Summer raged.
Outside, the heat swirled with tempest winds, and the waves frothed on the shore. Struck rocks so hard Nami feared the storm would toss them at the castle.
It never did, but she watched warily. Half of the court seemed transfixed on this night before her lord husband's departure.
However, something took her attention away from the sea's ire. She cast a glimpse behind her, almost daring to hope or dream that he wasn't ogling her. Yet, their gazes crossed, and Nami had no choice but to turn away.
"Are you afraid, my dear?" Sanji squeezed her arm, and she smiled for him as he pulled her against him. "Don't fret so. This weather only means I can stay by your side a while longer."
She peeked for the king again, but didn't find his eyes this time, flushing deeper with a shiver. However, when her lord husband wrapped his arms around her, she thought that she would feel safer. Yet, how could she when the king wanted to send him to war? Nami clutched his jacket only for Sanji to press her back, grinning.
"You're so loving, my lady. I don't deserve it."
Nami fought the retort and blush. It wasn't entirely proper, and yet, her tongue loosened as she smiled. "Why? Have you done something to deserve it?"
A flicker passed his eyes, and she blinked, but it was gone. Nami thought that odd - especially since it made her remember something that she squashed down fiercely.
He grinned, pinching her cheek. "Not at all, my lady. I'd do anything to have you kiss me again though."
She smiled, turning her head away. "Not in front of so many."
And she saw him again. The king's dark eyes watched her. Her eyes widened a moment before she pressed a hand to her lord husband's face to deflect him and his playful protests. She tried to laugh along. Sanji pulled aside her hand to chase her with kisses.
Yet, his black eyes chased her.
"Oh, to be young," Lady Robin of Ohara said from across the table. Nami flushed before she pouted at her husband who chuckled when he finally ceased.
"Leave them be. They're newlyweds," Lord Usopp said. Beside the former knight, Lady Kaya smiled behind her hand.
She giggled. "You're thinking of our honeymoon?"
"Always!"
Nami's lord husband chuckled beside her until a shock of light filled the room. The rumble of thunder shook the castle itself.
She stared out at the sea past the windows. Even with the clouds and rain, it was still sweltry enough to dampen her gown. When she stood with a sigh, Sanji glanced at her. "My lady?"
"I'll be back in a moment. I need to freshen up."
Sanji seemed to melt, clasping her hand. She flushed from how sweaty he was - much like her own - and tried not to grimace at the sensation. "Don't be long. I wanted to check on something myself though. I might be a while."
Nami paused, pursing her lips. "What is it?"
"Nothing to worry your sweet head." Letting him kiss her hand, Nami walked alongside him to the exit of the hall. He bowed to her with a grin. "Oh, yes, I wanted to ask you something, my lady."
Her brows rose for a moment. "Ask, m'lord."
"I was considering the maids I would need to bring along to war. Not too many. Just enough for laundry, mending, cooking, that sort of thing. But has your Nojiko ever been in a war camp?"
Nami's breath caught, and she shook her head hard. "Never! I wouldn't want to lose my maid in any case. I-" She cut off and swallowed nothing, blushing. "I'm sorry, m'lord, I just don't think it's a good idea."
"Of course! No harm done, my love." He smiled, and yet Nami's heart would not stop hammering. Sanji kissed her hand again before they parted. "I'll see you in a little while."
With a glance she spared to check for the king's eyes, Nami ducked away to leave the dinner. Just what had he been talking about? He wanted to take Nojiko to war? What would Sanji want her for anyway? Nami shook her head from the thought. She wouldn't allow it. Besides, she was the betrayer here. Her lord husband had done nothing wrong.
Sanji would soon leave her to the whims and lusts of the king.. If he took Nojiko, she would truly be alone! Nojiko would be her only comfort here. Unless she could do something about the king.
Yet her mouth stayed stuck.
If she admitted to what happened, what could they do? Couldn't they ignore her or worse, call her a liar?
She pressed hands to her belly and suppressed a groan. What if he had planted a bastard in her? Would that be proof enough to accuse him? Not that she would receive much justice if she carried his babe to term.
