A/N: This week will be a double upload because...This is SPICY! Be warned this entire chapter is nothing but a spicy burrito! If this is not something you wish to read, DO NOT READ IT. Skip to next chapter! Otherwise, enjoy!
Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss. Teeth and tongues clashed as they tried to get closer to each other. Naia moaned when his tongue brushed over the roof of her mouth, letting her teeth graze his tongue as he pulled away. Her arms rested on his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair. Shanks tightened his grip around her waist before pulling up on her thigh, making her wrap her legs around his waist. They pulled away slowly, leaving just enough space for their lips to brush.
"Shit, Naia," Shanks breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Naia slid her eyes shut as the man dipped his head to her neck. His lips barely touched the sensitive skin, but Naia's breath hitched when he planted light kisses on her pulse. Her fingers knotted further into his hair as she tried to get him closer. Sparks of pleasure danced over her skin. The man groaned into her neck as her fingernails scraped his scalp lightly and his teeth sunk into her skin, pulling at the flesh before he sucked it into his mouth.
"I would say the feeling is mutual," Naia said breathlessly. She arched her back, letting her chest press up against his. The man let out a breathy chuckle and ran his hands up her body, pausing briefly at her breasts. His fingertips danced to an unknown beat on her thighs and a shiver of anticipation ran down Naia's spine. Naia tightened her legs around his waist, garnering a moan from the man as she ground against him with small swivels of her hips. She let out a little huff when Shanks lowered himself onto his knees and then to a seated position. Naia loosened her grip on his waist and made herself comfortable in his lap, her hands roaming his chest as her lips brushed against his neck. Her skirt bunched at her waist, leaving her legs free for Shanks' hands to explore and for a second time, she was thankful she had cut most of the pesky fabric away. Her nails lightly scraped against his skin, leaving red trail marks in their wake. Shanks shivered before forcing her lips to join his.
"Shanks," Naia moaned lowly. Her hands brushed up to his shoulders, forcing his white shirt to fall to his waist. Naia lightly traced his muscles with her fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. "Quit teasing."
"I could say the same thing about you," Shanks chuckled, his voice dipping deeper and his eyes glistened with lust. His fingers trailed lightly up her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they found their way up her shirt. Naia gasps as his nails bite lightly into her skin, caressing up her spin just grazing the sides of her breasts. She arched into his touch when a warm hand settled over one of her breasts, kneading the plump flesh underneath it. Naia pulled at his hair, forcing their lips to meet. She nibbled on his bottom lip, drawing a gasp before plunging her tongue into his mouth and battling to keep control of the kiss. Their tongues swirled against each other. Neither wanted to give in to the other as their bodies rocked against each other. Shanks continued to play with her breast while his other hand that had been exploring her back came down to grip her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Give in," Shanks growled, his teeth nibbling at her bottom lip.
"Like hell," Naia purred, rolling her hips into his.
"Then I'll just have to make you," Shanks rasped, his hand tangling in her hair before giving it a sharp tug. Naia cried out as his teeth sunk into her exposed neck, only for his tongue to lap in apology at the abused flesh. She was vaguely aware of the straw hat fluttering off her head and landing somewhere nearby, but his tongue continued to prove a merciless distraction. His hand remained tangled in her hair while his other one wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.
"No fair," Naia whispered, her breaths coming in pants. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and concentrating was beginning to become difficult.
"Pirate." Shanks gave her a shit-eating grin before turning back to her neck. He nipped at her collar bone, leaving light red marks across any skin he had access to. The sun beat down on them, making the heat almost insufferable, but Naia could care less as thrums of pleasure coursed through her body. The trees provided little shelter for them as they explored each other's bodies in the middle of the clearing. Middle of the clearing. Naia's eyes widened as she pushed herself away.
"What the hell?"
"I am many things, Red, but I am not about to have sex in the middle of a clearing on an island where we just battled an enemy of yours!" Naia hid her face in her hands, mortified.
"Come now. No need to be shy now." Shanks caught her lips in a demanding kiss, pushing her onto her back. "Besides, they're already leaving the island as we speak. Now, I want to see what you look like lost in pleasure."
Any doubt or thought Naia had disappeared as her mind went blank at his words. A dark curl of desire twisted in Naia's gut, bending any rule she may have had, snapping the bit of restraint she had as his hand ghosted up her side before twisting into her hair.
