"So, Boss…" she purred, voice thick with lust, "Do you want the mission report… or would you rather bury your face between these fat tits and fuck your subordinate like the perverted Warlord you are? 💕"
Her soft, warm fingers gently caressed his scarred cheek.
The moment skin-to-skin contact was made, Devil's Touch activated at full power.
An explosion of mind-numbing pleasure slammed into Crocodile's brain. His eyes rolled back, his massive body shuddered violently as his cock jerked hard and spurted thick precum into his pants.
Every nerve in his body screamed with ecstasy as his energy was rapidly drained. All rational thought vanished, replaced by pure animalistic lust.
With a savage, feral roar, Crocodile lunged at her like a starving beast — grabbing a fistful of her black hair and crashing his lips toward hers, desperate to claim the slutty subordinate he had desired for years.
But just as his hungry mouth was about to devour her, Robin's body dissolved into a swirling vortex of fragrant pink petals.
'A Flower Clone…?' Crocodile realized. She had used some damn ability on him, forcing him to lose control like a weak minded fool.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE—!!" Crocodile roared in rage, standing up with his massive erection. "What the hell did you do to me?! Are you betraying me?! After everything—!"
An elegant and mocking laughter echoed throughout the room cutting him off.
The petals slowly gathered once again in front of him, forming an even more breathtaking figure, stopping his protest in his throat.
The real Nico Robin appeared.
She stood tall and graceful, infinitely more beautiful and seductive than the previous clone. Her presence alone made the air thick with lust. Pink petals gently danced around her obscene curves as a dark, dominant smile played on her lips.
She was wearing extremely seductive black lingerie, a tiny lace bra that barely contained her heavy breasts, with thin straps that dug into her soft flesh and left most of her deep cleavage spilling out.
The matching crotchless thong disappeared between her thighs, leaving her dripping pussy completely exposed. Delicate garter belts hugged her wide hips and plush thighs, making her look like devil incarnate.
Robin looked at the desperate Warlord with amusement.
"Betraying you?" she purred. "I'm doing exactly what you've wanted for the past four years, Boss. You've dreamed of fucking me senseless every single night… and now I'm finally giving you a taste."
Crocodile's fists clenched.
"Then why the fucking tease?!" he snarled. "Don't play with me women?!"
Robin's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
"Because watching the mighty Sir Crocodile beg and break is far more entertaining than simply spreading my legs for you~ 💕"
She took one graceful step forward, her voluptuous body radiating overwhelming charm.
"Tonight… I'm going to teach you exactly who owns who."
Robin closed the distance and leaned in closer until their bodies were almost pressed together, her massive breasts nearly brushing against his chest as she stared directly into his eyes.
"You've got some nerve calling me a whore…" she whispered, her voice low and venomous.
"When you used to lock yourself in the bathroom for hours, jerking that pathetic cock while sniffing, licking and rubbing my stolen bras and panties. Did you really think I wouldn't notice, you filthy old dog? Ahhn~ I heard you moaning my name every single time you fucked those worthless whores, imagining it was me."
Crocodile's eyes flashed with both rage and burning lust. A vicious grin spread across his scarred face as he leaned forward, deliberately pressing his rock-hard cock against her thigh.
"So you knew all along, huh?" his deep voice filled with arrogance.
"Then you should've been a good girl and spread those legs for me years ago, Robin. I've wanted to bang that scholarly cunt since the day you joined me."
Robin's lips curled into a challenging smile. She didn't back away even an inch. Instead, she looked up at him mockingly.
"How cute, You think you can dominate me, when you almost came just from my touch earlier?" She let out a condescending laugh.
"How adorable. Tonight, I'm going to turn the great Warlord into my personal toy. You'll be the one begging on your knees, licking my pussy and calling me Master."
Crocodile's hand shot up, grabbing her chin roughly as he leaned down, their lips barely an inch apart.
"You talk big for someone who's about to get her brains fucked out," he snarled, his hot breath mixing with hers.
Robin's eyes gleamed with dark delight. She grabbed his wrist firmly, pressing his large hand harder against her soft cheek as she stared straight into his eyes with equal intensity.
"Keep dreaming, old man," she whispered against his lips.
A vicious, hungry smile appeared on both their faces at the same time, they lunged at each other like two wild beasts.
Crocodile crashed his mouth against hers with brutal force, his large hand gripping the back of her head as he tried to dominate the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth aggressively, claiming every inch like he owned her.
Robin responded with equal ferocity — biting his lower lip hard, sucking on his tongue, and fighting back with her own skilled tongue in a messy battle for control.
"Mmmph—!! Slurp… Nngh~ 💕"
Their kiss was savage and competitive. Crocodile tried to overpower her with raw strength, as he pushed her back against the table.
Robin refused to yield. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer while her extra hands sprouted from the table, grabbing his hair and yanking him harder into the kiss.
They devoured each other tongues wrestling, teeth clashing, lips sucking and biting. Thick strings of saliva dripped down their chins as they moaned and growled into each other's mouths.
Crocodile's hand roamed greedily over her body. squeezing one of her breasts and pinching her hard nipple.
Robin retaliated by choking his neck and scratching down his back, while two hands sprouted and slipped into his pants to stroke his cock aggressively.
"Haaah—! You fucking tease—!" Crocodile snarled between kisses, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
"Ahhn~! Is that all you've got, you pathetic Warlord?" Robin moaned back, biting his collarbone in return while stroking his cock faster. "I thought you wanted to ruin me?!"
Their bodies pressed tightly together, grinding and humping against each other. Crocodile tried to push her down onto the table to take control, but Robin used her body weight to flip their positions, slamming his back against the table instead.
The kiss never broke. It only grew more violent as she sat on his stomach. Both of them refused to submit even an inch. It was a primal battle of wills through pure lust.
After several intense minutes of ravaging makeout, they finally pulled apart, gasping for air. Thick strands of saliva connected their tongues as they stared at each other with hunger.
Robin licked her lips slowly, a wicked smile visible on her face.
"Not bad for an old dog, think you can last another round?" she purred, breathing heavily.
Crocodile grinned savagely, his cock twitching between her thighs.
"You're going to regret challenging me, you arrogant slut."