After she found a servant to ask for a clean, wet cloth, Nami shivered by a balcony door that oversaw the ocean. She couldn't see the dining hall windows from this vantage point, but the waves still rocked as if the lightning bolts had rattled it rather than the wind. She dared to step out, hoping the wind would be cooler on her skin than the stagnant air within.
The only chill she found was a spray of rain, and the wind was anything but cool.
Sighing, she stood a while longer as she waited, closing her eyes to feel even the faint hint of chill rain on the balcony. Even that warmed against her though, and she turned back inside.
Soon, the servant returned with the wet cloth, and she smiled, left alone to wipe her face. Oh, I needed this.
"M'lady tart."
Her eyes sprang open. Nami pressed against the doors to the balcony, but the king came for her. He twisted the knob behind her before he shoved her outside. As her stomach dropped, the king pressed her against the wall, face-first while he wrenched her cloth away.
"Spread your legs."
Nami closed her eyes with a whimper, but her feet slowly splayed wider. When his hips ground against her, she fought the moan on her lips until he thrust his hand down her gown with the cloth.
"So you're filthy, are you? I'll help clean you up." As the cloth glided over her nipples, Nami shook, jerking until she realized she was grinding against the bulge in his trousers.
"Pl - please, sire, not - not again ..."
"I know that lord of yours is biting at the bit to take you again before he goes, but I've missed your sweet cunt."
He pulled her skirts out of the way, and Nami bit her lip, quivering, and his lust thrust against her.
The king opened his trousers and whispered into her ear through the thunder, "I'm jealous."
The cloth ran circles over her nipples. She choked on a moan as the king's desire was known to her, and he impaled her. Nami's jaw dropped open with a squeal lost in the thunder. Her king took her hard while she scrambled fingers on stone walls.
Summer thrashed and roared behind her, a rutting buck that pinned and inflamed her. Terrified her. Yet her legs inexorably spread.
Lightning cracked the sky, and his stroke had her cry out into the boom of thunder. In a few twitches, her king sprayed her womb as the tempest rained across them.
For a moment, she could not speak. His seed dripped down her thighs, and she gasped when he wiped the seed away with the cloth. His body leaned against her, pressing her entire front to the stone to whisper, "I'm not waiting any longer. When he's gone, you're mine."
Nami shook when she was alone again, wondering at how refreshed she felt while a trickle of his seed still dripped from her. She stared at the stonework for a long time before she went back to dinner.
Nami was sweating.
However, she pulled the blankets to her chin. Her body coiled in on itself. She wished that she was trying to hide.
She wished she didn't want him to come through those doors.
When she peeked out for what felt like the thousandth time, she licked dry lips before she scowled at herself. At the very least, she could do something for herself in the meantime before his arrival. Nami whipped the blankets off and left her sleeping chamber.
In her anteroom, she knocked on the door to her maid's tiny bedroom, cracking it open.
"Nojiko, dear?"
Her maid yawned, but she rose from the bed shoved in the room's corner.
"M'lady? What do you need?"
Stomach flipping and flopping, Nami whispered, "Some wine. I-" need to relax before the king comes for me again "-can't sleep."
Nojiko pulled on a light robe with a smile. "You miss your lord husband. Rest your head, m'lady, and I'll be right back."
She took a shaking breath and nodded, but when Nojiko went out for the wine, Nami paced her anteroom.
Wearing her thin linen shift, Nami hugged herself though no chill touched her. Summer nights were almost as scorching as the daytime. Her nipples poked through the cloth though, and she suppressed the whimper that formed inside her chest. How could she become so roused for a man who was not her husband? Why couldn't she get wet for her lord husband instead?
Sanji had left her his seed again before he had departed, and now Nami could only pray it would take before the king's did. She shuddered at the thought of it. The king's seed - sliding down her thighs ...
In front of their sleeping chamber, she clutched fists into her shift and bowed her head. Why couldn't she even worry about her husband's safety?
Sanji had gone to war, and here she waited for the king to come for her again. She wished she didn't want it.
Her head was no longer on straight. That was all that made sense. It was obvious that while Sanji was meant to do his king's bidding and do battle in this war, it was possible that the king wanted him to die there. So he could have her to himself.
Nami covered her face in shame and shook as tears streamed down her cheeks.
How could she love one man, but lust after another?
"M'lady?"
She spun to see Nojiko in the doorway, an ice-bucket with a wine bottle sticking out in her hands.
