Summoner in One Piece

The darkness of the night offered no solace. Alex thrashed in his sleep, caught in a swirling vortex of green ichor, splintered wood, and the chilling screams of his Warriors. Kaelen's roar, Akane's final, desperate cry—they echoed in his mind, sharp as a blade.

The colossal, mutated form of the Corrupted Spinosaurus loomed, its single, burning eye fixed on him, a symbol of his failure. He reached out, mana surging, but nothing connected. His summons, his loyal men, were being ripped apart, and he was powerless. The shame and grief were a suffocating weight.

He woke with a guttural gasp, drenched in sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs. The familiar silk sheets, the quiet elegance of his Lord's mansion room in Tonryuu, offered no immediate comfort. His body ached, a dull, pervasive soreness that went deeper than just battle wounds, a weariness in his very soul.

The room was quiet, bathed in moonlight that spilled gently through the open balcony. Shadows danced along the walls, but something felt… different. Then he felt it.

A pressure. Ethereal yet undeniable as if the moonlight itself had condensed into something sacred and sentient. It settled over him like a cloak of woven starlight, heavy with power. His breath caught in his throat.

From the shadows, she emerged. Not walking. Floated.

Afureia's very presence bent reality around her. She was barefoot, her steps silent but weighty, as if the world itself bowed with every movement. Long black hair rippled behind her, impossibly soft, shimmering with strands of starlight. Her gown or perhaps a divine illusion hung from her frame like liquid moonlight, translucent, embroidered with faintly glowing runes that pulsed to an unknown rhythm.

The shape of her body beneath it was divine, voluptuous, unreal. Her hips swayed gently with each step, breasts full and heavy, straining softly beneath the robe. And her eyes glowing green behind red-rimmed glasses, locked onto his with a knowing, wicked serenity.

Alex forgot how to breathe.

His grief, his fury, the weight of loss, all of it was momentarily erased, drowned in the impossible vision before him. She was a celestial flame, and he was already burning.

Afureia's lips curved into a teasing smile, one that stirred something deep and raw within him.

"Troubled dreams, little warrior?" she whispered. Her voice seems to bypass the sound and settle into his soul. "The weight of loss forges stronger steel. But even forged steel needs heat to remember what it is."

She took another step closer, now just beside the bed. "You are strong, Alex… but you deny yourself. You bury your pain. You fight alone. But tonight," she leaned closer, letting her breath kiss his ear, "you will remember who you are… what you need. What you desire."

Her gaze fell to his bare chest, then lower. Her smile deepened.

"And what is freely given… when the divine chooses to submit."

Her body molded against his — soft, warm, unresisting. She moaned against his mouth, her hands threading into his hair.

He pulled at the fabric of her gown, letting it fall from her shoulders like mist. Her breasts tumbled free — full, perfect, tipped with pink nipples already wet with milk.

He froze — eyes wide.

"You're… lactating," he breathed.

Afureia tilted her head, lips parted in a teasing smirk. "Would you like a taste, little warrior?"

Alex growled. His mouth found her breast in an instant — suckling greedily, hungrily. Milk spilled onto his tongue — sweet, warm, divine.

"Ahh… Alex…" she gasped, arching into him. "You drink like a starving beast…"

He didn't stop. He couldn't. He suckled one, then the other, licking the curves of her chest, biting gently, drawing more and more of her milk.

His hands roamed her hips, her thighs, pulling her down to the bed.

He laid her down and climbed over her — one hand still cupping her breast, mouth trailing kisses from her collarbone to her navel. She moaned beneath him, her voice sultry and breathless.

When he entered her, it was as if the world realigned.

Slow, deep thrusts. Her body clung to him. Their lips met between every breath. His mouth kept returning to her breasts — suckling between gasps, swallowing mouthfuls of divine milk as their bodies moved in rhythm.

"Ahh—! Alex… y-you're so warm… so greedy~" she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets.

He groaned, voice low. "I want all of you… I need all of you…"

She flipped him gently, straddling him with a slow, feline grace. Her hips rolled, sending ripples through her milk-filled breasts, which bounced with each motion.

He reached up, kneading them, suckling again — tongue circling one nipple while his hand teased the other.

"Ahhh~! S-so full… don't stop… d-drink more, Alex…!"

He obeyed.

She turned, presenting herself on hands and knees — her ass full, inviting, her breasts swaying with each breath.

He took her from behind, slow at first, then faster — each thrust met with a soft clap of skin and a squeal of pleasure. He reached around and fondled her breasts again, pressing them together, watching milk dribble onto the sheets.

"S-still drinking me… even now?" she panted.

"I'll never stop," he growled. "You're mine tonight."

Lost in a vortex of primal instinct and overwhelming desire, he reached out, a desperate, almost animalistic need erupting within him. Unable to control himself, driven by a force beyond his comprehension, his actions driven by an irresistible force that was both external and deep, primarily his own.

The night became a blur of passion, a feverish release of pent-up emotion, grief, and desire.

Alex awoke abruptly, sunlight streaming through the window, starkly contrasting with the shadows of his dream. He blinked, disoriented, and felt the soft brush of silk against his skin. He was naked.

His body, though no longer aching with the deep bruises of battle, was pleasantly sore in a way that spoke of vigorous, passionate exertion.

He looked around the room, the rumpled bed sheets, the faint scent of jasmine and something indescribably divine lingering in the air. Yes, there was undeniable evidence of a truly passionate and steamy night.

He sat up, his mind struggling to piece together the events before his sleep. Bits and pieces, like shattered glass, slowly reformed: the profound pressure, Afureia's mesmerizing beauty, her teasing words, the overwhelming desire... the act. His cheeks flushed with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and a strange, potent satisfaction.

Then, a sudden chime. A system notification.

He braced himself. This would either be very good, or very bad. Or both.

[Warning: Divine Interference Detected – Unsanctioned Interaction with a Goddess.]

[Penalty Imposed: Due to your forceful action upon a divine being, your Summoning System has been altered. You will no longer be able to summon Humanoid entities. Only Beasts creatures can be summoned moving forward.]

Alex's jaw dropped. No humanoid summons?! That's... that's a crippling limitation! His mind reeled at the implications for his future forces.

Then, another notification flashed:

[Divine Blessing Acquired: Goddess's Consort]

[Benefit 1: Infusion of Divine Essence – Due to imbibing the essence of a Goddess (coitus), your mortal body has been greatly enhanced. Your Vitality, Strength, Agility, and Mana have all received a significant permanent boost! (All Stats Increased)]

[Benefit 2: Goddess's Consort Aura – Female companions in your vicinity will now find themselves more Incited (increased loyalty, vigor, and combat effectiveness when fighting by your side).]

Alex stared at the notifications, his mind utterly stunned. He was naked, surrounded by evidence of a night he could barely comprehend, and his entire future as a summoner had just been irrevocably changed.

A goddess. He had... forced himself on a goddess. And she had... blessed him for it? Or was it a test? A very, very strange test. The sheer, overwhelming absurdity of it all left him speechless. What had he done?