The heat of the day was intense. Nami wore her silkiest gown for some level of comfort. It draped around her in a way she would have never dared as an unmarried woman - even as a married woman, she worried, but at least she had that form of shield.
Though such a shield did not work against His Majesty.
Spring green silks fluttered while she came into the grand hall to break her fast. She was late after her bath, but the king was still eating and talking with dignitaries.
Lord Usopp of House Syrup held his head close to the king, but with her approach - having been given a seat of honor near His Majesty - she could hear them talking. "Flevance is raiding up and down the coast. His new commander claims-"
The king rose when he noticed her, and Usopp cut himself off.
His face seemed straight enough, but his eyes glimmered dangerously.
"M'lady, forgive me for taking my leave, but I have matters of war to deal with." Lord Usopp appeared chagrined by the king's words, ducking his head.
She caught her breath before she curtsied. He did not ogle her gown though she felt the eyes of the other men with him.
When she glanced at them, Luffy turned to face the other men. "This way, my lords. Lady Nami doesn't need louts like us gaping at her. She's married, remember."
Nami bit back the retort that wanted to bubble up. How much bolder she felt in the day versus the night. After he smiled at her though, she had to turn away.
It was not possible to keep this going. She had to stop this. Perhaps she could be braver during the day and beg him to call it off.
As he left her alone in the grand hall so she could sup her breakfast, however, Nami couldn't help but wonder what he might do instead if she tried to speak to him alone.
The heat froze her.
Sweat caked her body. Nami groaned as she pulled on the front of her gown and shuddered from the sensation of humid, stifling air, which chilled what was inside. On the balcony where she had spoken to the king, she languished over the railing. The sea was full of ships that docked or set out onto the horizon.
Some ships carried soldiers to her husband on the front, but she could hardly pay that any mind. She couldn't even think straight, never mind concern herself over her lord husband.
Nami pushed away from the sight. She had hoped the air would be cooler here, but she had been sorely mistaken. Now she wobbled back to the hall. Perhaps she could ask Nojiko to bring water for a bath. Icy water she could sit in.
The thought made her shudder with pleasure. If she could take the bath alone and somehow let the king know about-
She bit her lip.
Her brain was so frazzled, she had forgotten about her decision. She couldn't ask the king to come for her. Not when she couldn't think right.
Dragging her feet, Nami headed for her apartment only to stop in surprise. The door to her bedroom was open, and the bath was already set. Nojiko smiled as she poured water in from a bucket.
"M'lady! I thought you might enjoy a quick dip before the evening meal."
"Ah, Nojiko, you're the best! I was just about to ask you."
"Hmhm, well, I couldn't let m'lady attend dinner with the king when you look like you melted."
Hesitating with a hand in the water, Nami asked in some surprise, "What about the king?"
"He said you wanted the bath." She winked. "Or rather he told me how you looked like a wilted flower."
Nojiko headed for the door, and Nami chewed her tongue. "Right, yes."
"Enjoy, m'lady."
Before Nojiko could leave though, Nami turned to her. "Nojiko, why don't you go have some time to yourself for a while to cool off too? I'll just be lazing here by myself after all, and I can dress myself in something simple for dinner."
Her heart pounded when Nojiko curtsied to her. "Thank you, m'lady."
And then she was gone, and the wall opened behind Nami.
Shaking, she turned to face him.
The king smiled, and his tongue slicked over his lips, dark eyes tugging on her.
"Kneel."
With a twitch, Nami fanned herself. Her knees wavered, but she disobeyed, panting.
He only grinned at her infraction though before he reached for her gown. "Are you trying to play tough, m'lady tart?"
When he tugged on her gown, her shift was bared to him before he yanked that down too.
"You who walked around all day in your raunchy dress. Do you still think you can resist me?" Luffy grasped her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples while Nami panted. "Do you want your king to be rough with you?"
Her king twisted her nipples, and Nami sobbed as her knees wobbled.
"Kneel."
Nami's knees hit the floor, and he continued to punish her teats, rolling them in his fingers while he grinned.
"Open your dirty mouth."
Shaking, her mouth slowly dropped open. His fingers dragged soft moans from her lips though. She couldn't stop. In front of him, she could hardly deny him. How could she ever think she could stand up to him? Because it was daytime? That was childish.
"A bawdy lady like you knows exactly what to do, don't you?"
When he pulled harder, Nami gasped. She tried to clench her teeth. To resist. "Your - your Grace! Not in here." Her lord husband's bed seemed to watch her lascivious face.
