Santoryu: Desire

The Going Merry finally set sail. Nico Robin walked calmly along the deck of the little ship as Sanji danced in circles around her. It was amusing to see younger men fawn and fuss over her, but it was not bad. It was even more amusing that she had even asked to travel with this young, rambunctious bunch. Why did she do it? Because Crocodile was no more and she needed a new refuge? No. This little pirate band had no money, no power, and drew way too much attention on themselves. There was no one in the Navy and Revolutionary Army who had not heard of the Mugiwara. Even when she had been the head of espionage and assassination in several places; even when her jobs kept her exposed to great danger, the critical trade off however, was that her true identity would continue remaining a secret. Failing which the wealth and power of the Organisations could buy her enough time to get away, allowing her time to bid closer to her ultimate were key criteria in her choosing of her next place of allegiance. So why now, this one?

Was it the exhibited strength that allowed them to defeat Crocodile? No. They had been inexperienced but lucky. Or did she really believe it when The Straw Hat exclaimed that he would be King? She was not sure. But there was one thing that Nico Robin was sure of; his crew did. And the one who had believed the most completely; the one who had the utmost of faith, doubtless, faultless; the green haired swordsman.

When Nico first gained knowledge of the young group, her first thought was to observe them. This was way before Crocodile had told her to do so; one of the reasons why she was so sought after. She was always two steps ahead of her superiors; double or more in dealing with her targets. As an archaeologist in training, seeking, sorting and sieving through multiple streams of information was her greatest asset. She knew the Straw Hats had to be monitored closely, and they would almost certainly cross paths. Even before Vivi had reached them, Nico Robin was already spying on them quietly afar. Sometimes she would slip in, with the power of her Hana Hana no Mi, in the quiet depths of the ocean night, as the crew reverberated loud snores in the Going Merry. She could remember the first night when she had slipped in and first came face to face with the ex Pirate Hunter.

Before joining the Strawhats, Roronoa Zoro was already an infamous swordsman, who had trained himself the unorthodox Santoryu technique. Even though Roronoa Zoro had not the heightened physical abilities of a Devil Fruit user, there were more than one occasions that he appeared to have sense her presence, something that had never happened before. Not even the Captain had detected her presence, however close she was. Fortunately, that sense had not been as well developed- or possibly drowned out by the swordsman apparent distraction by the red haired girl.

However, the swordsman soon began picking up on her presence, and it became increasingly difficult to continue spying on them, even from afar. His eyes would flash a dangerous gleam, which made her heart leap in both fear and anticipation- such was the raw animalistic power that this man possessed.

When Crocodile had finally been defeated, Luffy, for strange reasons, insisted that she travel along with them. Since she had no other place to go, she accepted… even though she knew that was only a flimsy cover up. A person such as she, a wanted criminal and feared leader of an assassin's guild, would be more than happy to travel alone, once free of patron who had demanded so much from her. But the swordsman who had participated in the struggle against her former boss- a chance to observe him up-close without fear of being caught, was too much of an opportunity to let go.

As expected, Zoro did not warm up well to her. She tried a few approaches, but his combat instincts screamed danger whenever she came close. He was right of course. Nico Robin was, and still is, a notorious assassin. But after a futile attempt too many, the archeologist resigned herself to be content with hiding her presence better by blending in with the crew, so as to just observe him unnoticed.

She was successful. After all, it was kind of difficult to stay either calm or in combat mode with a rambunctious crew such as the Straw Hats. Zoro eventually let down his guard, enough so that Robin was even able to slip in and out of his room, unnoticed.

After sailing for almost a month, the Going Merry finally had to make its stop at an island to replenish supplies. Being docked at land had finally disarmed the swordsman. Nico Robin then decided it would be the perfect opportunity to observe the green haired youth even closer, when he was fast asleep.

