As soon as Luka's ship approached the edge of the island, he felt something strange beneath it. It wasn't water... but thick clouds, surprisingly solid.
He hesitated for a moment before stepping off the ship, looking down in disbelief that his feet would touch a cloud.
Then, with a light heart, he jumped.
He landed on the cloud steadily, with a soft thud followed by a gentle sound like a sprinkle of rain. His eyes widened in amazement, then he let out a short laugh, a mix of wonder and joy.
"I'm walking on clouds?!"
He began to walk slowly, then started to run, like a child discovering the world anew. The clouds beneath his feet were soft, yet firm enough to hold him, as if made of something between air and silk.
Suddenly, from behind one of the white towers, a woman appeared.
She was in her early thirties, with long silver hair flowing with the sky's breeze, and blue eyes the color of the clouds. She wore a celestial outfit made of feathers and golden threads, revealing her shoulders and a small part of her chest and body in a graceful, sensual way, without losing its dignity or majesty.
She approached him with calm steps, a faint smile adorning her lips.
She spoke in a warm voice, tinged with curiosity:
"It seems we have a visitor from the Blue Sea..."
Luka stood stunned by her beauty.
He spoke with slight hesitation, placing his hand on his chest:
"My name is Luka... and I think I'm lost in a dream."
Inara smiled, noticing the wonder in his eyes, then pointed to a path of clouds extending between the white buildings:
"Come, I'll guide you to the center of the island. It's easy to get lost if you're not used to the clouds."
Luka nodded as he walked beside her, stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye now and then. Her delicate features, her long dress clinging to her body, accentuating her voluptuous shape. "Will I get a chance to sleep with her?"
"You're the first person I've met here," I said to her, trying to break the silence. "And I didn't expect Skypiea... to be this beautiful."
She looked at him with a smile, as if she understood what was behind his words.
"The island? Or me?"
"Both, honestly."
She chuckled softly, then continued walking without commenting.
She spoke to me simply, telling me about the places—the market, the temple, the clouds that change color in the evening, and the waters that flow from the sky.
"They lived in peace before Enel came."
As we walked through the shimmering cloud paths, I tried to keep my eyes on the road instead of Inara's body beside me.
"Inara, tell me about Birka Island."
"Birka? I've heard of it, but I don't know its location or anyone who's gone there," Inara replied, and she seemed genuinely unaware.
So we talked about other things as we headed deeper into the island.
When I arrived at Angel Island, I tried asking the locals about Birka's location, but I didn't get any clear answers.
"Birka? I don't know anything about that island!" one said while avoiding my gaze.
"It's just a myth!" an old woman said as she quickly walked away.
But some treated me with clear disdain. One of the young men with white wings looked me up and down and said:
"What does this wingless one want from us? Take him outside the island!"
Normally, I would've shut this arrogant man up, but I still needed information, and if I hit him, the police and the people here would take the side of one of their own, not a stranger from the Blue Sea, so I ignored it.
It seems they really don't know about Birka, but I didn't give up. I began wandering through the market, asking sellers and traders, trying to buy information with pieces of gold.
I looked toward the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. Time was passing, and Enel could find the fruit at any moment.
After a day of fruitless searching, I found myself sitting on the edge of the cloud, watching the sun dip into the sea of golden clouds.
"It seems you haven't had any luck in your search."
I turned to see Inara standing behind me, but this time she wasn't alone. A calm man with wings stood two steps behind her, carrying a basket of cloud vegetables.
"My husband... Yan." She introduced him in a short sentence, without the enthusiasm I had seen earlier.
"Hello," the man whispered in a voice soft as the morning breeze, then turned to Inara:
"I'll go prepare dinner."
He walked away with shy steps, leaving the two of us alone.
"He's... strange," I commented, trying to understand the nature of their relationship.
"Yes," Inara replied coldly, then pointed to the spot beside me.
"Can I sit and talk a little?"
She sat beside me on the cloud, while her husband prepared the food in the nearby house.
"About Birka..." she suddenly began, "there's an old sailor who lives on the southern cliffs. He might help you."