"Yes, in here."
"I'll - I'll suck it, but not in here!"
Luffy groaned and opened his trousers, whereupon his cock sprung free.
Her eyes latched onto it, awestruck.
He smirked.
"You want it, though."
With a shiver, she stared at his bobbing tip, flushed in her heat as a great urge overtook her. He stretched it in front of her face, and Nami bit her lip. It was delicious, wasn't it? She had sucked it all on her own before. Her mouth hung open, breathing unsteadily as she imagined the taste of him on her tongue.
How he had tasted after taking her virginity.
Nami closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider.
"Beautiful."
Her king claimed her mouth, and Nami moaned around him as salty goodness overflowed her lips. She laved her tongue over him, lathering the flavors inside. He hadn't bathed!
Their juices had collected and stayed on his cock to form a cloying flavor on her tongue. Rather than revulsion, Nami could have sworn that her stomach rumbled in that instant. Her mouth watered around him, and her eyes opened to gaze at his smirking face.
"You see? Tarts love cock." Luffy gripped her hair before she could respond. He thrust against her throat, and Nami gurgled while he poured himself into her mouth. "Swallow it, you sweaty whore!"
Her lashes flickered, and she glanced at the bed. As a steamy, bitter seed pumped down her throat, and she moaned, her husband's bed judged her.
Over her, he grinned. "Clean it up. Wouldn't want to get the water too dirty, would we?"
Nami shuddered before she slurped on his girth again, a pleased hum in her throat while he slowly hardened in her mouth. Her tongue slicked through delicious crevices, bobbing her head to catch every drop.
The king chuckled to see it and stroked her hair, groaning.
"That's right, m'lady tart."
She trembled, one hand grasping the base while she sucked him clean. With a searching, careful pull, she stretched his cock into her mouth even longer. Whimpering, hungry, she gagged herself on him. His moan did not sound shocked, but she grunted as he thrust against the back of her throat. For a moment, she worried that she had stretched too long.
When he pulled out of her mouth, she shuddered to see the full length. Her body burned to feel it even though she glanced at her lord husband's bed. What was she doing?
Luffy directed her gaze back to him.
"Let's cool off."
Staring at him stripping down to nothing, Nami, sweltering from the summer and drenched in her feverish lust, did not think she could ever know winter again.
He glided into the tub with a shudder and seemed to melt in the water. His lidded eyes, playful with a rogue-like taunt waiting inside, dared her, and Nami doffed her garments to straddle his lap in the water.
As his arms slid around her, Nami pressed against his chest. The icy water seemed to make all the sweat and oils fade away even though her body burned. His cock pressed against warm lips, and she pressed herself onto him with a long sigh.
For a moment, he reveled in her, eyes closing in ecstasy as she seated herself on his lap.
"Stay right there," he said, half-sighing. "This is how long you wanted my cock in you after all, m'lady tart."
Nami squeezed him inside, and part of her twitched to keep moving, but she obeyed her king. While his cock kissed her womb, with a whimper, she rained kisses over his face. When he smiled, Luffy turned his head to catch her lips and inhaled her. Nami melded into his embrace. She jolted to move again, but his hands slipped to her hips to keep her still.
Tongues locked, he ground her on his lap, and her body throbbed wilder yet. Nami choked on a moan before she could keep still. It was what her king wanted though every nerve inside yearned to pound her hips.
His cock pulsed inside of her.
When he finally caught her tongue, sucking it hard into his mouth, Nami squirmed again. The water sloshed around them though, and yet he refused to let her move even as her ache increased. Each tiny grind sent shocks of pleasure through her, but she could not lift her hips. Luffy kept her firmly in place, using only one hand while the other tweaked a nipple. Nami tightened with a whine.
"We're supposed to cool off in here," he whispered with a chuckle. "Do you really wish to defy me so?"
"Your Majesty!" Her voice sounded thick in her passion, but he throbbed in her! She couldn't keep the lust out of her throaty whine. "Please, I want to feel it move!"
Luffy sucked her throat, humming with laughter, and she writhed in her excitement, but he still did not thrust. Nami ached, her body pulsating around him, so she tried to buck and wriggle again only to whimper while she finally found some relief in rubbing her clitoris against him.
Panting, she constricted, her tongue running around her lips.
She felt like a dog trying to rut against a table for all his movement.
He reclined in the tub, and his heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with raunch intent. All he did was watch her!