The Straw Hats finally ended their nightly song and dance, with Nami celebrating her petty thievery and jaw-dropping supplies negotiation skills. Much wine was drunk and food consumed, and everyone soon turned in for the night.

Nico Robin waited until she heard the loud definite snores coming from the male crew, and the pretty navigator's soft sleep murmurs, before letting herself up from the bed in her room. Quietly she made her way out and towards where Roronoa Zoro's resting quarters were.

The door was expectedly locked. With her Devil fruit power, Nico erupted a hand at the door and unlocked it from the inside of the room, letting herself slip in silently with the shadows. Her deep azure eyes scanned the darkness and set still at something hanging across the middle of the room. Lying quietly in a fishnet hemlock, his eyes closed, was the green haired swordsman, his breaths gentle and Low.

Nico Robin walked softly towards the hemlock, careful to hide her presence. The room's window was left often, allowing the cool sea Breeze to gently caress her straight silky hair. She was now only two steps away from the sleeping swordsman. Two of his katanas stood close by the side of his hemlock, but one of them lay clutched against his chest, his muscular arms folded. A soft snore emanated from his lips. Nico Robin could hardly stifle a giggle. He was sound asleep.

There was something about him that captivated her. What it was she was not sure. Roronoa Zoro was much younger than her, almost by a decade. But his eyes carried a spirit that seemed wise beyond his years. Nico observed that in spite of his brashness, rudeness and infamous lack of direction sense, he had always played the role of the older, dependable Brother in the young pirate troop. No matter how hard were the battles or how senseless were the decisions of their Captain, Zoro was the one who would gamely accept and face them all, with and for his crew.

For someone like Nico, who had spent half her life alone, betraying others or being betrayed, she could barely understand where his conviction came from.

The beautiful archeologist leaned over the sleeping youth and stared. Under the gleam of the full moon, streaming in from the open window, Nico Robin could see clearly for the first time, the features of this strangely captivating man. His green mossy hair, usually gelled into a gleaning, spiked fashion, now lay over his forehead in soft locks. His long, dark lashes fluttered lightly, as he murmured in his sleep, and Nico Robin traced the outline of his broad forehead, high nose bridge and broad mouth, a little trace of ecstasy. His features were undeniably manly, and very sexy. She could not resist from holding out one forefinger, and lightly touched the tip of the swordsman's nose.

The green haired man did not stir. Emboldened by the lack of response, Nico Robin raised another finger and stroked the side of his cheeks. His breath remained even and steady. The archeologist was now captivated by the rise and fall of that broad, muscular chest, that strained against the cotton fabric of his shirt. Her hand moved to that chest, and she felt her palm jolt in pleasure as she lay it upon the firmness of all that muscle. Gently, she began stroking, stroking, moving it down towards the powerful swordsman chiselled abs. They were rock hard, as Robin felt the cheap thrills of a high schooler. Then suddenly, without warning, a flash of green went by her eyes, as she felt a small pressure strike her off balance from her feet, and heavily she crashed and rolled across the wooden floor, her body tightly wrapped in someone's arm. It happened so fast, that by the time she realized what was going on, she was already pinned to the floorboards, her hands held high above her, and Zoro's wide awake brown eyes staring down as her.

"What are you doing in my room, woman?" He growled, brows furrowed.

Menacing as he was, Nico Robin only felt that more attractive. That animal magnetism and raw power, was something that even Crocodile never had over her, despite the several times he dragged her to his bed. Those nights to her, were just means of getting him off her back, but this one, this young man, was driving her to watch him almost everyday, now to the extent of invading his room and being captured in such a vulnerable position. She couldn't use her powers with her hands pinned now- or couldn't she?

"Sorry to startle you," was all she could reply. She wanted to tease him, like she always did in the day. But this time, now pinned under him, all she could do was to restrain herself from trembling in excitement.

"You haven't answered me," he growled again, tightening his grip on her wrists. His right hand, calloused from countless sword fighting, was large enough to grip on both of her slender wrists, as the other hand slammed down roughly on the floor, landing very near at her cheek. She smiled at him, coyly.