"Are you all right, m'lady?"
Scrubbing her tears away, Nami said, "Nojiko-" but she clamped her mouth shut. Nojiko could never know. She steeled herself instead. "Thank you. I'll serve myself though. Get some sleep."
I won't.
Hesitating for a moment, Nojiko handed her the ice-bucket and curtsied. "Good night, m'lady. Sleep well."
Nami managed to smile for her, but when Nojiko disappeared into her room, she stared at the wine bottle and goblet cooling in the ice. A white wine with citrus aromas. Nojiko knew her mistress' favorite flavors. With a sigh, she turned to her sleeping chamber.
When she went to shut the door behind her, Nami stopped short to gape at the occupied chair in the corner.
King Luffy sat, an ankle dangling on his knee. His lips curled.
"You need some wine, little tart?"
Mechanically, Nami curtsied to him before she darkened as she remembered it was just her linen shift, but he smiled wider.
"My - my king, how did you get in here? I thought ..." Nami bit her lip and looked at her now closed door. If she screamed, Nojiko would hear her, but what could she do?
What could anyone do against the king?
He nodded to the wine. "Don't stop on my account. Drink."
Nami glanced at the wine bottle and set the ice-bucket on her side table. With a hard tug, she yanked the cork out. She had planned on drinking straight from the bottle, but now with the king reclined in the corner ...
"Would you like a drink?" She whispered.
"If you're serving," he said.
With a shiver, Nami placed the goblet in his hand and leaned forward to pour the wine only to gasp when he began to undo the laces in her shift. When she tried to pull away though, his fist tightened in the linen.
His eyes narrowed until she shuddered and surrendered. Nami licked her lips while she clung to the neck of the bottle.
"I - I'm sorry, Your Majesty. You startled me."
Luffy returned to his unlacing of her shift which opened her to his perusal. Cupping one breast, he squeezed it before he brought his half-full goblet to it. As her eyes widened, Nami gasped when he dunked her nipple into the wine and leaned in to swallow her teat. Her jaw dropped, but she stopped the cry.
She flushed darker and closed her eyes.
"Look at me."
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared as his tongue laved around her nipple. For a moment, she wondered if he was stretching it longer. Flushed with arousal - from the thoughts that had swirled in her mind since that day - Nami whispered, "Your Majesty, please, not here."
"You promised me a drink," he said before he dipped her other nipple into the goblet. Nami gasped when he sucked it next.
"Sire," she whispered with a husky moan. "Please, I'm not - I couldn't." Nami whimpered and covered her mouth, flushing darkly. Her voice had become higher, louder. If Nojiko heard them, it would be over! He would stop.
He grinned. "You couldn't what? Give me milk? I should train you to carry my bastard if you want to give me milk."
When he pulled on her teats, Nami's mouth fell open, and she choked on another sob before she bit her lip hard with a grunt. Working on her breasts, the king squeezed and pulled, as if wringing out any drop she might have been holding back from him. She swallowed nothing, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Except, she kept trying to watch him, panting faster every time she saw his smirk.
She hissed until she took a deep breath. "Your Highness. Please. I - I'll do whatever you want, but please, my maid is - she'll hear ..."
"Strip," he said, and her eyes bulged.
Nami trembled, licking her lips. Finally, she pulled her slip over her shoulders to let it pool at her feet. Her hands twitched up, but she stopped herself even as her flesh burned with lusty fire. His eyes trailed over her form. She would have hunched her shoulders or even covered the orange patch in front of his face, but Nami's back straightened instead, standing tall for him.
The king sighed with a groan before he buried his face into her belly. He grasped her hips, squeezing until she shivered. She wrapped her arms around his head with a deep blush only for her eyes to widen. His arms had enfolded her, but she could feel them stretch longer, as if he would coil her inside.
"Your Highness, please, not in here. This is my husband's room." She whimpered when he clutched her rear. "His bed ..."
"You're right," he said as he kissed her belly.
Biting her tongue, Nami peered at him. Was he hoping for a bastard? Her knees wanted to buckle from the thought, but he rose to his feet.
"Follow me, m'lady tart."