"Shanks," Naia moaned, arching her back wantonly as his thumb rubbed circles on the divet of her hip.
"See, was that so hard?" He purred against her neck, taking a deep inhale as his nose grazed her skin. "You smell so goddamn good."
Naia groaned as he laid light kisses across her body, praising every inch of her while he unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her chest. He hesitated briefly above the scar that resided in the middle of her chest, but it was for only a moment. The warmth of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure down Naia's spine as Shanks licked the puffed skin before swirling it around her nipple. His fingers were twisting and pulling at the sister on the other breast. Her own hands racked up his back, letting her nails bite into his tanned skin before tangling her fingers into his red hair. His hands trailed down to her waist, pulling at the waistband of her skirt. Naia flushed when the air touched the skin of her most intimate spot. Naia bit her lip to hold back a moan as the pirate captain dragged a finger up her slit. Shanks sat back, inspecting his finger that glistened with her arousal before slowly lapping away the substance. The man groaned as he tasted her.
"By the sea, you taste amazing," Shanks growled, leaning forward to bury his nose into her core. "And you smell even more amazing here. Like the mist of the sea when it blows against your face as you sail."
Naia opened her mouth to respond, but a low moan left her mouth as he slid his tongue between her lips, lapping at her core like he was a man dying of thirst. Her fingers tangled in the man's hair once more as she tried to ground herself, but the sensations were overwhelming. Shanks flattened his tongue as he ground against her clit. Naia saw stars shoot across her vision as a knot of pleasure built in her gut. A finger teased against her opening before plunging into her heat. Naia arched as Shanks began to pump his fingers in and out of her, adding another finger after every couple of thrusts. Naia could feel herself clenching around the fingers and her inner thighs became slick with how aroused she was.
She felt empty when he removed them but obediently opened her mouth when he pressed them to her lips. Her flavor coated her tongue as she licked them clean. Shanks rested his chin on her abdomen, watching as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. Naia's eyes glinted as she held eye contact, making him groan while she wrapped her tongue around the offered fingers to clean them. Her foot trailed up his side before coming to rest on his shoulder. She smirked as he grunted when she pushed him back with her foot.
Naia knelt between his legs, her fingertips tracing circles just above the waistband on his pants. Shanks prompted himself up on his elbows, staring at her with eyes hazy with lust. They darkened when she nuzzled against the rising tent in his pants. His musky scent flooded her nose. Her breath ghosted over the tip and her fingers traced the outline of his hardened cock. Shanks let out a sharp breath, letting his head fall back as she dragged her tongue along its clothed length.
"You smell amazing too," Naia purred, slowly releasing his cock from its confinement. "I bet you taste just as good."
Naia wrapped her lips around the head, giving it a harsh suck which drew a low moan from the man beneath her. Her eyes flickered up to his face, and her heart fluttered at the sight of a flushed face and liquid eyes. Naia's hand gripped the base as she slowly took him in until he hit the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks out and worked her way back toward the tip. One of his hands found its way into her hair, gripping her head tightly. Shanks slowly started to thrust into her mouth, and Naia bobbed her head in rhythm with his hips. Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, and she could taste the salty, sweet flavor of his precum. His cock twitched in her mouth, and tears pricked her eyes as Shanks began to thrust harshly into her throat, using her entirely for his own pleasure. It was incredibly arousing if Naia was honest with herself. She gasped when he forced her head away from his cock, and Naia licked her lips.
Shanks' eyes followed the movements of her tongue as it dragged along her bottom lip and a low growl emitted from the back of his throat. He tugged on her hair, pulling her up into his lap. Their lips smashed together in a clash of passion, teeth, and tongue in a battle over who had control.
"Shanks," Naia gasped, grinding her hips down onto his arousal. The friction sent delicious jolts of pleasure through her body. His cock slipped between her folds and their kisses grew in fever and ferocity. Naia shifted her hips forward as Shanks caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the already swollen appendage. Naia's hands roamed over his chest, eager and desperate for more- needing more contact. To feel his hot skin under her fingers. Shanks hissed as her fingernails bit into the thin skin covering his ribs. He pulled her flush against him before shifting to loom over her.
