One Howling Adventure! 5

Chapter 5: Of Joy and Sad Departures.

I paced back and forth, uncaring for the bandages covering my chest, hand, and wrapped around my head. The village’s doc had told me my eye was a lost cause, but that wasn’t important since Katara was giving birth to our child. Kaya was kind enough to volunteer her mansion for our use while we were on the island, and the midwife had taken one look at Katara and dragged her into a room while giving orders to Kaya and Nami. That was three hours ago, and I was stuck waiting for word and permission to enter.

“Sir, would you please stop worrying? Your wife is in good hands, Millna is the best midwife from here to Loguetown,” the sheep-looking butler tried to assuage me.

Much as I wanted to say something about sheep and wolves, I just grunted before shifting into my feral form and curling up in front of the door. I could smell the amniotic fluids (don’t ask me how I knew that’s what they were, I have no idea) and hear the midwife’s instructions, along with words of encouragement from Nami that seemed… the only way I could think to describe them was in solidarity, but that didn’t make sense.

My ears perked up as I picked up a new scent, buried under Katara’s. My head rose from my paws as I heard a newborn’s cry. It took all my willpower not to break down the doors and rush in there, but I managed to hold out until Nami stepped out with a smile.

“You c…” was all I heard before I slipped past her and bolted to Katara’s side, shifting into my hybrid form as I did so.

Our baby was already nursing, and Katara gave me a tired smile as I pulled her into a one armed hug. A small head full of black hair, skin a perfect blend of mine and Katara’s, I had never imagined how much I could love someone so small, I wanted to give them the world, and beyond.

“Kya,” Katara whispered as she leaned her head against my chest. Soft, gentle snores drifted from her, and I chuckled as I carefully lifted her up, without disturbing her or our daughter, so I could settle onto the bed with Katara in my lap.

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“No way,” I told Katara, hardly able to believe what she’d just asked of me.

“Logan,” Katara began.

“I’m not leaving you and Kya, not just after she was born.”

Katara sighed, shifting her grip on our sleeping baby girl, “Logan, remember on that island, when we talked about what we wanted out of life?”

“You wanted a big family.”

“And you wanted to fight, the stronger the opponents the better. That won’t happen if you stay here. Kya and I will be fine, I control water and this is an island, there’s nothing I can’t fight off that comes from the sea.”

We argued into the night, but… somehow, I was leaving the most important girls in my life behind. That doesn’t even touch on the argument we had in the morning.

“I think I misheard you,” I told her, thoroughly confused.

Katara seemed equally confused for a moment, before a look of realization crossed her face and she glanced around carefully. Seeing no one, she whispered, “Are one night stands frowned upon in your world?”

Of course I told Katara, a year and a half on that island made keeping that a secret was basically impossible. But, I answered her question, “No, but having sex with women other than my partner is.”

“Logan, you’re going to be at sea for months, probably years. Your eyes are going to wander, maybe more will happen, maybe it won’t. But it’s understandable if it does. It’s a well known fact of life when most of the world consists of oceans and archipelagos. So long as you practice your whalebone carving and have something for me when we next meet, I don’t mind if you have some one night stands.”

“And if something happens and I’m tempted to want more?”

Katara gave a sultry grin, “Well, I did say I wanted a big family. Besides, harems weren’t uncommon on the island I grew up on.”

My hand went to my head as I groaned, trying to decide how to approach this bomb she dropped on me. That’s when I felt her hand rubbing at sheathe through the pants I’d bought when we first landed on the island. Looking down at Katara incredulously, she met my one-eyed gaze with a wink as she knelt down. By this point, Katara knew me well enough that my, ahem, ‘red rocket’ was out and ready before she’d even finished settling on her knees.

“I’m still recovering, so this is the most we can do,” she said as she pulled both my pants and her top down.

My eyebrows rose up in surprise, much as I enjoyed it when she used her breasts, Katara specifically avoided doing so. In her own words, ‘it loses something when we do it too much.’

With both hands, she jerked my cock a few times as she drooled into the valley between her breasts. Once she was satisfied with both how ready I was and the amount of lubrication she’d provided, she used one hand to spread her spit and my pre before leaning forwards and enveloping my dick between her breasts.

I couldn’t hold back a groan as Katara began fucking her breasts with my cock, leaning down to catch my tip in her mouth whenever it poked through. Katara giggled as I leaned against the wall, her ministrations making it hard for me to stand upright. Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to let out a howl as I erupted between her breasts, my claws digging furrows into the wall.

Letting go of her breasts, Katara leaned in to take my length into her mouth. Her hands reached around to grab my ass to pull me in as she shoved her head forwards, taking me deeper than she ever had before. Her tongue peeked out from her lips to lick my knot, and I left more gouges in the wall as I came again.

Panting, I slid down the wall until I was sitting at the base while Katara cleaned herself up. Sensually, slowly, she lifted up one breast, then the other, licking up my cum and squeezing her breast until a dribble of milk came out. As she tucked her breasts away, she cupped my cheek and said, “If that wasn’t enough, go with them and the next time we meet, you can have my ass.”

I blinked a few times, before glaring at the grinning Katara. She only had one thing to say to my glare: “And maybe the next time we meet, Kya will have a younger sibling on the way.”

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I was too distracted at the time to notice, but based on the scent trail I’m pretty sure we had a voyeur during our little ‘farewell’. Based on the prominence of the scent in the house, it was obvious that Usopp’s girlfriend had been the one to spy on us. Based on what little interaction I’d had with her, I think she’d be embarrassed instead of furious.

Still, it was with a heavy heart I headed down to the new ship we were given. The fact that I was leaving Katara and Kya behind meant that I couldn’t enjoy seeing the real, live Going Merry nearly as much as I thought I would. Climbing up onto the deck, I picked a bunk and put my meager belongings away.