Luffy stepped around her to place his hand against the wall, and Nami gaped when he pushed the wall aside like a door. Her face exploded in color. A secret passage loomed before him as he smiled at her. Eyes bulging, Nami slowly approached to peek around him, but the way was dark but for a candle in a sconce.
When he pulled the candle out, she shivered. He could have come at any time. Never mind the night. He could have come to her after she had come here for respite after Sanji had left. No one would have known.
Her eyes widened.
He could have arrived last night when Sanji had made love to her. Did he listen through the wall? Was he aware that her lord husband had spilled his seed in her?
"This way."
Nami swallowed nothing and stood in her skin. He headed through the dark passage, for all the world fully expecting her to follow. King Luffy did not even glance back.
Quivering in her nudity, Nami chewed her lip and stared as the flickering light bobbed down the hallway. If that light disappeared, she wouldn't have anything to lead her. Once it was gone, would she be free to turn back to her bed?
But why did his silhouette pull her in more than the light? His shadow bounced on the walls, and he reached a corner where he turned.
Her legs moved before she could think. Nami shut the wall behind her with shaking hands and padded across the stone floor for her king. When she reached him, shivering in the chilly secret hall, Luffy snickered, and she reddened. Her breath misted between them. How was it so crisp in here, but so stuffy outside?
When her hard nipples brushed against his back, he licked his lips hungrily, confident and full of lust.
She clutched his arm and stared into burning coal-black eyes.
"You bawdy little wench," he said with a groan. "Can you not wait until we get to my room?"
Nami bit her lip. "It - it's chilly in here."
Something wavered for an instant in his gaze before he spun around to head through the hidden passage again. "Keep up then."
They climbed a set of spiral stairs, and Nami could place where they were in her mind. These stairs had to spiral around the stairs to the king's chambers. He slept in his apartments at the top of the tower of the king, and it had one known entrance - known until now. Her steps did not slow as she realized this, but her heart felt heavy.
What am I doing?
Before turning to her, he set the candle in a sconce at the top of the steps where the hall came to an end.
Backlit in the candlelight, Nami stared at her king. She had the sudden urge to kneel at his feet, but she stood tall and straight while his eyes took her in.
He pushed the wall open behind him, and more light flooded the secret hallway. Heat touched her again, and she shivered.
Out there was passion. In here was cold realization.
She followed him to his apartments, heart pounding, and knees shaking.
The king's chambers were beautiful. Nami might have thought that he would not concern himself with any such decor, but she was certain every piece of furniture in the room was gilded. Crimson velvet hung from his windows and framed a magnificent balcony where Nami could stare out over the ocean. Even the view was spectacular.
When she faced him though, Luffy sat on the edge of his bed and watched her.
Gaping at him, Nami's desire returned. All this splendor around him, and he stared at a loathsome creature such as herself?
Her knees hit the rugs.
"Your Majesty," she said to start, only her words died. He raised a brow. "Your Majesty," she whispered before she reached up to unlace his trousers.
Nami shook as she yanked harder on the laces, biting her lower lip as her hands rushed to open them. He chuckled, and Nami's face burned in embarrassment. Once his cock was free, she gazed a moment at the proud length only for her eyes to bulge when he grasped the base to stretch it even longer.
With a quiver, she bowed her head and swallowed him.
A long sigh escaped his lips as he arched into her mouth. When the salty tang hit her tongue, Nami's mouth watered. Thirst overpowered her, and she bobbed and sucked sloppily on his cock. She could already taste it. A week before, her king had taken his right in her unworthy body and mouth, and she still remembered the flavor of their mixed lusts.
Spreading her knees, Nami's hand slipped down to stroke herself with a whimper. She could recall how he had touched her - how her lord husband had not. How her king had praised her for keeping herself wet so he could taste her, and how her lord husband ...
She loved him, she reminded herself. They had wedded in their king's castle and been blessed by the same king.
The same one she could not wait to make cum down her throat.
He made a fist in her hair before he pulled her mouth off. "What is this?"
Luffy cupped her cheek with his other hand, stroking thick tears away. She shivered and gasped for air before she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'll do better."
"Are you thinking of your husband's cock in your mouth?"