"Thank you." I looked toward the house where Yan was stirring food in the pan with those shy movements.
"But... are you okay?"
She let out a short laugh. "Marriage isn't like the stories. But that's not our topic."
Before I could ask her more, she suddenly stood up.
"Dinner's ready. Since you arrived at the island today, how about having dinner with me and my husband at our home and spending the night there, then continue your search tomorrow?"
"I'd be grateful then, Inara." I nodded in agreement to the invitation and followed her from behind, contemplating her body. "Even if she's married..."
I followed Inara into her small cloud home, where her husband "Yan" was finishing preparing dinner. The atmosphere was warm, and the aroma of food filled the air.
"Please, sit here," Inara said softly, warm as the sun on a cloudy day, while gesturing to a seat by the window. Her movements were graceful.
Yan didn't say a word, simply served the food in silence and then sat in a distant corner, as if he were a servant in his own home!
"Try this, it's our traditional dish," Inara said as she placed a piece of cloud-grilled fish on my plate, her fingers lingering on mine for a second too long. Her blue eyes stared at me as if to say: I'm here, and he's not.
"Thank you... It's delicious," I replied, trying to ignore the tension in the air.
Yan quickly finished his meal and excused himself, saying, "I have work early in the morning, so I need to sleep early." As soon as he left, Inara let out a quiet laugh.
"Don't mind him, he's always like that," she said, moving closer to me, the scent of strange flowers wafting from her silver hair. "Now, don't you want to tell me truly why you're here?"
Her hand slid across the table, dangerously close to mine... close enough for any mistake to happen.
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As her fingers touched mine, I felt a small electric spark run through my arm. The scent of exotic flowers drifted from her long silver hair, swaying with every movement, while her blue eyes held an unreadable expression.
"I've heard sailors from the Blue Sea... have exciting stories," she whispered, leaning forward just enough to reveal the delicate curve of her neck and a glimpse of her full bosom.
I smiled, trying to hide my tension. "I'm afraid my stories won't be as exciting as you hope. My time hasn't come yet."
She laughed lightly, her voice like a crystal bell. "Let's see." She slowly brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, exposing more of her elegant neck. "Tell me, what drives a young man like you to such an adventure?"
Her light blue dress clung to her slender figure with every movement, accentuating the curve of her narrow waist and rounded hips. As she moved to refill our glasses, I noticed how her body swayed fluidly, as if she were swimming through the air rather than walking.
"Are you seeking glory? Wealth? Or... something else?" she asked, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of her glass.
Outside, the moonlight briefly illuminated her sharp features—her straight nose, full lips, and the tapered chin that gave her face a regal appearance.
"I'm searching for something... precious," I answered, my eyes following the movement of her tongue as it slowly wet her lips.
"All precious things here come at a steep price," she whispered, leaning in so close I could see the tiny golden freckles on her nose. "Are you prepared to pay it?"
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As the heat between us intensified, Inara suddenly pulled away with practiced ease, as if remembering something important.
"You must be tired after your long journey..." she said, her lips glistening as she spoke. "We have a hot bath in the back. The water is from the warm cloud springs."
She rose gracefully, her blue dress clinging to her curves with every step. "Come, I'll show you the way."
She led me down a narrow hallway lit by faint blue lamps. At the entrance, she reached out to touch my shoulder briefly. "Everything you need is here. I'll return shortly... to ask if you need anything."
She whispered those last words with a hidden promise before disappearing behind the door.
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I stepped into the bathroom, which was entirely lined with white cloud tiles. In the center was a large bath filled with bubbling blue water, emitting the scent of strange flowers.
I quickly undressed and sank into the warm water. Suddenly, I heard the door open softly...
"Is the water warm enough?"
Inara's voice came from behind a thin curtain, where I could see her shadow moving slowly.
"Yes... it's perfect," I replied, feeling my heart pound.
"I'm glad," she whispered as the shadow of her hand traced the curtain lightly. "Tell me... would you like me to rub your back?"
"Yes... I'd be grateful for that," I answered, my voice rough, my heart beating like a war drum.
