up with a solution to that soon enough.

“No, I'm going to let you go. Well, eventually.” More squirming from the younger woman as confusion spread across her features.

“So, why do you have me here? What do you want with me?” That one made Robin stop in thought for a few moments, knowing all too well that she didn't really know what she wanted from Vivi. It was something about the princess and her attempt to disrupt Robin and Crocodile's plan that gave her an impulse to do all this, but she had to admit to herself she really didn't have anything planned out. Oh well, Robin decided, she might as well see what she can get from this situation.

“There are a few things I'd like to know. For instance, where can I find the Poneglyph your kingdom is guarding?” A good start, Robin decided; after all, her only stake in Crocodile's plan was this last opportunity to find one of the precious historical markers. If Vivi really could help her find Arabasta's Poneglyph before Crocodile made his move, she'd be able to abandon him and avoid being a part of the fall of Arabasta at all. Then again, if it wasn't really the Rio Poneglyph... no, she wasn't going to consider it; she was in too good of a mood to think about something as depressing as that now.

“Uh, what's a Poneglyph?” The simple, clearly sincere, question hit Robin like a bucket of water during a sound sleep, though she had to think rather far back to remember what a sound sleep felt like. Robin thought for a moment; the royal family of Nefertari was going to be incredibly secretive about the Poneglyph, so anyone who knew anything about where it was would surely know at least what it was. It was entirely possible that the princess really didn't have the information she wanted.

On the other hand, this was much too important to just let go without being absolutely certain. Vivi might be trying to withhold the Poneglyph's location, and if that was the case, then she would have to find a way to get her to talk. Problem was, Robin usually had no trouble torturing people to secure information for either herself or Crocodile, but at that moment she just didn't want to inflict that kind of pain on this young woman. The curvaceous history-seeker considered her options, trying to think of another way to convince the Princess to tell her what she wanted to know.

Robin looked over Vivi again; she had on the attire she normally wore as Ms. Wednesday, but Robin was now taking a closer look at how the outfit showed off the woman's body. Her heeled boots and shorts brief enough that they barely covered anything of her thighs combined to expose most of her slender, pale legs. Though her usual lime green jacket had been lost at some point, she still had her light blue tank top, the darker blue circles patterned on it radiated from her stomach and breasts to emphasize her curves, from her slim waist and hips, to her breasts, which were a generous handful in contrast to Robin's own assets, which would have been twice as large as Vivi's had they not been bound under her extremely tight top at that particular moment. To top everything off, an ornate hair clip gathered Vivi's waist length turquoise hair into a long ponytail.

Robin's breath quickened oh-so-slightly as a thought began to develop in her mind. Being on the run from the World Government for nearly all of her life had left her without much opportunity to indulge in sex. It also didn't help that nearly the only people she had associated with since she had entered puberty were extremely vicious pirates that she was much better off not giving any sexual ideas to. Ever since she began working with Crocodile, her new identity of Ms. All-Sunday and the freedom Crocodile left her when she wasn't busy carrying out his plans gave her a few chances to explore her sexuality, and the alabaster skinned princess before her was now looking rather cute, someone she would quite enjoy seducing. With a new air of sensuality to her thoughts and actions, Robin began to focus her Devil Fruit power.

“Wha-what are you doing? What is this?” Vivi was decidedly uncomfortable, edging back as much as she could while still strapped down as a slender hand emerged from the table next to her head and began tenderly stroking the side of her neck. Two more arms appeared next to her sides, the hands running smoothly up and down from waist to chest, causing her top to pull up enough to bare the slightest hint of midriff. Yet another two arms appeared alongside her cream-colored legs, giving a gentle massage to the pair of long, athletic limbs from mid-thigh to calf. Vivi squirmed under the attentive ministrations of five perfect copies of Robin's hands, giving a muted squeak whenever a hand ran over a sensitive spot.