Hot with shame, she shook her head. She whispered, "I've only ever tasted yours, sire. I'll try to do be-"
The king yanked her lips to his, and she gasped with protest, burning all over as his hands pawed her naked body. He kissed her, and everywhere he touched left a scorch mark of desire in its wake. Nami cried out to his sucking lips before he pressed her into his bed.
She forgot about tears; it was too feverish now. Nami yearned for his tongue and hands.
When Luffy found her wetness, he grinned. "Are you so ready for your king to rape you?"
Her legs spread of their own volition, and he pressed between her thighs with a wicked smile. The tangy, delicious cockhead pushed into her, and she arched, shivering as her king claimed her breasts with his hands.
Groaning, he sank inside to his hilt, and she squealed from the sensation of his cock stretching deeper inside.
"Do you know the best part about your sloppy cunt, whore?"
He moved, not waiting for her answer, and she cried out. His rolling hips entranced her. Wet, sloshing sounds filled her ears, and Nami drowned in it.
"I didn't even tell you to suck my cock!" Her eyes widened, and he laughed as he pounded deeper. "You just couldn't wait to get your lusty little mouth on me, could you!? You're so wet for me. All it takes to excite you is a huge cock!"
Nami writhed, mind flipping, and she turned back to think. She tried to remember how she had started to suck his cock. Why had she released it? He had looked so good, and she had drooled to taste him again!
She looked at their thrusting hips and sobbed in want. Her body squeezed and rocked back to her king's need, and her pleasure multiplied. Nami had wrapped her lips around him and laid in his bed - she had spread her thighs so his cock could kiss deep inside on her womb. Trembling, she coiled her legs around him with a whimper.
"You can't wait for your king's seed either," he said, a glint in his eyes. Luffy growled and grabbed her waist before he rolled onto his back with her straddling him. Her eyes bulged, staring into his dark eyes. "I think you know what you want. What every bawdy whore wants."
Panting, Nami slapped her hips on his length, and her body jerked in reaction. At this angle, his cock struck deeper, kissing her womb. She writhed after one thrust and ground tight circles on his lap before she bounced once again.
He grinned under her, hands clenched in the blankets as he groaned. Her king arched to her, and Nami bucked in delight.
"I knew it! You're hungry for my cock!" She whimpered, and her hips rocked faster. Nami braced herself on his abs, sometimes grabbing and pulling on his sides to make him thrust with her, but Luffy thrust into her when he liked, his eyes soaking her in. "I didn't tell you to fuck me, but you did anyway! What a good tart!"
Whimpering, she tightened. The passage to her womb slicked with more of her lust, and her thrusts became shorter as she felt her peak.
His hips rolled to meet hers. He smirked. "What a good lady wife."
Eyes wide, Nami choked in moans, but her hips wouldn't stop thrusting. Her ecstasy writhed on the edge.
"I bet you did this every night for your husband."
"No - no! Just for my king!" Nami broke down, falling into his chest as her body betrayed her husband on her king's cock. An outpouring of his seed filled her womb, and the rest gushed around his shaft. Shaking, she tried to thrust on him for longer until he growled and grasped her hips to stop her.
"Aren't I lucky," he whispered into her hair.
Nami panted into his tunic, vulnerable and naked on his otherwise clothed body. He still wore the remainder of his kingly raiment.
Luffy tilted her chin up to make her face him, and her lips quivered before he took them. Filled with passion, Nami melted into his touch. He turned her onto her back, and Nami disappeared into his sheets.
Above her, he doffed his overcoat before undoing the clasps over his chest. Nami's eyes latched onto the muscled torso he revealed to her when he finally pulled it over his head to toss it. She stared at the scar on his chest - received during the rebellion. As her lips parted in awe, she stroked his side, not yet daring to touch his front.
A few moments ago, her hands had been on those abs. Now they rippled when he laughed.
Red in mortification, Nami chewed on her bottom lip before she placed a hand flat on his chest. Luffy smirked and grasped her breasts boldly. He still hung out of his trousers, but the king rolled her nipples in his fingers.
"I've always dreamed of having you in my bed."
As he pushed her deeper into the plush sheets and mattress, Nami whimpered beneath his hard frame. When he latched onto her throat, she panted into his sweaty hair.
His mouth found her ear and bit down. With a soft cry, she pulled away and gaped at his tongue, lecherous as it laced around his lips. "What did he think of my leavings? Did he taste them?"