Writhing like a worm, wanton, and somehow still sweating.
Even as she realized her debauched movement, she couldn't stop, and the next twitch of her hips made her gasp and arch. Her breasts bared to him while she tried to find her end.
Her ardor was never-ending. She bucked and moaned with a raw throat, clitoris aching on his skin. Her king devoured her every squirming gesture, and, panting, she found completion rubbing herself against him like a bitch in heat.
"Sire!"
Luffy grabbed her hips and somehow thrust deeper. Her legs splayed as wide as they could in the tub, and she squeaked when a boiling flash of his seed filled her.
Nami sagged into his chest with a gasp and hiccups while he stroked the hair from her face and kissed her.
She melted into his lips again and shivered against his heat.
The water was ice, and yet she still burned.
How was she to ever deny him?
The day still boiled, but come evening meal time, Nami was not a wilted flower any longer. As she joined her king for supper, she noticed that she and Luffy were not the only ones to bathe and change. Others were wearing different clothes as well. She was a mite relieved for that. For a while, she had feared someone would note the king's absence and their change of dress.
Even after their respite, the king did not seem to be in a good mood, however. Around him sat another round of his lords. He switched them about now and again to hear from them, so they sat near enough to speak to him during dinner.
"It doesn't become me, but I'm jealous of the men on the front. They can dip into the sea all they like! I bet it's a sight to see their followers take a dip ..." The lord of the Mariejois House twitched when the king raised a brow at him.
"I didn't know you were so interested in the war efforts. They could use a body like yours on the front."
He grinned back, pale as he dabbed his sweaty cheek, but he couldn't look away until Luffy finally smiled wanly.
"You'll see how Lord Sanji is? For his lady's sake?"
The lord bobbed his head so hard, she thought the strange mop on top of his head would dunk into his stew.
The Lord of Mariejois stuttered, "Is - is the war effort not-?"
"The war is a war. Men die," the king said, lips pursed as he gazed past the lord. "Good and bad."
He sweated under his stare.
"You can learn more on the field for yourself and report back to me after you've left some of your men with Lord Sanji. I'd like to hear from someone other than a soldier."
Nami bit her lip, watching the display. The king barely flexed, and the sweaty lord bowed his head. He didn't need to use Haki with this one.
"I only live to serve you, Your Grace."
For some reason that she could not fathom, Luffy's smile made her shiver. He was sending this man to the front lines, hoping he might be killed? Was this how the king had looked when he sent Sanji away? She could not remember. Her mind had been such a fluttered mess of lust and bewilderment that her usual sharp mind had dulled.
She still felt slow in the heat of his presence.
How do I refuse him? Nami stared at the fish stew before her and repressed the shudder when she realized she didn't want to lose the taste of him in her mouth. Red, but determined, she took a bite, but drooped.
It was delicious.
"Is it not to your liking, Lady Nami?"
She sipped her chilled wine first, fighting with the urge to blush and run. Something in her whispered that doing that would make him chase her down, and she hated how the impulse became stronger.
"It's fine, Your Majesty. I just bit my tongue."
He raised a brow at that, but Nami kept her eyes on her plate.
"Sire!"
A pair of knights, Sir Bellamy and Sir Hawkins, hauled a man into the dining hall. His bloodied lip dripped across the tile, the blood trail smeared behind him as they dragged him. Behind them, Sir Jimbei followed them inside, avoiding the streak. The guests at the table buzzed like a hive kicked. Whatever the knights were trying to say about the man was lost in the din. Dejected, he hung his head, eyes shut tight as Luffy stood.
Usopp snorted. "What's the meaning of this? The king is eati-"
When the king raised his hand, Usopp petered off. Nami realized the entire hall had silenced itself. The air froze.
"Sir Drake," he said, "what is your crime?"
"We found him with this, Your Majesty." Sir Jimbei handed a rolled parchment to the king before he bowed and stepped back from him.
An icy coil stretched down her spine while the king read the letter. Something in her yearned to know the contents, but she could not deign to ask. His demeanor changed. She could not say how she could tell. The very air vibrated around him, and she clutched the table as if it might rip through her.
It had to be his Haki.
She ducked her head, breathing hard through her nose. Her eyes widened while that quiver - the trembling, the arrow somehow being drawn - shot through the air.
Sir Drake collapsed in the knights' arms, like his strings had been cut. His eyes had rolled back into his head, mouth foaming.
