Warnings: Dub-Con, Mind Control, Blood Drinking, Public, Orgy

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Nami was wearing muslin for the first time. She had worn nothing but cotton and linen her entire life. However, if she were to fit in at that social event, she needed to wear such finery as this.

She had found the muslin for sale in the used clothing shop on the corner. It surprised her that it was not so worn as she had feared, but she had needed to dye it a different color to hide the stains. Nami had procured one of the new shades of dye as well. Just like the muslin, it was also incredibly expensive. She couldn't risk spending more money on this venture.

The idea had come to her first at Trafalgar Square after seeing all the surrounding people. Or rather, she had asked questions.

Why was she the one in rags? How did it come to be that they wore fine muslin and silk and not her? What was stopping her from achieving the same thing?

With greed, she watched the people go by and wished that she would not have to beg to work for shillings again - to offer her services by showing her handiwork on bits of cloth. Her hand was excellent with a needle and thread, but they always looked at Nami like she was a rat.

When she looked in a mirror, she thought she looked like one too. As a woman, they would not pay her as much as a man in any case. Only prostitutes seemed to be paid more. That wasn't a profession to climb out of easily, however.

Worse than anything else was the weather. Little crops meant little food in a city where food was already difficult to buy. Summer hadn't come last year, and this year seemed even bleaker for it.

Some days, she did not see the sun.

So Nami had sat and watched the people that passed by in the vain hope to find that which would take her out of this trap of a life.

One young woman had dropped the piece of paper, and Nami had thought to return it to her, but from the young woman's glare, Nami had retreated and decided against it. Since it was hers now, Nami had opened and read the invitation that she thought could finally change her life.

Now she stood in the mirror, the dirty mirror, the one she had pilfered from the corner shop. And she knew exactly where she would wear it too. The paper had been an invitation to a lord's manor where no one would know her, but no one could deny her either. She could be whoever she wanted to be there. Nami would become the debutante that had snubbed her and no one would know the difference.

She had already robbed some young Lord blind the day before to afford this dress, and she only had enough for the taxi that would take her to the manor. She only hoped that the young Lord would not be attending the social event. Or even that he would not recognize her.

Perhaps she had injured him enough that it would not matter.

So it was that Nami stood before a door, mahogany and deep red from the stain. She passed the invitation to the man at the door and walked in like she owned the place.

If she did it any other way, Nami thought they would toss her out. When she found the dining hall and stepped inside, no one stopped her, but some looked at her. These were the glances of men, however, who smiled to see her.

Nami knew these glances - they were the same ones she would see on the street when they thought she was a prostitute on the corner for them. It was her hair, she thought, that made them look. Bright orange locks drew the eye and her hair was long enough that her ringlets reached down to her shoulders even after putting it up.

She relaxed when she noticed they did not give those glances to only her. Many men had such eyes for the woman on their elbow.

Around her, the event seemed in constant flux. People danced in rows in the middle while the other guests mingled with the food and drink. Such food as she had never seen before, however, that was the least shocking thing she saw.

Men flirted with women on their knees. A few hands were up some skirts or down the front. Nami tried not to look, but every corner she turned to had a man whispering into a lady's ear or they danced chest to chest like they were under the sheets.

Dizzy with turning, Nami went to a table, not looking at the food in fear of showing her hunger. In fear that someone would hear her stomach rumble.

At the end of the table, someone said, "Where is Lord Luffy?"

"He went to see what was happening with the refreshments. He looked quite pale, don't you think? A little alcohol might do him good."

"Yes, yes, he'll become nice and red after he has something to quench his thirst."

They laughed as if to tell a fine joke, but Nami didn't know what was so funny about someone being sick. If he wasn't feeling well, he shouldn't have invited people over for dinner and dancing.

However, this was also in her favor. Without the lord of the manor to look over what she was doing, she could do as she liked and slip into the rooms for his money and good food and excellent drink so she could abscond with it.

She nibbled at the food here and there, noting that quite a few people were still arriving for the party. The growling of her stomach dissipated and Nami searched for a hallway that led deeper inside the manor.