The curtain slid aside effortlessly, revealing the curve of her slender figure as she approached. She wore a thin white silk robe, nearly transparent in the dim light.
"Turn around..." she murmured, her fingers brushing my shoulder.
As I turned, I felt her warm breath on my back before her soft fingers made contact. "You're so tense..." she chuckled lightly as she massaged my shoulders in slow circles.
"Who wouldn't be with you this close?" I asked, feeling her hands slide lower down my back.
Her fingers paused for a moment at the base of my spine. "You carry so much tension here..." she whispered, her voice dripping like honey.
Her soft fingers slid along my muscular back, tracing every curve and contour of my strong body. "Ah..." she whispered in admiration as she explored each bulging muscle. "I didn't expect the sailors of the Blue Sea to be so strong."
I felt her feet touch the edge of the tub as she moved closer, her hot breath on my skin. "These muscles... firm yet supple." Her fingers pressed deeply, searching for every knot of tension.
"Your husband... does he realize the treasure he's neglecting?" I asked as I felt her fingers slide down my broad shoulders.
She laughed lightly, her lips brushing my ear. "Yan? That weak one? He can't handle the touch of a woman like me." Her hand slid down to explore my muscular arms. "But you... are different."
Her sheer white robe clung to her body as she leaned closer, her breasts now touching my back. "I like strong bodies... that can withstand my passion," she whispered, her fingers roaming over my broad chest.
"This pectoral muscle... is excellent." She pressed her palm against my chest. "And that bicep..." Her other hand slid down to feel my chubby arm. "Stunning!"
I turned fully toward her, the water lapped at my ripped abs. "You seem to be an expert in anatomy," I said, glancing down at her wet robe, nearly ripped from the pressure of her breasts.
"Only I know how to appreciate true masculinity," she whispered as her hand slid under the water, tracing my lower abs. "Mind if I... examine these muscles more closely?"
Her fingers no longer content with massaging; they eagerly dug between my back muscles, each muscular bulge arousing her even more. "Oh my God..." she whispered hoarsely as her light teeth gently nipped at my shoulder. "This body... is like it was carved from stone."
I felt her hand slide forward, boldly roaming my broad chest, while the other felt my cock underwater. "I can't wait until the room..." Her hot breath seared my ear. "I want you now."
Her wet robe silently fell to the floor, revealing her body burning with desire. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice trembling with lust, before sliding her soft body into the tub, nestled between my muscular arms.
The warm water rippled around us as I tightened my arms around her slim waist. "Finally..." she whispered as her scorching lips met mine, our body language speaking more than words could express.
Her thirsty fingers roamed over every muscle in my body, as if she were recording a physical map in her memory. "All this power... all these muscles... mine tonight." Her ragged breaths mingled with mine as our bodies fused in the narrow tub.
I felt her body pressed against mine, every muscle burning beneath her touch. "You're... amazing," she whispered as her lips traced the lines of my chest muscles, each kiss leaving a fiery trail across my skin.
My hands moved and grasped her white ass, kneading it.
She let out a sultry moan, "Ahhhh... yes, like this."
Her right hand slid under the water, gripping my muscular right arm, while her left passionately embraced my neck. "I want to feel all this power," her hot breath filled my ear as I held her tighter.
She slid over me, her soft thighs wrapping around my waist. "Show me... how much power you hide," she challenged me with a fiery gaze, her flowing silver hair framing our faces like a private curtain.
She opened her legs to reveal her pink vagina, grabbed my cock, and pointed it at her vagina. "Show me what you have."
I grabbed her slender waist and lifted her up easily, letting her feel all my strength as I began to attack her burning vagina. "Oh, God!" she cried out in ecstasy as I pressed hard against her, her back against the warm tub wall.
Every movement, every touch, every breath fanned the flames. The sparkling water around us literally began to boil from the heat of our bodies. "Don't leave me... ever," she whispered as her teeth gently dug into my shoulder.
The long hours of training, the grueling battles, the months of travel... were all worth this moment. A body strong not just for fighting, but for satisfying the desires of a fiery woman like Inara.