“Oh, are you not familiar with my ability, Princess? I ate the Bloom Bloom Fruit, so I can make any part of my body bloom on any surface that I want, just like a flower. Let me show you.” The two arms by Vivi's waist suddenly stopped their stroking motions, and reached for the bottom edge of her top, slowly pulling it up until it was just below her breasts, leaving her flat stomach exposed. Apprehensive of what the new development might mean, Vivi looked down at herself, and saw two hands appear on her midriff, one on each side of her navel, before full arms came up from underneath them; the contrast between the tanned skin of Robin's newly conjured limbs and Vivi's pale belly was the only indication that they hadn't always been there. To her surprise, Vivi didn't feel anything during the process, and wouldn't have even known it was happening had she not been watching it. Distracted by her thoughts regarding Robin's unusual abilities, she didn't notice as the two new hands reached up and cupped her breasts from underneath. The soft but firm contact made Vivi gasp, both from the surprise and the sensation, eliciting a half-playful, half-sensual grin from Robin.

“Sensitive, are we? Well, that should make things more fun.” The newest pair of hands suddenly began moving again, and went up to begin massaging Vivi's breasts. The princess gasped at the treatment given to her firm tits, the rubbing rough at times, and at others so feather light that it seemed the hands were barely even making contact. With the treatment being given to her chest, Vivi didn't notice yet another pair of hands spring up next to her ankles; these hands moved to smoothly pull off Vivi's white boots before they started to caress her newly bared dainty feet, the combined sensations from above and below bringing out a moan from the girl.

Pleased by Vivi's reactions, Robin decided to continue. Several more hands appeared on the table alongside Vivi's body, all of them moving toward the writhing princess, each one with a task to do. Some took off the straps holding down the girl's wrists and ankles, while others kept a firm grasp on her legs and arms to make sure she still wouldn't be able to move; still other limbs focused on Vivi's clothes, two grasping the waistband of her shorts before pulling them down her smooth, creamy legs, and two others taking the bottom of her top before pulling the whole garment up and over her head. As a final touch, one of the arms next to the young woman's head reached up to remove her hair clip, setting the thick waves of turquoise hair free to cascade out around her slight form.

Robin was nearly mesmerized by the sight of the princess fully bared before her, her upper body framed by flowing light blue hair. Unfortunately, Vivi had unconsciously crossed her toned thighs once her clothes had come off, blocking Robin's sight of the treasure that lay between them, but she still enjoyed the full view she had of the girl's alabaster skinned legs, ending in small, graceful feet that curled every so often in response to the hands that were still delicately stroking them. The princess's chest, on the other hand, was on full display, her breasts even accentuated by how her chest heaved with her moans and gasps. The jiggling mounds were crowned by coral pink nipples that were both surprisingly large and noticeably hard.

Vivi continued to squirm as Robin's hands seemed to tantalize her entire body all at once, when a sudden sharp pull at her nipples pulled her attention downwards. When the princess looked down, she was greeted by the two hands that reached out from her stomach, the palms toward her face. As she watched, a spot in the center of the palms of both hands began to puff out and redden slightly. Within moments, the spots puckered as they swelled into full lips, and then opened up into two mouths, each complete with teeth and and tongue. Even someone with as little experience as Vivi had an idea of what was going to happen next, and with her mind becoming overwhelmed by foreign sensations and an aching in her nipples that was becoming more insistent with every passing moment, she couldn't decide whether to be terrified or delighted.

Still, all thought vanished when the newly supplemented hands closed in over the princess's quivering tits. Long, slender fingers traced paths along her boobs while two smooth tongues left moist trails of saliva wherever they passed by. After several long moments of such treatment, Vivi dissolved into moans as the mouths switched from soft licking to butterfly kisses as they traveled across her heaving breasts. Though she had felt like her nipples couldn't get any harder, she found that she was wrong when the hands assaulting her breasts suddenly blew across her nipples, the saliva already coating them making the cool air suddenly feel ice cold as it made contact, making Vivi gasp as they crinkled up into still harder nubs.