Outside of the dining hall, the manor was still. Artwork lined the hallways as she searched and opened doors as she went. Flickering oil lamps at every corner lit the passages until she reached a point where the lights grew further and further apart. Rooms still had a light inside, but she sometimes came across those with only the illumination of the street lamps outside.

Nami wondered if she had gotten lost. She hadn't come across a larder or kitchen or any area that looked like it would contain money. The closest thing she had found was a library that stretched up into a second-floor that she stared at in amazement before she continued on her way.

Thinking back, however, she wondered if she should go back to grab books instead. Those were expensive too and she could sell them. But they might make people ask more questions as well. Better to have money and food rather than dusty old books.

The halls grew darker and colder as she progressed. She could no longer hear the music and laughter from the dining hall.

Her steps echoed behind her, tricking her mind, but when she looked back, it was only her long shadow that tailed her. Even so, she moved a little quicker, skirts whisking in her speed. She did not wish to be caught even by shadows.

Ahead of her, a door opened and closed and she squinted, trying to find who was there. For a moment, she forgot herself and called out to the figure in the dark.

"Who's there?" Nami bit her tongue and cursed herself silently.

Footsteps approached her, so she waited, still squinting while trying to find the edge of the dark shape coming for her. Long shadows from the sconces made illusions.

First a wolf, then a lion.

At last, it spread its arms and for one terrifying moment, Nami thought a winged beast was coming to swallow her whole. When she lifted her arm in warning though, he said, "Are you lost?"

She gazed at a comely face that smiled. His hair was shorter than most of the other men, but it was still tousled fashionably and appeared wet and black in the candlelight. Nami had a sudden urge to run her fingers through his hair, but it was his eyes that caught her. Drew her eyes away from his red lips.

"These clothes look so cold. Aren't you a little chilly?"

Nami blinked. "Why, yes, I am. I hadn't noticed until now." Her head swam a moment, and she shook her head before she asked, "I'm sorry. I didn't get your name."

He licked his lips before he smiled. "I'm the Lord of this Manor. Didn't I invite you? That's all right if I didn't. I can forgive you."

Lord Luffy. Nami shook her head, stunned. She glanced at his lips again, confused, but of course, they weren't red. Why would they be? "I'm sorry for breaking in. Ah, I did not introduce myself. I'm Nami." Frowning, she tried to remember what she was doing here.

"That's all right. You said you were cold, didn't you? I have a warm fire in my chambers."

Cold? "Actually, I feel a little warm, not cold. I don't think a fire will help."

His head tilted to the side, and he smiled before he asked, "Miss Nami, where are you from?"

"The streets," she said. Nami touched her cheek and scowled at the floor. What was wrong with her? Wasn't she being rude by breaking in like this?

She should make it up to him.

Except, her feet stepped backward, and that made little sense to her. Why would she step away?

"So you're a tough sort," he said, licking his lips. "You want to fight me?"

"I - why would I fight you?" Her throat tightened. She had the overbearing urge to scream. "Why would I fight you, m'lord?"

He smiled. "That's better. Come with me."

"Of course, m'lord."

Nami followed him down the hall, taking stiff, jolting steps.

At the door, he said, "Wait here. I need to clean up. I wasn't expecting you after all."

"Of course, m'lord," she whispered, fists in her skirt.

Lord Luffy reached out to stroke her hair from her face. "Thank you."

Once he left her in the hallway, Nami blinked with a shiver. She shook her head, staring at the door with its rich carvings and embellishments before she looked up and down the hall.

It was darkest here. The figure she had seen was gone, but now no one was in the corridor with her. Had it been a shadow alone? After all, her own shadow had spooked her. As she turned about to face the door across the hall, her breath caught when the door opened behind her.

"Where are you going, Miss Nami?"

A hand landed on her shoulder. Turned her around. She stared into his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. "I was just going to look for your money."

He chuckled, and she felt a tug at her lips.

"You're such a beautiful girl. Have you sold yourself to anyone? I'd love to buy you."

