Every woman Luffy saw wore an intricate ... the only thing he could liken it to was a ball gown, except these dresses only reached as far as their knees. Stockings, bows, and full skirts dominated the street. Even men wore ribbons. They stood out as much as the women did.
From palest pink to darkest blue, ribbons and lace flounced across the street.
Beside him, Nami squeezed his hand. When he pouted at her, his face melted though. Any time he saw her little bump, he couldn't get angry even if she was holding his hand. It was her right to hold his hand even though he hated it. She was carrying his baby after all, and he would do anything to stop those kinds of tears. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, pressing against her stomach, and his chest tightened.
Just them. The two of them - and Chopper too - alone on this island?
Something in him scowled to not travel, but to leave Nami alone - unprotected - boiled his blood.
Besides, none of the Marines would think to track him here.
And she smiled so when she crawled into his lap in the morning. Frisky and with little of her other pregnancy issues when she had been pregnant with Sammy.
He could stand to be here a while longer. Just until the babies were born.
When he watched her instead of the people, he smiled while she pulled a face, but his eyes trailed over the curve of her belly as the wind ruffled her skirt.
"What're you thinking about?"
She pressed against his side, and he grunted while her baby bump pressed against his hip. He extracted his hand to slide it around, squeezing her asscheek. "You in that dress."
Her nose crinkled, pouting. "Not out of it?"
Another breeze, and his eyes darted back down, pursing his lips as he watched her creamy thighs flash across his vision.
Nami snapped her fingers in front of him. "Luffy!"
Luffy couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted to toss every other scrap of cloth out besides those sweet little dresses. Except Nami would murder him.
He had hidden the rest of her clothes instead. With varying degrees of luck.
"I wanna buy you another dress," he heard himself say.
A smile of delight formed on her face. "Really? I saw the cutest shirt the other day."
With a grunt, he took her hands. "Dress."
Nami blushed, blinking at him uncertainly. "Huh?"
He didn't know how to explain it. "I wanna have you in dresses for the rest of the time you're pregnant."
"Hm ..." Her lips flattened, turning her head to the side as if to look at him from another angle before she said, "You just want to flip my skirt like a little boy."
While that sounded interesting, his face contorted. He tried to form the idea in his head first before he settled. "No, it's just really really hot."
"What is?" Nami's eyes were so wide, she almost seemed innocent.
"You. In a dress. Baby bump." He twitched when she snorted in laughter. "It's not funny! It's driving me nuts!"
"You sound like a caveman! Are you so horny for a woman in a skirt?"
"Dress," he said. Licking his lips, he gazed over the swell of her breasts to where her baby bump poked a little further out. This dress was pale blue - filmy, like a nightgown, but not as transparent. Those were at the cabin. "And lingerie."
She smirked. "Oh? Is that an order?"
His hands slapped onto her asscheeks, ignoring a villager who gaped at them before he ran. "Damn straight it is. And I want you ready for my cock again. Like before."
Nami hummed, her belly poking against his abs, and he sucked in deeply. "Aye, aye, Captain."
He gripped the back of her thighs, her body jumping when he squeezed her, and he moaned in her ear as the baby bump pressed a little harder. One baby kicked, and he chuckled, pressing his hand to it.
"You wanna go pick out dresses with Mama?"
She snorted, smiling before she tugged on his sleeve to lead him down the street. "Come along, Luffy. I'm curious what you want to see on me now."
The first set that they found was soft brown and blue colors on white, and Luffy grinned when she pulled it on, her orange locks falling around it. Cream and brown plaid bows adorned the ruffled hem, and she smiled at them before she sighed.
"I should probably have these altered to take these off."
His eyes widened. "Don't do that!"
Nami gaped at him. "Huh? I thought you didn't like bows."
Luffy's lips and nose screwed together, and he tried to form thoughts in his head that made sense. "It's fine on this one." That was all that made sense to him. Maybe, it was just this one.
Except, when she tried on the pale plum dress with an enormous bow on the back, he liked that one too. It had long tails from the bow that went past the short lace hem, and the white stripes outlined her belly, but it all together had his stomach in knots as she twirled in the mirror.
The green one with embroidered purple flowers and ribbons to match in her hair went into the order too. And so did the blue frilled dress, so pale it almost seemed white.
He followed her back to the cabin with several bags in either hand and a lighter wallet, but he could watch her walk ahead of him in the new lemon and lime dress with ribbons and bows, and didn't she look godly in those chunky high heels with the tiny bows on the back? When she glanced back at him, she giggled at his wide eyes and tilted the mini top hat with the white lace and lemon ribbons.
"You look like you've never seen a dress before."
When he grunted, she laughed.
"Let's get home already."
Her eyes widened. "Already?"
"It's home or the middle of the street, Nami." His grip tightened on the handles of the bags, but Nami walked faster, and he soon had their door shut behind them.
He dropped the bags at the door, and she squealed when his mouth sucked on her ear, tugging with his teeth. Her legs parted, moaning while he gripped her thighs. Pulling her skirt up in the back, he ground against her lacy panties with a shudder until they both froze.
"Luffy! Nami!"
Chopper's voice called through the cabin, and Luffy pressed her toward their room. "Nami's busy! I'm busy!" She darkened, attempting to protest, but he clamped his hand over her mouth, whispering. "I want your cunt now."
When she pulled on his shirt, Luffy ushered her the rest of the way into their bedroom, leaving a confused question from Chopper. But it was too late. He stopped her in front of the standing mirror. She panted, eyes searching for his in the reflection while his hands spread over the expanse of her belly.