Nami darkened, covering her mouth, but she whispered, "I bled again."
"Sneaky false virgin," he said with a chuckle, caressing her clitoris. Already wet and wanting, Nami moaned headily.
"A - and he hasn't ... licked me like you do."
The groan that left the king startled her. He bent to kiss down her chest. His mouth supped at a teat, and her jaw fell. Shrieking - partly in shock, but also in passion - Nami writhed while his tongue and mouth traveled ever lower. He kissed her belly, and her eyes popped open to stare before his face buried between her thighs.
"Sire!" Luffy's tongue speared her, and her head dropped back. He ravaged her pulsing cunt, first sucking and then nipping along her labia. Nami panted as her legs splayed wide. "Your Majesty, that's filthy!"
He sat upright, but hugged her hips to his face, lifting them into the air with him. She flushed in shock as he turned her body upside down so he could thrust his tongue into her, stretching to tease her. The king lapped at her womb. Nami saw white.
She screamed, and he consumed her.
"No wonder you jumped on my cock," he whispered to her swollen folds once she caught her breath.
Nami whimpered, unable to do anything but twitch in his arms. Her eyes closed even as her heart attempted to shut it out. She knew already. He didn't have to rub it in.
"He's been pleasing himself rather than you."
Blinking away tears, Nami could only stare at the canopy of the bed. Dark red with golden embroidery, the canopy displayed his house's symbol - a dragon biting its own tail, forming a halo over them.
For a moment, she thought the tears were from the pleasure, but her shoulders wouldn't stop shaking. She covered her face and cringed.
"How many ...?"
Luffy lowered her to his bed, and she shivered, but he rolled her onto her stomach. When she tried to push back, he grasped her wrist and lifted her waist to thrust in from behind. Nami choked on a moan and clung around his cock. He growled into her ear.
The king rutted in her body, and Nami jerked her hips back with a cry. Her stomach wanted to curl. He had so succinctly stated what had been bothering her. She'd shoved the memory of what he'd said previously out of her head. Nami had hoped he had lied despite the fact that all she had to do was open her eyes to see it.
"But you're marrying that blowhard, the pervert who has a dozen bastards already!"
"How many whores does he have!?"
He tsked in her ear, and Nami shivered. He licked her throat. "You'll have to ask him. I only have you though."
The king pulled her waist back, and Nami wriggled on his girth with a heady moan. His lust, hard and stirring her, made lewd advances on her womb once more. Her breath quickened.
"As for his bastards," he whispered with a husky voice, "we'll have to hurry to catch up."
With a whimper, she spread her knees and thrust onto him. The wet slapping - her fluids and his inside of her - filled the room again. Luffy pressed her into the bedding, their hips rolling to meet. When he grasped her breasts from behind and tugged on her nipples, Nami hissed.
She pressed her hips back, her throat constricted while her king pummeled her womb and tried to break through. Her thighs ached to keep up with him, and she scratched at the blanket with a whine.
"Sire!"
"My sweet, little tart!"
Nami's body jolted. She gasped when his hips crushed her into the bed. Numb in pleasure, she sobbed.
"You'll be my bed warmer and suck my cock with a smile on your lips."
Here, she splayed her thighs and quivered to the sensation of his cock. Luffy kneaded her teats and laid into her while she imagined melting into his bed to live her days inside of his sheets. If only she could do as he wanted. Could she bend her knee? Was throwing her marriage away worth the dishonor to her house and family? She breathed in deeply, and the bed smelled like him - a musky allure that she wanted to drink.
She imagined for a moment that she could succumb to him. "Yes ... yes, my king!"
When her hips finally collapsed, and he had spent himself inside, Nami pressed a wet face into the bedding. Her heart was sore. She wanted nothing more but to curl into a ball and hide away - from her lord husband, her king, but from her embarrassment most of all.
His arms slid around her, and she shivered as his sweaty chest stuck to her back. He was still inside of her, though he was soft now. For a while, she held still, chewing her lip. Would he take her again? Was her king going to show his messy cock to her and tell her to clean it? Nami swallowed nothing, flushed with sweat, semen, and her own slick, but hunger pricked her.
If he were to use her mouth like that again, she would clean him with more zeal this time.