Shaking her head, Nami stepped back, covering her temple where his icy finger had grazed her flesh. "I don't. I'm not a whore. I-"

"Shhh, it's all right. I get it - you're not for sale," he whispered, and she wobbled as he guided her down the hall. "I think the mess in there is too much for just myself. The butler will have to clean it up before we can go back."

Hand on her shoulder, she moved along with him and shivered when the dining hall opened to her once more. When she saw another woman dandling on a lord's knee, she shivered and turned away only to run into Luffy's chest. He grinned at her, and her smile tugged alive again with wide eyes. Chilly thumbs smoothed over her cheeks as his hands stroked her hair back.

"Does that make you embarrassed? That's so adorable."

Nami swayed, breathing quicker. His face leaned in closer, making her heart pound. He licked his lips again, and she gasped as his cool tongue touched her lips in turn.

"It's getting warmer," she whispered.

Chuckling, he said, "That's just you, my dear."

He slid onto a chair with a grin and patted his lap. Nami stared at the offered seat. Out of the corner of her eye, several ladies squeaked and squealed on other laps. She licked her lips, fingers tugging at her skirt.

Luffy raised a brow. "You're a tough girl to crack, Miss Nami. Don't you want to sit down?"

She took one step forward before she jerked to a halt, blinking at his smirking face. "Sitting down ... sounds nice."

"Doesn't it? It's comfortable too."

Wasn't it comfortable? All the other ladies were sitting on laps. What was one more?

Inhaling, breath shaking, Nami slipped onto his lap. She clutched her knees though, sitting straight in his lap while his lips touched the back of her neck.

"You really can't relax, can you? What if I tell you I won't bite?"

Nami shuddered, squirming when his tongue laved over her neck. "A bite wouldn't hurt so much though ..."

"This one would. I want to keep you for a while longer, Miss Nami. What do you say? What if you stay here? Well-fed and cared for?"

Her eyes widened, and when he touched her cheek with his cold fingertips, Nami grasped his wrist. "M'lord, you're so kind."

"Because you're so sweet." As his fingers grazed down her throat to her wrist, she stiffened though, and he whispered, "Where did you get the dress, Miss Nami?"

Her shoulders eased back down. "I bought it off the corner shop after I robbed some lordling on the street."

When he laughed again, she brightened. He thought she was funny?

"You're a brazen woman, Miss Nami. I'm lucky to have someone like you to join me tonight."

Nami trembled in his hands as he grasped her breasts through her dress, nipples perking in the otherwise hot room. "M'lord, we can't ..."

"Shh," he whispered, and she clamped her mouth shut.

Luffy pinched her nipples with a pleased hum while Nami jerked, hips thrusting back though her chest moved to meet freezing fingertips. Nami shivered as her mind turned and spun about. A man's hands were on her. Teasing her.

"You can moan though."

Teaching her.

With a gasp, Nami bucked again and grasped his wrists, but as his tongue slicked along her neck, she squirmed in his arms.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

In answer, she rubbed onto his lap and moaned. Luffy sighed in her ear when she rocked earnestly on his thigh. The sensation of fabric on pulsing, sensitive areas had her head swimming. Nami bowed her head and panted while he tugged away on her teats.

He grinned against her neck and sighed. "You like it a lot, don't you? If you do, show me where you like it best."

Body writhing, Nami grasped his hand, pulling it between her thighs.

Luffy chuckled in her ear while his other hand slipped down her dress where he worried her teat into a harder point. She gasped, writhing against his hands. He inched her skirt higher. Writhing on his lap, she could see other hands up other skirts - down dresses to fondle them. No one seemed to pay them any mind.

"Don't worry about others," he whispered, and she released a sigh, relaxing against his hard chest. "That's it. You see? No one will bother us."

She nodded slowly, eyelashes lowering as her senses muted but for his touch and voice. It lulled her, drawing her deeper into the pleasure of his fingers on her breast, cold though he was. Freezing fingertips slipped up her leg too, and she moaned, shivering in his embrace.

His lips drew on her throat. Pulsing.