I took a quick tour of the ship, easily determining where the quartermaster’s office was and taking stock of all the supplies we had. Obviously, we weren’t short on anything, but I figured it would be good to get in the habit.

“There you are,” Nami’s voice came from the doorway.

I glanced up, seeing her standing there with a smile that faded as I turned back to the papers and numbers before me.

“Who rained on your parade?” Nami asked as she stepped in.

“Do I really need to spell it out?” I growled as I jotted down some notes.

Nami was quiet for a moment, before she said something that nearly shocked me out of my hybrid form, “When we met I was making plans for arranging you to fall overboard if you’d been taking advantage of Katara.”

“What?!” I asked, shocked and more than a little terrified.

“I’ve had bad experiences with individuals that look like a mix of human and animal, and the first thing I see of you is a heavily pregnant girl who didn’t know how long she’d been alone with you. I was being cautious, but after talking to Katara and seeing you interact with her I concluded that I didn’t need to arrange an accident.

“She also told me about how she had to convince you to come with us. Look at it this way: just think of the stories you’ll have to share with her and Kya when you come back.”

I looked Nami in the eye, considering her words and thinking about her words, “That helps a little, but I’m probably still going to be a bit bitter about leaving Katara. By the way, do you think there’ll be any problems with me taking over the role of quartermaster?”

“Doubt it, I’ve been acting as navigator, treasurer, quartermaster, and medic so having someone to take one of those roles would be a relief.”

“Maybe I should take over the role of treasurer as well,” I said with a teasing tone.

Nami’s response was to give me a smile before strutting over to me and sitting in my lap. Slowly, she ground her hips into mine before leaning in and whispering in my ear, “Only if you want me to skin you and wear you as a fur coat.”

Lightly biting my ear as she pulled away, she leaned back with a raised eyebrow, causing me to gulp and try to ignore the way my dick was struggling to rip its way through my pants, “Message received, loud and clear.”

“Good boy,” she said with a cheeky grin and a kiss on the end of my nose.

It was only as she got up that I saw what she was wearing under her skirt. Nothing. Great, now I was going to have a case of blue balls not just from her lapdance, but also her flashing me. Well at least Nami was leav… and she just bent over, showing me both her rosebud and her bare snatch.

You’d think a year and a half with a naked woman would make me immune to such teasing. You would be very, very wrong. I just hope Sanji doesn’t decide to declare a blood feud against me for Nami’s affections.

Shaking my head to put any thoughts of women troubles out of my head, I redirected my focus to the current list of supplies. Pulling out a clean sheet of paper, I started to transfer the information over in a cipher that I knew no one would be able to break. If it worked for the US military in WWII with the Navajo Code Talkers, it should work for me. After all, it wasn’t like anyone in the One Piece world knew Old Norse.

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The next month at sea was… interesting. Not just managing our food and grog stores when dealing with Luffy’s appetite, but the fact that every time I approached Usopp to ask about making sure we had enough supplies for his tinkering he practically jumped out of his skin. I wasn’t that sneaky, was I? Plus there was Nami trying to get me to teach her Old Norse. I admit, with all the teasing she did (just yesterday she was walking around in a bikini top and her girls just ‘happened’ to pop out), the fact that she was so desperate to know the “bat-guano crazy cipher” I was using was quite amusing.

Was it petty of me? Oh absolutely. Did I care? Not a chance. I was having way too much fun at having something over the woman who made my life one long string of blue balls. Of course, I took the time to practice my scrimshaw to make a tag for Katara. I was right, I went through a lot of whalebones before I had something even close to acceptable. Even now, I wasn’t really happy with what I had. It was roughly the right size and I’d made a decent paw print design, but the edges were horribly wobbly. I was actually in the middle of working on another tag when I was interrupted.

“So Logan~” Nami cooed as her breasts pressed against my head. “Are you sure you won’t teach me your cipher?”

Her hands slid along my chest as she asked, drifting lower and lower before slipping under the waistline of my pants. I did my best to remain focused on my carving, even when her dainty fingers wrapped around my sheathe and started to stroke.

“Nope,” I told her, just barely avoiding growling.

“Are you sure?~”

By this point, she’d coaxed my dick out of its sheath, but before this could go any further I set the whalebone down and pulled her hands out of my pants. Still holding onto her wrists, I stood up and turned around, barely paying attention to the fact that she was topless.

“Was there anything else, Navigator Nami?” I asked, doing an admirable job at keeping my frustration out of my voice.

“Usopp spotted land, we’re about five minutes out from dropping anchor,” she said, a hint of tension in her shoulders. Blinking, I let go of Nami’s wrists (causing the slight tension to vanish) and picked up a sheaf of papers.

“Did Usopp say how big the land was?”

“Just that it looked like a decent sized island. How are we doing for supplies?”

“If possible I’d like to see if there’s any sort of citrus on the island, and also try to bag some game. Luffy’s gone through most of our food stores, and the grog is running low so we’ll need to restock on vitamin C.”

Within the hour, all five of us were on the island and I’d already spotted a few lime trees covered in ripe fruit. I immediately started stuffing a bag with limes while everyone else marveled at the freaky wildlife. Yes, yes, a rabbit mixed with a snake is weird, I’m a giant wolfman and our captain is an inflation fetishist’s dream girl, weird checked out two islands ago.

Depending on how you look at it, my focus on restocking our supplies so we didn’t get scurvy was either fortunate or unfortunate. I missed the whole ghost display, but I didn’t have to deal with a bunch of traps either. Thus, like Zoro, I got to meet Gaimon after our captain had befriended him.