She peeked back, but Luffy's eyes were closed while his cheek lay on her shoulder.
He whispered, "Tomorrow night, you'll be here before I get back."
Her eyes slid shut with a moan, but she nodded with a deep flush. She could pretend a bit longer - either she was lying to him or herself. Later, she would figure out to whom she would apologize. He shifted to pull out of her, and Nami peered at him again. Luffy froze when their eyes met.
After a moment, Nami rolled onto her back and clutched the sheets at her sides. She laid before him and waited. His eyes darted over her, growing darker while he looked from her breasts to her eyes and to her orange curls below, but he gazed into her eyes at last, leaning over her. The only thing she heard was the waves far below as he filled her vision.
"What are you doing, my bawdy lady?"
With a shiver, she inspected his form, from his wet dark curls up the small trail through his abs before she saw his huge scar again. Biting her lip, she stroked the edge of the cross-shape. When she pressed her palm against his chest, his heart thudded evenly beneath.
"Do you want me to let you go back to your room?" He smirked and licked his lips. "Or are you trying to excite me again?"
She shook her head, biting into her bottom lip before she said, "I wanted to look at the father of my child."
His eyes widened. Her king stared down at her as his chest began to heave. His heart pounded, drumming under her palm.
Whether or not she was lying to herself, even Nami knew. If Sanji's seed had not already taken fruit, her king would sire his bastard in her womb at this rate.
Her other hand touched her belly, wondering, but she jumped when Luffy placed his hand on hers.
"You will tell me the moment that you know," he whispered. Nami's face crumbled, and tears rose to her eyes. She nodded, sniffling.
The king drew the blankets around them.
Awakened by the barest peek of sunlight, Nami stared at the unfamiliar view until she realized that the tower of the king was no longer blocking it. How could it when she was in the tower?
Sitting upright, she wrenched the blanket to her chest before she saw him. Luffy's slumbering face met her gaze, and she stared at the man who had ruined her again.
Had she been so terrible as to want it this time?
But he pleasured me before, too.
Nami covered her mouth and swallowed the scream. She still didn't know if it was misery, horror, or rage that she wanted to release. In a bitter mood, she knew that she had screamed in enough passion already.
Why couldn't I just ...? Her thoughts died away. What could she have done? Her king had taken her virginity, and her lord husband had already sired bastards upon who knew how many women. She was expected to carry an heir - her lord husband's trueborn - not fret over his bastards and whether she would have the king's.
When she looked at him again, his eyes flickered open. For an instant, his eyes widened in surprise or even confusion before he grunted.
"Do you secretly want to get caught? What are you still doing here?"
With a flush, Nami gaped at him in realization. She flew out of the bed in a rush. "Oh, no! Nojiko will see I'm not there and - and my shift is still there too!"
She was still naked. Her linen shift lay on the floor of her apartment.
Dazed, she searched for the wall that had been their secret passage, pushing here and there before a hand reached over her head to push the wall by the wardrobe open. She spun to face him and fiddled with her hands while he smirked down at her.
"Remember to come before I retire. You can wear something this time," he said. Her eyes trailed to the trousers he still wore - he was covered, but they were still unlaced - and she fought the tiny thought that told her to bow again.
Right there. Before she left.
Instead, she took the lit candle he offered her, and she searched the passage for the way back. She had not been so dimwitted as to lose her way at least.
Nami stifled a yawn while she hurried down the secret hall. The passage was still as icy as winter, which threatened to numb her feet. When she found the wall she remembered closing last night, Nami opened the wall and glanced around her room. She heaved a sigh of relief.
It did not seem that Nojiko had come inside yet.
She snatched up the linen shift on the floor to don it before she checked everything, but the room seemed to be the same as it had been last night besides the tepid water in the ice bucket.
As she considered it and the half-full goblet, Nojiko called past the door.
"M'lady, are you awake?"
Nami sighed. She swallowed the warm wine from the goblet and went to answer her. She could explain nothing else to her anyway.
"Nojiko, would you draw a bath for me? I got too sweaty last night."
She did not seem to be surprised. Nojiko curtsied before she went to draw water.
Dark with aching heat, Nami stared at the wine bottle.
Would she need more tonight?
Or would she go at all?