As more and more lewd sensations bombarded the princess, her nipples grew ever more achy. As she felt her large, sensitive nips be licked, stroked, and aroused in every possible way all at once, she felt an ever-growing desire, no, a need, to have them sucked on. Then, as if listening in to her desires, the hands closed in on her breasts, and the lips immediately closed over her aching nipples. As the lips began to suck hungrily, all breath left Vivi as she was left only able to give a slight mewling as her eyes rolled back and moisture began to seep between her thighs.

“Mmm... you know, this gives me an idea.” With that, all of the hands on and around Vivi vanished in a burst of what looked like glowing flower petals, leaving only the arms that were holding her to the table. With her arousal still burning wild and no further pleasure or orgasm in sight, the girl could only pant and moan as Robin left the room, wriggling her body about and squeezing her thighs together in a vain struggle to find release.

Robin walked out into the hallway after mentally ensuring that where she intended to go was close enough that there was no danger of her losing control of the arms that were still holding down the princess. The building had actually become Robin's favored location of hiding whatever she wanted to keep out of Crocodile's knowledge. Of course, there really wasn't much there, as her darkest secrets were being the only survivor of Ohara and the last known person who could read Poneglyphs, both facts that Crocodile was already fully aware of. However, there was one thing she had come across in her travels that she preferred to keep in her hands and out of the Warlord's.

Robin turned into a different room, and then walked toward a specific corner before bending down and pulling out a section of the wooden floorboards. She then reached into the revealed compartment, and pulled out a decent-sized white box, one that contained an odd-looking fruit. It was shaped like a watermelon, but was more the size of a cantaloupe; the fruit was mostly a solid creamy white color, with black spirals in perfect patterns along it.

Most Devil Fruits were a complete mystery, with no reliable way of knowing what kind of powers it would grant without actually resorting to eating it. However, there were numerous others that there was at least some information on, mostly from those who had eaten one of its previous incarnations. As a student of history, there was no one better to uncover such information than she, but even that wasn't really necessary to find information on this particularly well-known Devil Fruit.

As Robin pulled out a knife so she could cut through the fruit's tough shell, she thought back on her finding it; of course, with all of the running she did to keep the World Government off of her trail, it was only a matter of time before she managed to come across another one. As someone who had already eaten a Devil Fruit and knew the fate that befell those with the poor judgement to try and eat a second one, she had no use for it. Still, she held on to it anyway, some nagging voice in the back of her head telling her she'd eventually regret letting such a rare treasure go. Now, as the thought of what she could do with a Nefertari Vivi in possession of this fruit's ability made her more than a little wet, she knew she had made the right choice.

It wasn't long before Robin was striding back to the room where she had left the squirming princess, a chunk of juicy pulp from the Devil Fruit hidden in her hand. Vivi had grown frantic in Robin's absence, squeezing together her slickening thighs wildly. Her head was bent down toward her chest, pink tongue stretching out in a desperate attempt to reach her painfully erect, pinky-width nipples that crowned areolas nearly the width of a teacup. Vivi managed to catch sight of Robin as she entered the room, and turned toward her with a fevered look on her face, letting out small, uncontrollable mewls as her built-up lust threatened to take her over completely.

“P-please... hah... help... mmmmeee...” Arms sprouted all over the examination table to surround the princess's writhing form. A delighted coo came from Vivi as two hands moved to cover her eyes while the others began to tease and tantalize every part of her body within reach. Slowly, Robin stepped towards Vivi's form as she continued to moan blissfully, lifting the piece of fruit she held to the girl's mouth.

As soon as the pulp went into Vivi's mouth, she began to gag, the hands that swiftly moved from her eyes to cover her mouth being all that kept her from spitting it out. Not much of a surprise, Robin reasoned, as Devil Fruits were notorious for their horrible taste; even after twenty years, Robin could still recall the rancid flavor of her own. Hoping to end the princess's ordeal quickly, a slender, tanned hand went up to her throat, stroking it lightly until she finally swallowed.