They never warmed against her skin - still his cold finger drew on her nipple, teasing her to a new height. Nami hissed when his hand pressed between her thighs against a fiery ache that pulsed harder for his chilled flesh.

He whispered, "Is this wanting? Tell me."

Icy fire shot through her as his fingers stroked through wet folds, caressing the heat of her loins. Her jaw dropped when his other hand yanked on the front of her dress to expose her to other men's eyes. Leering eyes. His eyes pulled her back though. It was just the two of them.

"You're being so difficult, but I like that. It's never fun if my snack is too easy."

And he kissed her.

Nami gasped to cool lips, panting while he tugged and pulled on her teats. Her legs spread wider to invite his hand deeper, and he rubbed her clitoris, confusing her body with his icy touch, but it sent shocks of pleasure throughout.

"See? I didn't ask for that," he murmured to her bruised lips when she parted for air. "Tell me if you are a virgin, little snack."

"Yes," Nami whispered, gasping as his cold fingertips grazed lazy circles around her entrance. "M'lord, please!"

Someone laughed, and she blinked, but Luffy leaned in, eyes latched on hers.

"Please ... what?" She licked her lips, and he chuckled. "You?"

"Me," she said. Her hips bucked while he pinched her clitoris, drawing her higher again. Nami clutched either wrist and moaned. He teased the hot pulsing of her entrance, and she arched for it, shaking. Her lips had been loosened finally though. "M'lord, please me. I - I haven't-"

Luffy tweaked her nipple, chuckling in her ear while a whine choked out of her throat. Her body arched for his hands, unsure which to brush against more.

"Can I take it? Can I ... taste it?"

When he licked his lips, his tongue graced her lips as well. Tears filled her eyes, and an intense urge to thrust - his hands away, against his hands - either would do. Her lips parted.

He smiled. "Do I have to convince you, my little tasty treat?"

Nami opened her mouth again, gasping before she jerked when he slipped a finger inside. Her eyes widened as ice spread through her folds. The heat inside struggled to warm the intrusion, but her every buck had her whimpering. His frozen finger stroked against her front wall, and Nami clung to his wrist with both hands, hips quivering.

"I like fighting you too though."

His other hand, freezing and making her nipples prickle with every caress, switched to tug on her other teat while his tongue slicked along her throat. Nami's breath caught, moaning when sharp canines graced her flesh.

With a cry, she clutched his hair and pulled.

As he groaned darkly against her neck, Luffy whispered, "Are you no longer fighting me, little treat? Do you want me to eat you? Is that it?"

She wriggled against him, thighs clamping around his wrist while her hands pulled insistently on his hair.

"What will you do if I release you from my spell, I wonder?" He smirked, and Nami blinked, shaking her head as it spun in shock.

Her hips thrust against his chilly hand, and she whimpered when she turned to see a few men had come to watch, smoking pipes or drinking dark red wines. Something hard jutted against her rear. She looked down to see her breasts bared, a show for them while Lord Luffy dandled and fondled her on his lap.

Nami moaned, body trembling while she tried to make sense of where she was and what was happening. Inside and out. Hadn't she just been down the hall?

Eyes widening, it all flooded back to her. He had done something - had licked blood from his lips and done something to make her talk. She had admitted to her crimes! To the very lord from whom she wanted to rob.

And he had lured her into his dining hall for the rest of the orgy in his manor. More women wore less than she did now. Some men chased giggling mistresses into corners while other women giggled as they taunted men on their own knees before the women.

Luffy's tongue laved up her throat to moan in her ear, drawing her back to her own predicament. "I like your spirit, Miss Nami."

He dug a second finger inside, and Nami clenched around it with a sharp hitch of her breath. It both soothed and agitated the tear inside. She panted as he thrust away.

"Won't you stay a while longer? I want to eat you up."

Shuddering, she bit her lip, glancing at him when his smile grew. "You ... hypnotized me?"

"I hypnotized you," he said, chuckling. "It wasn't easy either."

A cold thumb slicked over her clitoris, and Nami choked on a moan. Luffy buried his face into her throat again, growling something in another language.