"I definitely wasn't doing anything that would bring you harm," she said softly.

"Bullshit. You were touching me with- with these funny hands of yours."

"Funny?" Robin broke into a little chuckle. "Normally, people would call them sexy."

The swordsman face looked a little surprised. For a brief moment, he softened his grip, but then changed his mind and held her wrists tighter. It was hurting her, but Nico felt pleasure through the pain.

"What the hell are you plotting, woman? Speak, and I may let you live."

Nico Robin laughed again, softly. She gazed back at him lazily, and and arched her chest out towards him. She could see his eyes widening a little. She decided to see how it would play out.

"What if," she began, her eyes looking downward slyly, "what if… I tell you that I wanted to have sex with you…?"

"W-what?!"

The shock of her forthright confession jolted through the swordsman like a thunderbolt. Immediately he let go of her wrists, but before he could move away, Nico Robin commanded the powers of her Devil's Fruit, bounded the man with several arms, holding him fast to her body.

"Keh!" The swordsman shouted angrily. "I knew this is a trick-"

Before he could complete his sentence, two hands gagged him over, as his eyes flashed in anger.

"Calm down!" cooed the archaeologist. "If you yell, everyone on the ship is gonna wake up, even the dead of the sea!"

The mighty swordsman look like he was about to slice her Devil Fruit arms into pieces, his face glowing a fiery red.

"Come on, don't get so angry. Now, I am going to let go of your mouth now, just promise me to keep it low, okay?"

The Devil Fruit arms and hands dispersed into floating petals, but Nico Robin's arms kept hold of the swordsman's strong forearms. She knew Zoro, who had been most suspicious of her intentions of joining the crew, would not believe her so easily. Her seduction had to be more direct than ever. A little conjured hand popped the buttons of her blouse and ripped the front open, exposing her large breasts. Her tiny pink nipples stood erect at the exposure of cold sea air. Goosebumps were spreading across the body- how would the object of her desire react?

Roronoa Zoro stared darkly at the two large mounds of milky brown flesh. Everything within him was screaming danger. But he was still a virile young man, and he could not help but react at the sight before him. Nico Robin was older, but she was beautiful. She could have any man at her knees, and kill them as they sleep. That was why he was so wary of her. And now here she was, laid like as helpless kitten before him, her large violet eyes glistening, her full lips slightly parted, as if compelling him to ravage her.

"This… what are you planning, really." He said quietly at last. His face was red, but it was no longer anger. Robin could almost feel her heart skip a few beats.

"I just want you to...hold me."

"You are just messing with my head, aren't you?"

"No." Robin took hold of the same hand that had gripped her wrists together earlier, and gently led it to her breast.

"I really want to make love to you," she whispered, cupping her hand over his, feeling goosebumps rising all over her back as she felt his warm palm over her nipple. She closed her eyes, guiding the hand to a little massaging motion.

Zoro let out a little growl, but this time it was low and sensual. In one swift movement, he lifted Robin off the floor and carried her to his hemlock. The hemlock swayed gently as he placed her tenderly on it, betraying his gentleness despite his powerful exterior.

"What?" he uttered, as Robin smiled at him playfully.

"We could have just done it on the floor, you know. Or, are you trying to run away?"

"Don't be stupid," he replied, "I just don't want you to run away instead." He pulled the darked haired woman towards him as she sat on her hemlock like a swing, and straddled himself in between her legs.

"But I suppose the floor might hurt my back," she said, exposing the real reason behind the swordsman's action, as he blushed lightly.

"You must be a real animal," she whispered again, as she let the rest of her blouse slip off her shoulders. She was not wearing anything else beneath, except a pair of white panties. She could hear Zoro's breath quicken, as she laid her hands on his chest and slid them down towards his groin. She could see a large bulge in his pants.