With the fruit successfully fed to Vivi, Robin turned her attention back to tantalizing the girl and building up her arousal all over again. Several hands descended onto the princess's breasts, a set of lips quickly puffing out on the palm of each one as they closed over the quivering tits. The force-feeding of the Devil Fruit soon faded from Vivi's memory as a symphony of stroking, licking, and sucking played out across boobs that were growing increasingly flushed as the treatment continued. After several moments, Robin began to feel a quivering through the young woman's skin, one that was distinctly different from how her body trembled as a result of Robin's ministrations. Suddenly, a gurgling noise sounded from within Vivi's body, one that quickly alerted both women that something was happening to her; struggling to hold back her arousal long enough to find out what was happening, the princess turned toward Robin with a look of uncertainty on her face.

“W-what's happening? I-I feel strange.” Rather than answering, the archaeologist sent Vivi back into her pleasured haze as she redoubled her efforts on the pair of tits before her, putting extra effort into stimulating the hopelessly aroused nipples as much as she could. Within a few seconds, a softer gurgling began to thrum within Vivi's chest; the burbling soon began to come closer to the surface, and in doing so, it began to center in her breasts. Robin continued her assault on the woman's heaving boobs, knowing what was about to happen and doing everything she could to keep the girl distracted.

Despite having an idea of what was going to happen, Robin was still surprised when Vivi's breasts began to swell. The growth came in quick pulses, the warm, pale flesh cycling between surging outwards, stopping their inflating abruptly enough that they were sent wobbling uncontrollably, and waiting just long enough for the mesmerizing jiggling to come to a stop before they began to bloat up again. The princess remained unaware of her predicament, too consumed by the bliss of the arousing treatment she was receiving to notice her tits taking up more and more of her torso. As the boobs continued to plump up, Robin soon noticed that the younger woman's nipples and areolae were enlarging as well, only their growth was slower and more constant. Though that change was a bit unexpected, the archaeologist went to take full advantage of it, reaching in with several arms to run the tongues on them up and down the length of Vivi's nearly thumb-sized nipples, as well as tracing the fingers across her spreading areolae as they began to dome out.

Eventually, the size of the princess's tits were approaching the realm of unmanageable, and Robin decided that it was time to bring the swelling of her boobs to a stop. One of the arms with a hand positioned near her right nipple moved to cover the nub with its palm. The mouth opened, then closed its teeth onto the now fully thumb-sized nipple, biting as hard as Robin could without breaking the skin. The bite did its job, pulling Vivi out of her pleasure-induced stupor with a loud yelp. When the princess moved to face her captor again, the sight of her own bloated breasts, now each at least the size of her head, came into sight first; Robin was again glad that she had chosen someplace deserted for this, as the scream that followed would have certainly been heard by anyone else that might have been in the building.

“What is this? What did you do to me? What...” Vivi's frantic questions were put to a quick stop when one of Robin's arms moved to cover her mouth. As Robin grinned at the princess's struggling, another arm came up to give a light swat to one of her massively swollen breasts, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to set it quivering uncontrollably again.

“I gave you a Devil Fruit, the Milk Milk Fruit to be exact. Everything else was your doing.” That wasn't entirely true, of course; since a person often doesn't know what power a Devil Fruit grants, the abilities usually reveal themselves by accident while the user still had little conscious control over it. Since Robin knew the ability beforehand, she intentionally stimulated Vivi's breasts enough for her subconscious to start putting the fruit's power to use, causing it to pump milk into the woman's pillowy boobs for whatever was so insistently sucking on her nipples. After allowing Vivi enough time for her panic to settle into confusion, the hand held over her mouth pulled away, allowing her to speak again.

“I... did? I, well, they look nice, and they feel... ooh... incredible. Oh, but can't I shrink them back down?” Robin's grin changed to become even more mischievous as she stalked her way toward Vivi's prone form. The archaeologist bent down over the princess, reaching out with one of her original arms to give a gentle stroke to the monstrous pale mass that was the girl's tit.