"My question still stands though. Will you stay here with me? I want you, Miss Nami." His fingers delved quicker, tearing a bit, but somehow, intrinsically, soothing her pain with the cool of his fingers while she grew hotter around them.

"Want ... want!" Nami blinked away tears, shaking with the effort to not thrust back.

The eyes of the surrounding men roared with hunger she realized. They wanted to eat her too.

"Just - just you!"

Luffy chuckled, his fingers leaving her breasts to push her forward, leaning her so that her breasts hung heavy over the floor.

"What about letting these gentlemen have a drink?"

With his hand gone, Nami panted, aching and wondering at the loss even while Luffy stroked her insides.

She whimpered. "Please, be gentle. I'm a virgin!"

A blond man watching kneeled before her with a lewd grin. As he licked his lips, he murmured, "A virgin tit sounds delicious."

His hot tongue laved over her nipple, causing her to jerk her hips against Luffy's lap. The gentlemen's mouth swallowed her, anything but gentle as he suckled with a voracious thirst. She cried out, clutching his hair while another man with green hair bent to suck her other teat.

The two hot mouths had her jaw drop after the coolness of Luffy's fingers. She moaned and thrust back for tongues that felt like lava even as ice raided her body.

Nami shuddered while Luffy directed her to stand, still bent for the gentlemen who pleasured her breasts. With a flip of her skirt, he was gone, under her skirts to kiss up her inner thigh. Each cold kiss had her shivering, and Nami spread her legs so his thrusting fingers would have room. When his finger pulled out, it left her with a burning ache inside while wet sucking sounds came from under her skirt.

Cleaning his fingers of her juices and blood.

She twitched, panting under the worship of the gentlemen before her until her hips jerked. Cold hands had landed on her thighs, squeezing before he thrust his tongue inside with a slurp. Nami whimpered and thrust back onto his mouth, the cold spreading inside to cool and reheat her body at the same time.

As her body was tortured with pleasure, Nami could only see over their heads. Some watched, men and women alike, or participated in their own indecent ribaldries. Luffy spread her legs, and Nami moaned loud enough to make heads turn when his tongue thrust deeper.

The stinging had stopped on his icy tongue. With lips wrapping around her entrance, Nami sobbed as he sucked, drinking more of her lust and virgin blood. She cried out to his mouth, anticipating his sharp teeth, but he didn't prick her, so focused on her aching passage that she drowned for his cool touch.

Drenching her dress with sweat, she tugged on blond hair, panting as the green-haired man nibbled at her teat. His canines were not so sharp as Luffy's, and she squeaked with every tiny bite. He smirked around her breast, dark eyes on her face.

Heat on her breasts, and cold between her thighs, she writhed and shuddered to their alternating touches. Luffy's tongue, freezing, slicked out over her clitoris.

A sharp cry later, Nami's knees buckled, but Luffy's grip tightened, keeping her upright while waves of heat and ice ravaged her. The blond man parted to kiss her in her passionate tremblings, but she could only lap at his lips like a bitch in heat, yearning even while Lord Luffy's tongue pitched her more. He stretched her out, strumming her burning ache with icy picks until Nami slumped with eyes wide.

She braced herself on either man in front of her. They and Luffy's hands were the only things keeping her upright.

When she glanced over her shoulder, Luffy sat back on the chair while his tongue lapped away smeared red on his lips. Not as much as she had expected, but she wasn't as sore as she had expected either.

"Thank the gentlemen, Miss Nami."

Shaking on her feet still, she tried to stand straight as well, flushing when Luffy's hands slid to grasp her waist. Nami opened her mouth, but the green-haired man thrust his tongue down her throat. With a moan, she melted even while cold fingertips grazed over her flesh. The blond man pulled her over for another embrace, and she hissed when an icy finger found its way into her once more.

They left her with gasps, tongue searching for a mouth that wouldn't come until Luffy pulled her around to straddle his lap.

Pulling her skirt out of the way, she gazed into black eyes that drew on her once again, but she blinked and attempted to turn away. He sucked off the light blood on his fingers after he pulled out.