The swordsman tore off his shirt quickly, revealing a glistening sculpted body. Robin thought her heart was going to stop. She had seen him shirtless so many times, fantasized about his body for countless of nights, and here she was in his room, his body only hers to watch and feel. As Zoro unzipped and removed his pants, her heart pranced in joy and unbridled excitement, for it was more than what she expected. His large, engorged, member, bigger than any man she have had, was upright and ready, and that it could literally tear her into two, made her insides wet in anticipation.

"I guess you like what you see…?" the green haired swordsman said, somewhat triumphantly.

Nico Robin gave a sly chuckle. "Well, the performance of the 'sword', lies with its 'master', doesn't it?"

"Ah." The swordsman's eyes darkened again, making the insides between her legs slick up even more.

Zoro cupped the dark haired woman's breasts and kissed them hungrily. His lips were unexpectedly soft, his tongue warm and wet, and a soft cry escaped the archaeologist's lips when he clamped his mouth over her nipple and areola. With a light sucking pressure, he first gently licked over her left nipple, wrapping and wiggling his tongue around it. His other free hand began groping her breasts, somewhat roughly, before kneading her other nipple with his thumb. Between her legs Nico Robin could the full length of the young man's rock hard member, and as she rocked gently to and fro on the hemlock in response of his oral onslaught, she could feel the erect, swollen head of the same member, pushing against the base of her navel. Unwittingly, Robin soon found herself grinding the wet of her panties against the swordsman's hot shaft, her moans increasingly louder as she felt the pleasure of her clit massaged by its heat.

"You are going to wake the rest of the crew," smirked the green haired swordsman.

"And who is to blame for t-this- ah!"

Zoro clamped his mouth heavily over her other breast, continuing the onslaught. Robin was beginning to wriggle under him in frustration. Sensing her eagerness, the swordsman lifted her legs up by the thighs, and removed her thoroughly soaked panties.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, licking his lips, his eyes locked at the lush nether bloom in between Nico's legs.

"Fu fu, I get that a lot," she replied, unabashedly.

This apparently tickled the swordsman. With a grin, he mock-growled.

"But I am going to destroy it."

Abruptly, the swordsman stood straight up, pushing Nico Robin's thighs towards her breasts. As swiftly as he had stood up, he positioned the head of his member to her entrance, and gave one firm thrust.

"Ooh," he groaned softly. Nico Robin was so wet, that the large round knob of head, huge as it was, just slipped right in. The archaeologist was so shocked by his sudden manoeuvre that all she could do was to gasp out loud, her insides clamping on tight onto the member that came in.

"You… so tight…"

Robin shivered at the sound of his baritone voice, as he bent forwards, his strong arms now holding both her legs upwards and together with her arms; the hot member had slid just a little deeper, and Robin could already feel the largeness pushing parts within her that have never been touched before. She shuddered and shook, her eyelids fluttering, which only excited the swordsman more; deeper he let his member slide into the older woman, but oh so gently- and it was by then he realised how attracted he was already to her, so much so, that he wasn't ready to hurt her, even though the insides of his groin were churning. It took almost all of his martial art training and discipline, to not hold her legs apart and thrust violently at her wanton body.

"More… please…" pleaded Nico, much to the frustration of the swordsman. But Robin was already at her limit. She could almost feel him at her womb, and yet he had not pushed his entire length. There was even a little pain, even as she knew that the object of her desire was keeping himself under control, but even so, she wanted only him to just ram the rest of his hot shaft into her and fill her up mercilessly. Knowing that his gentleness of heart would not let him, Nico Robin, despite her position, managed to cross her hands just a little, and conjured two tiny hands at the sides of the swordsman's sculpted rear.

"W-what are you doing?" stuttered Zoro in surprise. But it was too late. With the two hands, Nico rammed herself down the rest of his shaft, letting a cry escape her lips.

"Robin!"