“Well, I did say these had grown from being filled with milk, so there is way I can help you.” The raven-haired woman bent down further, to the point that her face was directly above Vivi's right nipple. As Robin closed in to give a kiss to her, in Vivi's mind, embarrassingly large nub, it was obvious what she intended to do. Even worse, rather than simply getting on with it like she had hoped, Robin instead drew back again, allowing the multiple arms surrounding Vivi's body to close in again, stimulating nearly every part of her body, but paying obviously little attention to her needy breasts; when the older woman gave her an expectant glance, Vivi realized what Robin wanted to hear from her, and her face and chest blushed a vivid pink as the princess knew she was too lost in the heat of the moment to even try to refuse.

“Please, suck my nipples. Look at my tits, they're all big and swollen with milk and its all for you. Just please, please drain them.” Vivi wasn't fully paying attention to what she was saying, she had simply blurted out what immediately came to mind, but it was apparently enough to satisfy her captor. The curvaceous archaeologist finally closed what little gap remained between her face and the plump nipple jutting up toward it, eliciting a gasp from Vivi as the full lips captured the swollen nub in a firm hold. The new Devil Fruit user was just beginning to enjoy the warm moistness of Robin's mouth when the suction started; to the surprise of both women, the nipple responded immediately, spurting a thick stream of warm, creamy milk that Robin had to struggle for a moment to keep up with.

Chalking up the unrealistically fast response to the Devil Fruit ability, Robin gulped down the milk down with gusto, reveling in the interesting flavor. After a few minutes, the older woman's claim about Vivi's swelled boobs proved right, as the right tit she was drinking from steadily shrank back toward its original size; however, Vivi herself wasn't in much position to notice, most of her conscious thoughts revolving around the overwhelming sensations radiating from her chest. As the breast before her was nearly emptied, Robin felt a slight tingle run through her body; it wasn't much, so the archaeologist dismissed it for the time being.

After completely draining Vivi's boob, Robin pulled back slightly to inspect her work. Admittedly, the younger woman's chest was now a bit of an odd sight with her left breast being several times larger than the other one, but the bizarreness still had an odd charm, in Robin's opinion. The archaeologist looked down at Vivi's still enormous left breast, realizing that she was too full to drink any more. Just as Robin was beginning to consider how to best proceed, she doubled over as an odd sensation ran through her.

Robin's skin flushed as an intense heat began to radiate from her belly, running through her lithe form before finally centering on her chest and between her legs. Her entire body cried out in overwhelming need, taking all of her effort and concentration to keep even some semblance of composure. The archaeologist tried to puzzle through what was happening to her, a feat that was made even more difficult by the fact that her rising horniness was making it harder and harder to think straight; however, it finally came to her.

“The milk... it must be acting like an aphrodisiac.” That was as far as her thoughts went before she could no longer take the raw lust that burned in her. Robin's attention immediately returned to the turquoise-haired young woman she was leaning over; with new desire driving her actions, Robin lunged forward, claiming the princess's soft, pink lips in a passionate kiss.

Vivi was practically floating, so caught up in the lingering sensations from Robin's suckling that she barely noticed the dark-haired woman begin to lose her concentration, causing the numerous arms holding her down to loosen their grip. When time passed and nothing more was happening, she finally opened her eyes, just in time to see Robin close in and feel a pair of full, red lips crush against her pink ones. Vivi made no move to stop the archaeologist when she slid her tongue into the princess's mouth, being unable to concentrate on much more than the surprises that each new development brought.

After a few seconds, though, Vivi's eyes suddenly widened as she felt something happening in her mouth. The feelings coming from Robin's wriggling tongue quickly multiplied, literally, as several copies of the flexible muscle began to lick and caress the inside of her mouth from within. As her mouth continued to be caressed by the multiple tongues until the entire area tingled pleasantly, the princess stared into her captor's blue eyes, and could instantly tell from the mischievous glimmer in them that the archaeologist wasn't done yet.