The king handed the parchment to Usopp before he said, "Take him to the cells. We'll speak with him later. Next week. Remember to water him."
The dining hall nervously settled around her after they took Drake's unconscious body away.
Nami poked at her plate. Her eyes refused to blink for fear of not watching where he was. She had to refuse him, yet what would her denial be worth against that? If a knight could not face him, what front could she put against the king's Haki?
And she thought she could disobey?
In her memories, seed trickled down her thighs. She had stroked herself for him. He hadn't even used his Haki or abilities against her. Nami had only wanted him. Seeing this too had stoked something - a fire inside though summer infused the castle's chambers and halls.
Her body buzzed with her desires until she parted from him after supper.
Nami buried her face in her pillows and prayed to sleep quickly. She had to refuse him. How else would she escape him?
She needed to refuse him.
When she stirred awake, her brow furrowed in confusion. The night was sweltering, and she had not slept well, but she was warm all over, flushed with sweat and her lust. As her head tossed in confusion, she gasped when she noticed that her blanket and shift were gone, and then the king's hands were on her breasts.
Her nipples were already hard for his palms, and he grabbed and pulled on her teats. Nami stopped up her cry, startled awake to stare at his dark face.
"I told you to come to me."
Nami bit her lip hard to keep from moaning. If Nojiko heard them, she would see her shame. Nothing would stop her lord husband from discovering her infidelity.
Sinking back into her lord husband's bed, Nami whimpered while her king tortured her nipples.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
As her jaw dropped, her voice scratched, and she struggled to not speak above a whisper, "I'm sorry, sire. Please ... please, don't-"
With a growl, Luffy shoved the side of her face into her pillow. Eyes widening, she tried to pull his hand off until he slapped her breast with the other.
"Shut your mouth. I don't want to hear another word."
Nami shrank away as tears filled her eyes, trembling under his grip while she sucked her lips into her mouth. She had to refuse him. If she couldn't speak to him, then she could only deny him her mouth, but she had not needed to worry about that because he turned her onto her stomach.
In reaction, she tried to get onto her knees, but he slapped her ass when she did. Eyes wide, Nami yelped before she bit into her pillow, blushing enough to scald her forever. Her skin radiated with stings of pain, but her body pulsed with the unintended pleasure.
He slapped her breasts harder, hitting nipples that sang in ecstasy. He shoved her onto her stomach to spank her, and she twitched to thrust against his hand on instinct. Her own body wanted it!
Why was she already wet?
"At least your body tells the truth," he whispered into her hair. "You made the cutest noises in your sleep."
She paled. Before she could think, Nami swung back at him.
Grunting, her king slammed her back to her stomach, and his cock pressed against her labia. She struggled against him, whimpering while he pushed inside. Easily. Her jaw dropped, and she bit her pillow once more with a whine. His hips crushed her into her lord husband's bed, and Nami choked on unrestrained moans when his cock - larger than ever before - filled her.
"Yes, like this," he whispered in a growl. "Take it like the little bawdy slut you are."
Her back arched while tears streamed freely. She sobbed, but he pounded against her womb, demanding his bastard from her.
Nami could not stop her hips. Every twitch in her body wanted it. She ground her hips back onto his lap with sobs that wracked her. While she slapped her hips on him, Nami realized he was no longer thrusting. It was all her, and she writhed in her pleasure that she took from his cock.
I'm lost! I can't go back!
Toes curling, Nami wept. Her body ended itself on him. She shook hard when her hips lost strength, and he took over to pump her on his cock. He growled into her ear before he bit her neck. As her eyes popped in ecstasy, Nami reached back to grasp his hair, but he wrenched her hands away. His teeth scraped across her skin, and her breath hitched with each slap inside.
When he left his seed in her, she bowed her head and whimpered as he extracted himself.
With a smack across her rear, Luffy crawled out of her bed and headed for the wall.
She stared after him, shocked to be used like that.
But didn't she want him to walk away? To leave her alone?
Nami reached out to catch his wrist. When he spun on her with a scowl, she might have ducked her head and cringed, instead, she crawled to the edge of the bed so she could suck onto his length.
Luffy gasped, teeth clenched before he relaxed. As he peered down at her, she went to work on cleaning his cock with as much gusto as she could muster. Her hips were sore from repeated spanking, and her pussy wept his seed, but Nami slurped and moaned over his salty cock.
Sighing, he thrust into her mouth and hardened, grasping her hair to reach the back of her throat. Nami relaxed enough to allow her king to use her mouth how he liked, and she flushed darker when he took a moment to pull it longer.