Pain and pleasure ripped through her body, and Robin came in violent spasms, just at the impact of the full penetration. Zoro watched, his face piqued in shock and hot desire, as he felt tight hot flesh, vibrate and pulse on his member. Liquid lust swirled around his member, before finally collecting into a dripping pool.

Zoro could no longer hold back now.

Gripping Robin by the underside of her knees, the powerful swordsman began rocking against the now crying archeologist, as her mind flipped her from heaven to hell, as more pain and pleasure reverberated across her nether regions. Harder and harder the swordsman rocked against her, with the hemlock gaining momentum, Nico soon found herself swinging to and fro the swordsman, as his gigantic member impaled her over and over. With one hand over her mouth, she bit her palm to avoid crying out loud, but that came to naught when Zoro released her legs and went for her breasts. Nico, half sobbing in pain and half crying in pleasure, kept her legs wide open for the man who promised to destroy her lower flower. She was all willing, and soon she convulsed into multiple orgasms.

"Zoro… Zoro.. Zo..ro….!"

A series of orgasms erupted through her body. Her nether regions have become increasingly sore, but the thrusting was ruthless, and Nico Robin felt herself coming helplessly again and again. But the swordsman was not to be so easily satiated. Momentarily he stopped, but only to flip the woman over to her side by the legs, his cock still rammed tight inside her. Nico squealed at the sensation of her being literally screwed… and then bit onto her arm as the swordsman continued banging sharply at her.

Nico Robin had finally found her match. For what seemed like eternity, Nico was coming and coming and coming; her mind no longer knew what was going on. For each time she came, Zoro would shift her to another position on the hemlock, for soon, Nico Robin was begging for mercy. She now finally understood why he carried her to his sleeping place.

"P-please, let me go…" she cried out at last.

"Weren't you the one who asked for it?"

"I, uh, ah, n-no- argh!"

Nico Robin came violently for the countless time, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"So do you admit defeat…?" asked the swordsman. He had not ejaculated, yet.

"Y-yes…" moaned the archeologist softly.

"Will you try to sneak into my room once again?"

"N-no…"

"Will you ever try to tease me, taunt me, like just now?"

Robin couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. So that was what he was unhappy about.

What a petty little man, thought the archeologist to herself.

"What's so funny?"

The thrusting stopped. Nico Robin was being held at the waist, her back towards Zoro. He seemed to favored this position the most, which was also the position when she came the fastest and most violently.

"Zoro… I want to see your face."

A pause.

This time, the swordsman did not attempt to change her position with him still inside her. Quietly and gently, he eased himself out of the archeologist, releasing a gush of nether liquid that came all from Robin. Before he could slip away, Robin turned around on her own and hugged the swordsman tightly.

"I will always tease you, taunt you, seduce you," she whispered in his ear. "I will always do it, until the day you tell me that you are tired of it, and will see me no more…"

"I don't want that," replied Zoro, almost loudly.

"You saying that makes me happy."

"I-I…"

"I've always liked you, Zoro. Always. Not just because you are such a hell of a sex god. I- I hope you understand that at the very least, I will never, ever bring you harm."

Zoro looked at the beautiful dark haired woman who was holding him plaintively by the arms. Her eyes were dreamy, her expression soft, and her large violet irises were drawing him irresistibly into her gaze. His heart was beating, loudly. Was he falling for this woman?

"Will you kiss me…?" Nico asked, softly. Her heart was thumping wildly too, in her chest.

Zoro looked down at the pair of soft, full lips. Once again they were slightly parted, and her eyes were brimming in hope and anticipation. In the moonlight gleam, the dark haired archaeologist had become a goddess, and he, for all his prowess in the battlefield, was rapidly losing.

Zoro lowered his head… and Nico Robin, happily clasping the swordsman by the cheeks, threw herself to meet his equally parted lips, a single tear streaking down her cheek.

Perhaps this time, she was alone no more.