"You are mine," he growled, his teeth grazing her throat. Shanks teased her entrance with his cock head, letting her get a taste of what was to come before pulling back. Shanks stroked a finger down her cheek with his other hand before gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Naia shivered at the possessiveness swimming in his eyes. For once, she didn't mind being owned by someone.
"All yours," Naia panted, "All yours, Captain."
"I like the sound of that." Shanks tightened his grip, slowly letting himself enter her tight, wet heat. Naia wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to get him closer, but the man held firm as he continued the pace he was setting.
"Call me captain again," Shanks ordered. Naia groaned as he slowly slid further into her heat. Every inch sent bursts of pleasure through her body. A warm buzz fluttered over her skin as the slightest shift gave her pleasure and pain—a delicious mixture.
"Ca-cap," Naia let her head fall back when he gave a shallow thrust into her.
"I said again!" Shanks slipped his hand into her hair, releasing her jaw. He yanked her head back, forcing her to arch onto his cock and draw in a few more inches. They both hissed at the sudden change in depth.
"Captain, please," Naia whined, wiggling her hips in an attempt to get him deeper. Her entrance burned as he twitched inside her.
"Eager little thing, aren't we?" Naia could feel Shanks smirk against the skin of her neck. Naia's legs quivered as he thrust into her. A sharp yelp of pain left her lips before turning into a breathy moan at the feeling of being filled. Shanks rested his forehead on her shoulder, biting into already bruised flesh. Naia could feel her body bounce with every thrust and the sounds of Shanks' low moans only made her want more. Shanks' thrusts were slow but firm, touching every inch of her velvet heat.
"Captain." Naia's breath hitched with each thrust and her hips tilted to meet his own, sending him deeper each time.
"Being such a good girl. Taking all of your captain's cock," Shanks crooned into her ear. Naia's cheeks burned in humiliation and arousal. Their bodies rocked together, building the delicious friction they both craved. Shanks sped up his pace as Naia clenched around him; his eyes became wild as his hips snapped forward into her. Naia couldn't contain her voice as small gasps and moans filtered out. Her fingers scratched at his back, leaving red trails to decorate the tanned skin. Naia could feel the knot tightening in her abdomen.
"Captain, so close," Naia groaned, tightening her grip on his shoulders. As the edge came closer, the sensation stopped.
"Not so fast, my little nymph. You come when I say you can." Shanks gripped her hips, preventing her from moving. "I've held out for too long for me not to drag this out."
"You ass," Naia hissed breathlessly, She attempted to move her hips, but his grip was iron tight. "Move already!"
"You gotta ask nicely," Shanks teased, his tongue caressing the skin above her collarbone. Naia glared up at the pirate captain. Naia hooked her hand around his shoulders, forcing them to roll over. She kept their hips pressed together as she steadied herself on his lap. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, but Naia wasn't too concerned with anything but building that pleasure again. Naia flexed the muscles in her thighs as she went about setting her own pace.
"I don't take orders from anyone." She could feel Shanks' eyes leering at her as she rutted on his cock. Her breasts bounced with each move, and Shanks slid his hands up her thighs to her waist, helping her keep a rhythm. Naia's head swam as pleasure filled her body. Her eyes fluttered shut and she drowned herself in its feeling.
"Fuck, Naia. You're so beautiful," Shanks husked, "So goddamn beautiful riding my cock like that."
Shanks dug his heels into the ground, pounding into her with all his might. Naia's breath caught in her throat at the force of the pace.
"Captain," Naia whimpered, the muscles in her legs twitching as she clamped down on his cock. Her inner walls pulsing with each thrust the pirate captain continued to give her. His hips quickened their pace, and Naia's vision swam as the world tilted at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Shanks' hips stuttered as his cock pulsed with his own climax. The sensation of warmth filled her abdomen, sending shivers down Naia's spine.
They laid pressed together with Shanks' cock still buried inside her. Neither had the energy to get up and move. Naia's hands trace invisible designs lazily into his skin as they both bask in their afterglow. The sun beat down on them, but it was hard to notice between the heat of their bodies and the flush from their activities. Shanks combed his fingers through her hair, gently avoiding any knots that had formed. They stayed silent, relaxing into each other further, and Naia could feel her eyes slide shut as her body gave in to the exhaustion.