Robin slowly drew away, pulling her original tongue out from Vivi's mouth while allowing the copies to persist in their ministrations. The dark-haired woman straighted up and began to remove her clothes. The top went first and quite suddenly; all Robin had to do was untie the laces that held it together, and the force of her large breasts escaping their overly tight confines was enough to shove open the top widely enough that it could slide down her body without hindrance. The skirt went next, the archaeologist sensually sliding the garment down her thighs until it joined her top on the table.

“Just so you know, Ms. Wednesday, you're not the only one who can do fun things with your breasts.” With that, Vivi felt her head be lifted up slightly as something warm and soft started to press slightly against the sides of her head; the princess looked up, finding a large mound of tanned flesh sprouted from the table on either side of her head, both crowned with a small, dusky pink nipple. Vivi then turned her attention back to Robin herself; except for the white boots that still covered everything below her calves, the older woman's form was completely bare. Robin's figure was breathtaking, long legs leading into athletic thighs and wide, childbearing hips. Her form tapered from there into a narrow waist and taut stomach before her hourglass shape was finally completed by her upper body, dominated by breasts the size of tangerines.

Vivi's appraisal of Robin's exotic body was stopped when she noticed that the raven-haired woman was concentrating again. The princess looked down at herself, searching for a sign of what the more experienced Devil Fruit user was going to do next; finding nothing, Vivi turned back toward Robin, and gave a small gasp. It turned out that the archaeologist was targeting herself rather than the princess, as a second pair of breasts had appeared beneath her originals, just where her upper body began to narrow into her stomach; as Vivi watched, yet another pair sprouted out below that, the new tits appearing on either side of Robin's navel. With this new change completed, Robin leaned forward again and began to rub her breasts against the squirming body beneath her, coaxing ever more passionate moans from Vivi as she reveled in the feelings coming from the smooth, plush flesh being pressed against her. Robin alternated between the techniques that she used, sometimes sliding herself along the length of the princess's form, sometimes massaging various parts of Vivi's body between two or more of her breasts, taking extra pleasure at the points where she would trap Vivi's still enormous and milk-swollen left boob between her four uppermost ones

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Despite the fact that she appeared to have six tits, the various sensations still came to Robin as though she still had two. The soft warmth of the princess's alabaster skin caressing all six breasts hanging from Robin's torso, Vivi's silky turquoise hair constantly sliding around in the cleavage of the breasts she had sprouted by the sides of her head, it all came together for Robin as a feeling of her breasts being stroked and massaged in several different ways all at the same time. The sensual feelings in her breasts built up quickly as Robin's pace in rubbing her six plump boobs against Vivi's slender form become more frantic, and within a few minutes, Robin gave a passionate gasp while her body stiffened with the small orgasm that coursed through her.

The raven-haired woman's head drooped down once the climax faded away, panting to catch her breath; this position had the added effect of allowing Robin to notice that Vivi's legs had begun to drift apart. Moving carefully so as not to alert the younger woman below her as to what she was doing, Robin eased her body backward until her head was just above the juncture between Vivi's silky smooth thighs. After carefully guiding her legs apart, Robin closed in on Vivi's pussy, completely smooth except for a bit of blue hair at the top, short and trimmed down to a tiny patch; one good lick up the length of the younger woman's mound was enough to get her attention, eliciting a look of surprise as she discovered the historian's next target.

“Ah, look at how swollen and wet it is already, how naughty.” Vivi's face and chest were already blushing so red that it was a wonder that she hadn't passed out already, but Robin decided to keep playing her game, sliding her original hands up Vivi's sides as she resumed speaking. “For a princess, your body seems to be simply made for sex. Just look at these plump, suckable nipples...” Robin gave the nubs a gentle squeeze for emphasis, forcing a jet of milk from the left tit. “...these lush, womanly curves...” The historian's hands went down Vivi's sides again, this time the fingertips only barely making contact with her pale skin, the more subtle, feather-like touches somehow even more stimulating. “...and this soaked, needy pussy. But don't worry, I know exactly what you need.”