"Still fighting a little? Even now? I could give you everything you want, Miss Nami."

"I want ... to be free."

The silence from him deafened everything else. When she looked back, Luffy touched her chin, tilting her head so their eyes met. She wanted to bolt, shaking in his arms, but he only whispered, "You tried to rob the wrong manor."

Nami jerked as he put her hands on his trousers.

"Free my cock, Miss Nami."

When she worked at the latches of his belt and trousers, Nami's brow tried to furrow in confusion, but she could only blush. He was hypnotizing her again, but now she watched herself move on his command. She tried to open her mouth, to whisk her hands away, but she only pulled the flap of his trousers down to show what had been causing a bulge.

"You want to be free from hunger? Pain?"

Nami nodded, but she couldn't take her eyes off his jutting cock. Her mind reeled. Apparently, she had fought him before, but now, with his hands under her skirt, she struggled to remember the how.

What had she done before?

"If you want to be free, you'll sit on my cock ... several times." Her hips jerked, and Nami hissed as she gathered her skirts so they weren't in her way. "No longer fighting then? Good."

Her face burned, whimpering as she stood enough to press against icy flesh. With a gasp, Nami whispered, "What are you doing to me?"

Luffy grinned wider, laving his tongue over his lips before he bared his fangs to lick them as well. "What are you talking about, Miss Nami? Don't blame me for what you want. Sit."

Hips jerking, Nami moaned as she thrust onto his freezing cock. She squeezed in shock, gasping and bucking while Luffy grasped her hips, but she slammed down on her own. When his mouth latched to her throat, cold on her hot skin, she moaned, skin prickling while his hands deftly undid her dress. Nami melted in the sticky air of the dining hall, dragging her nails across his shoulders with a whine.

When she moaned, his fangs left tiny imprints on her skin, but he licked across her flesh in the next moment.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Your virgin blood was delicious though."

"Please, m'lord, I can't stop. Please, stop hypnotizing me."

Luffy chuckled, squeezing her hips again. "I'm not. Your body knows what it wants."

Gasping, Nami's hips moved quicker, trying to angle for where his fingers had stroked. Now, his freezing cock spread and filled her with every rock of her hips. Trembling, Nami gasped while she leaned back, clutching around him.

Gown pooled around her waist, his hands stroked up her bare belly, fingers traveling across hot flesh to grasp and knead her nipples. When she moaned, Luffy wrapped his arms around her to drag her back.

She caught his lips, shivering while he sucked earnestly on her bottom lip. Grinding circles on his lap, Nami trembled, clenching a cock that chilled more folds and creases inside. Her tremors took over her frame, wracking her so that her unrelenting hips bucked harder while Luffy flicked over her nipples.

He chuckled when she tightened more, struggling to rub her clitoris against him with each thrust. "M'lord!"

With a growl, Luffy nipped down her jaw to lap her throat, canines tickling her jugular.

Jaw dropping, she clutched at his shoulders as her thrusts grew jerkier. Something inside pulsed hotter, combating the cold of his body. He groaned and grasped her waist, aiding her into her end. Nami released a sharp keening wail into his ear until she collapsed in a heap, sweating over his cold body while a rush of slick seed filled her.

Nami gasped for air, but squealed when his teeth pressed harder against her neck. A prick of her skin made her go still, holding her breath, but he laved his tongue over the tiny break with a grin.

His cock softened inside, and her face flushed with heat. Her body still twitched in the aftereffects of her orgasm, and she whimpered while icy fingers stroked up and down her spine. She laid her head on his shoulder, his tongue gliding over the lines of her neck.

"S'not fair," she whispered, mumbling into his neck, and his chuckle made a pleasant rumble against her breasts.

"It's not? Mm, I suppose most things aren't fair." He stroked hair from her face, cheek against hers as he whispered into her ear, "But you're so alive right now. So fresh ... I want to keep you a little while longer, Miss Nami."

She blinked, shivering when his cold tongue touched her earlobe. "'Keep'?"