"Why do you have to play these games? You know you love when I rape you." She whimpered around him, her head bobbing faster in her acknowledgment. "Look how much you love cleaning the royal cock."
She pulled off to kiss it while her cheeks flushed with darker heat before he pulled on her hair to claim her mouth again. It was his. Nami sucked harder, and his girth choked her, but she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her mouth belonged to this cock, and she would let him take her mouth in whichever way he wished.
When he pulled out, Luffy yanked her hair so she had to crane her neck. His cock slapped her cheek, and he smirked. "It's not fair if I reward you for disobeying me, m'lady tart. I know you want a mouthful of royal seed, but I need to give you a bastard already. Mmm, but you like that too, don't you?" He stroked her cheek tenderly while she whimpered. "First, get off the bed. You don't deserve it."
Eyes wide, Nami blushed straight to her roots when she practically leaped out of her bed. She thought of standing, but kneeled instead, and he smirked.
"What to do? This seems like a good picture, but ..."
His lips pursed as he considered her before he sat on the bed, smirking so wickedly, she had to drop her eyes.
Her king patted his lap and said, "Beg for a spanking."
Nami gaped, lips parted before she whispered, "Your Majesty, please ..."
"Please what?"
Shoulders hunching, she shivered. Asking? For this? And yet, she tightened around nothing. "Your Majesty, I would like to be spanked, please."
"Hmm, I'm not sure I believe you."
She stared at his cock, how it dripped a slow drop of his seed, and her mouth watered. "Please, spank me, sire. I want it. I want to apologize with my body."
He scowled. "I think what you really want is to suck my cock, and I don't want a half-hearted whore on my lap for a spanking. Beg for it or be tossed into your maid's room. I'll teach you a lesson in front of her. You'll know how to obey next time."
Her eyes widened and darted to his enraged mein before she bowed her head to the floor. "Please! I want it. I want your hand to spank me until I see reason. I'll do as my sire tells me and come to your bed from now on."
And Nami would, she realized. Dread claimed her heart in a vice. She wanted it too much.
"I'll lick your feet to feel your hand. I'll - I'll be your serving girl and bounce on your knee however you want. Please, highness, spank this worthless tart's ass!"
Luffy moaned. "Lay on my lap."
She crawled onto his lap and let him situate her how he liked, so his cock thrust between her thighs and pressed against her sopping labia. He sighed with approval and squeezed her legs together.
"Tell me why you're being punished."
Shivering, Nami squirmed. "I'm being spanked because I didn't obey my king, Your Highness."
The first slap stung. Her hips jolted so that his cock thrust between her thighs.
"What did you not do?"
"I didn't come to Your Majesty's chambers," she whispered.
His hand landed harder, and she bit her lip to stop her cries while he kept striking. Each slap squeezed and bucked against his swollen member, and her king groaned.
"Tell me what you'll do next time."
Startled, her eyes widened before she chewed her lip to think. "I - I'll suck-"
Her king beat her ass with a growl, and she choked on her squeal to dampen the sound. "I don't want your dirty mouth on my cock until you're fat with my bastard. Try again!"
When he stopped, she sagged with a pant. Shaking, she whimpered from the loss - his hand and his cock. "I'm sorry. I'll sit naked on the floor and be your little bawdry doll!"
He stroked her rear, his skin cool to the touch. She had almost thought the heat was from his hand. "That's better."
Nami melted while he petted her. As he rubbed her flesh, she squeezed her thighs around his cock. Would she feel it inside of her again this night? She moaned when he spanked her once more.
His hand set a slow pace on her asscheeks, and she shuddered as one of her jerks made her clitoris slide against his cock. Inexplicably, she opened her mouth. "Hi - highness, it feels too good! Please, stop!"
Laughing, he stopped to adjust her hips so he wouldn't rub against her clitoris. "Hmm, you mean like this?"
Before she could answer, Luffy slapped once again, quicker than before, and her body arched in shock.
Her thighs clamped around his cock, and his seed sprayed between her thighs while his hand refused to quit. "Ah, fuck!"
Afterward, he scooped his seed up to thrust it into her before his wet hand went back to punishing her.
Summer would never end for her, she realized then.
Her body would forever be scorched with the heat and passion of these months no matter if she never saw him again. Nami, cursing herself while she moaned for her king, prayed that her womb would quicken with his bastard, so she might have him for even longer.