Vivi shivered as she felt Robin's soft lips against her mound, partially from the sensation, and partially from her certainty that this was only the beginning of the dark-haired woman's plans for her all-too-eager pussy. As if knowing Vivi's suspicions, Robin's kiss quickly evolved into a full tongue-lashing, the small pink tongue sliding around in ever more complex patterns that left Vivi squirming uncontrollably. It got even more surreal when Robin formed another pair of hands from which she sprouted a multitude of new tongues; before she had been attacking everything from the inside of one thigh to the inside of the other, and south to the small space separating her pussy from her asshole, but now she was licking the entire area all at once.

Just when Vivi thought that the sensations couldn't get any better, Robin's original tongue began to push into her slit. Just that invasion felt good, but the older woman's tongue continued to push its way into her, clearly her Devil Fruit power in action again. Even as the chain of tongues Robin formed penetrated deeper and deeper into Vivi's inner folds, they wriggled about within their tight confines as well; with Robin's tongues licking the outside of her dripping pussy and squirming around inside it, Vivi felt herself approaching an orgasm far stronger than any of the others she had gone through so far.

“Please... don't stop... mmm, love it...” By the way that Vivi's speech was peppered with panting and little mewls, Robin could tell that she was close; the princess was also thrashing about so much by that point that the historian had to hold her wrists and ankles down again so that she could continue her ministrations. Then, without warning, one of Robin's arms reached toward Vivi's still milk-swollen left tit, and gave the nipple a firm tug; even as a thick stream of milk streamed out, that last push was enough to finally send Vivi over the edge.

With a wail that likely carried throughout the building, Vivi's body went completely stiff, her back arching up uncontrollably to the point that her mound was forced into Robin's face. The dark-haired woman kept on licking throughout the orgasm, enjoying the squelching sounds as Vivi's pussy gushed juices around her tongue. It was nearly a full minute before the princess's crushing orgasm finally ended, and her form relaxed enough for her slender bottom to plunk down onto the table again.

Vivi was so out of it from her recent climax that she barely noticed Robin causing all of the extra body parts to vanish, then sprouting several new arms to lift the younger woman and flip her onto her stomach. Even when her lower half was lifted so that she was on her knees, leaving her ass jutting proudly into the air, she was unable to focus on anything enough for it to register. However, Vivi had finally regained enough of her faculties to be surprised by the pair of soft hands that began to massage her outthrust bottom, and turned her head around to face Robin, who was already speaking.

“Is this what a princess of Arabasta is like, taking so much pleasure like this and giving so little back? Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it either, because your body is already making the truth quite clear.” Vivi's face was glowing red at the all-too-true remark when Robin gestured toward the area she had just been facing. The princess turned back around, only to gasp; a wide, tanned ass had sprung directly from the table's surface, and she was face to face with a swollen, wet pussy winking at her from between the firm cheeks. “Lick it. Show me you're not so selfish that you'd deny me the pleasure I just gave you.”

Still unable to think quite straight, Vivi couldn't come up with anything to dispute Robin's request and leaned forward, her pink tongue coming out to run across the moist slit before her, enjoying the taste of her captor despite herself. Though obviously inexperienced, a little direction from the older woman was enough to help her settle into an effective rhythm, eliciting some sensual moans from Robin. Vivi was surprised again when she felt something rubbing against her own pussy, but she continued her efforts to please Robin, leaving the raven-haired woman behind her to whatever she was doing.

Robin was definitely enjoying Vivi's ministrations to the copy of her pussy, but she would have to leave soon, and she wanted to end with something that would be enjoyable to both herself and the blue-haired girl before her. Coming to a decision, five copies of Robin's pinky appeared to form a compact cylinder just above her original mound, and then another pinky sprouted from the fingertips of each of the previous ones. Satisfied that the new appendage would make a suitable replacement for a dick, Robin moved it against the princess's still-dripping slit, rubbing the pink lips for a few moments before finally easing the improvised phallus in.

Vivi couldn't help but gasp at the intrusion, losing herself to the sensations for a few moments. When comparing the new experience to the earlier one with Robin's chain of tongues, they both reached the same depth inside her; the wriggling that the tongues did felt really good, but whatever was in her now gave a equally pleasurable full feeling. Just as Vivi was beginning to return to her task, Robin drew almost completely out, then thrust in again, catching the younger woman by surprise again and pressing her face into the quivering slit.