"Captain ...?"
"Meat."
"Oranges."
He smacked her ass, and she hissed through her teeth. "Spread 'em."
Lifting her cute little skirt from behind, Luffy eyed the new garter belt before he snapped it with a groan.
"Luffy!" Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, but her feet inched apart, still bracing herself so she could take it.
"Fuck, you were right. I do wanna flip your skirt. Bad slut." Luffy pulled on the garter belt, and she tensed, but he waited before releasing it to let it sting her thigh. Nami squealed when he snapped it again, groaning in her ear as he watched her wriggle. He pulled aside her panties to feel her labia, and he smirked. "You're not wet enough. I told you to be ready."
Whimpering when he slapped her thigh, Nami squirmed. "I - I'm sorry! I didn't know you liked it this much!"
Smirking, Luffy cupped her baby bump with one hand while he thrust a finger inside from behind. Her hips jolted, crying out as he worked at her cunt. She spread her legs wider as she moistened on his fingers.
"Mm, what a slut. You see, that wasn't so hard, Nami. Of course, I knew you'd get wet easy. You don't even need cock anymore. You're already pregnant. But you want it still, don't you?" Luffy brought his other hand back to spank her, and her eyes widened in the mirror, panting with an open mouth. "Whore!"
"Captain, please, I'm sorry!" She wriggled on his hand, squeezing tighter while her body pulsed quicker. "I just love your cock!"
With a grunt, Luffy snapped the garter belt again, and her breasts bounced in the mirror as she jerked. She arched, leaning back against him so that his eyes filled with the swell of her belly in the mirror, and she gripped his sides behind her, moaning when he pulled his fingers out to press them against her lips.
"Clean this mess."
As she wrapped her lips around his fingers, Luffy slipped out of his jeans to strike. Her jaw hung open in shock, her tongue laving between his fingers as he thrust inside. Nami coiled around him when he nibbled at her ear, a keening sound escaping her throat.
He rocked his hips, and she sucked hard. Her eyes filled with a heady dazed expression, moaning around wet fingers as she sucked them clean.
Legs slightly parted, she appeared as if she were a doll leaning back against her stand. When he lifted her skirt, he smirked as she flushed fiery red at the sight of his cock delving into her reaches.
"Look at that cunt. It's so hungry."
"Pervert!"
"Mnh, ten slaps for that." With his first smack, Nami gasped, tightening while he continued thrusting. "Fuck, that's right, cum while you get spanked!"
A second, and Nami trembled and constricted with a sharp whine. "Captain! No, please, I'm sorry!"
Three, and she writhed.
Four, and Luffy gripped her other hip to keep her steady, and her body thrust back against him.
"Five! Six!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm cumming!"
His hand landed harder, grunting as her cunt pulled on him, as if sucking his cock like a straw straight from his balls. He grunted. "Seven! Eight!"
Luffy poured into her quivering body, the juices sliding down her thighs, and over the garter belt. With a whimper, Nami sagged back, her mouth hanging open while she panted. For a moment, he just breathed, staring at her body in the mirror.
"I changed my mind ... You got your clothes dirty."
Her eyes flickered open only to widen when he whisked his belt off.
"Last two are the belt. Bend over the bed."
A flash of desire reflected in her eyes back at him through the mirror before she wobbled to bend over the bed. He leaned over a wet cunt and pushed her sweet skirt up to bare her pulled aside panties and ass.
As he snapped the belt behind her, she jumped, biting her lip as she peered back.
"Eyes down." Nami obeyed. She was going to be a good girl today. "Count the rest out for me."
Her response was immediate. "Nine!"
The belt cracked on her ass, and she hissed through her teeth with a sob. Luffy stroked the angry red welt across her skin, groaning. "Don't you know the next number?"
"Ten!" He swatted her ass again, about to kneel behind her before his eyes widened. "Nine!"
Luffy struck again, breathing faster. Nami - in her sweet lemon and lime dress, heavy with child, and bent over in front of him - ordered the remaining eight with soft cries and moans. He met every count with a deep swelling of pride growing inside.
She trembled, but took every lash, yanking on the sheets as she counted down. Before, she had seemed so sweet and innocent. For a while, he had wondered if that was what he liked about it. Except, here Nami was, begging for his belt, and he never wanted her more.
Nami was anything but innocent. In these dresses, they could pretend for a short time that she was though even as she reached a breathy: "One!"
Dropping his belt on the bed after, he grasped her red cheeks to massage them. Nami whimpered, but pressed into his hands with a long sigh.
"You okay?"
"Yes, thank you, Captain." Nami moaned, shivering, and she slowly laid on her side.
He licked his lips before he grabbed the lotion on the nightstand and smoothed it over her trembling hips and plump cheeks. Hands moving in circles, he whispered into her ear, "You're gorgeous."
Nami blinked and sucked her lips into her mouth as her cheeks darkened.
Laughing, he kissed her belly before he stroked the hair from her face. "You want some juice?"
She stared at him a while longer, as if searching, but her lips quirked into a smile. "Yes, please. Thank you."
"Shishi!" Luffy turned to head out after fixing his jeans.
In the kitchen, he poured a glass of orange juice, and Chopper padded inside. "Oh, not busy anymore?"
"Just getting Nami some juice." He paused by the counter, considering. "What's up?"
"You guys were late coming back. I thought we were going to give Nami a check-up today for the twins."
His eyes widened, and Luffy sweated as he thought about all the welts he had layered on her beautiful thighs and ass. They would purple into amazing trophies he could stroke until she healed, but if Chopper saw them ...
"Uh ... can it wait?"