Once Vivi had adjusted to Robin thrusting in and out of her pussy, the raven-haired woman took her assault one step further, sprouting two arms next to Vivi's breasts and directing them to the thick pink nipples crowning the dangling mounds of soft flesh. For a moment, both hands were content to roam across the pale flesh in a gentle caress, but it wasn't long before they changed targets. The hand that was on her right boob abandoned it completely, joining the other one as it closed in on her left nipple. One hand's fingers encircled the swollen nub, then tugged on it in a firm milking motion that coaxed out a stream of creamy milk. The two hands alternated between tugs as they relentlessly milked Vivi, reducing the woman to complete incoherence.

Robin grinned at Vivi's continued attempts to pleasure her; with all thoughts of technique or direction gone, the young woman was reduced to blindly dragging her tongue haphazardly around her mound. It still felt good, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to bring the raven-haired woman off; to make up for that, Robin sprouted several copies of her clit on the fingers that she was still thrusting in and out of Vivi's own pussy. With the next few thrusts into her captive's slit, Robin felt the unexpectedly intense sensations pushing her toward climax, and she briefly checked on Vivi to make sure she was close as well.

Within moments, Vivi and Robin both went over the edge as they were hit by orgasms at nearly the same time. Robin gave out a low, sensual groan as her back arched to force her full length into the princess; Vivi's orgasmic scream was every bit loud and intense as the previous one, and her body responded by thrusting her ass back into Robin's groin and jutting her chest forward into the still-tugging hands. After several long moments, the explosion of ecstasy ended, leaving Vivi to let her head drop against the soft, tanned ass still sticking up in front of her; Robin, not quite as exhausted as the younger woman, simply fell back onto her haunches, causing all of her extra body parts to vanish, except for Vivi's impromptu pillow.

Robin watched Vivi doze as she reconsidered her plans in light of a new appreciation for the blue-haired princess. Sure, she had never intended to tell Crocodile the location of the super weapon Pluton that he was seeking, but was that really good enough for her? Would allowing a just kingdom like Arabasta crumble away at the hands of Crocodile leave her any better than the World Government after what they did to Ohara? As she considered the questions that arose in her mind, Robin woke up Vivi, who managed to become fully alert again fairly quickly.

“I may be willing to try and help you stop Crocodile's plans to destroy this kingdom, but only if I can see the Poneglyph that Arabasta protects.” The princess's face immediately went serious as she considered Robin's proposal.

“I still don't know what you're talking about, but if our kingdom is guarding something that important I'm sure that my father does.” This time it was Robin's turn to look uncertain.

“Would he even be willing to let me see it?” Vivi nodded confidently.

“If it means saving this kingdom, I know he will.” A grin crossed the historian's face as she got up and padded to where her clothes had been left discarded, speaking in a serious tone as she did.

“You should know, Crocodile has a Logia Devil Fruit that he has fully mastered, one that allows him to control and become sand, and since he's one of the World Government's Seven Warlords, you should remember not to take his strength lightly. Not only that, but Baroque Works still has several powerful agents at its disposal. If we're going to stop this, we're going to need more help than your kingdom alone can provide.” Robin shrugged on her top, though her large breasts simply pushed apart the garment's unlaced front, leaving them still on proud display.

“Like I said, I'm going to leave you here for your protection. There is a restroom complete with a shower through the door on that end of the room; you'd probably be better off avoiding baths for the time being now that you have a Devil Fruit. I'll also bring you some food in a couple hours. In the meantime, work with your new powers and figure out what exactly you can do; any Devil Fruit can be an incredibly powerful weapon if you know how to use it. Besides...” Robin had just began pulling her skirt up, but paused at that point, giving Vivi a perfect view of her gorgeous bared hourglass figure. “I'm sure you can do all sorts of fun things to me with those powers, and I want to feel it all.”

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