'You must write to me more often than you are, my love. I miss you so.' Nami stared at the ink-stained paper, her face twisting into a scowl.
How often did he think she should write to him? She wrote every other day.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh. This wasn't his fault. Not entirely.
She would try to write to him more though, another empty letter that tore at her. It felt like every time she signed it with 'I love you', that same love left with the letter and never came back. Piece by piece, she lost that love. She would write though, even when she felt her heart shrivel at the thought.
His touch was a distant memory, and it had been an unpleasant memory even when she could recall the pawing of his hands at her body - not focused on her passion in the least. However, he was her husband. Nami frowned at the letter, considering it.
Her mind had been flying a mile a minute for so long over their king that this was the first time that something had poked out at her though. She tried to piece it all together, and her thoughts went back. Sanji hadn't written letters to her very often, but she had figured it was because of the war.
Was something else amiss though?
Picking up an old letter, she turned it over in her hands, reading through quickly as she narrowed her eyes.
"Isn't that an older one?"
Nami jumped, spinning around to press it to her chest only to sag when she saw Luffy.
He smirked as he shut the door behind himself, and her eyes widened. Nojiko was just in the other room.
Sweating, she licked dry lips, but he came closer regardless.
Luffy plucked the stiff paper from her hand before he set it aside, though his eyes glanced at it. Her brow furrowed, but when their eyes met, he smirked. "I have a need for you, m'lady."
Shivering, she clutched his silk vest. With the rising heat, it was lighter than his usual jacket, but his shirt laid open, revealing his chiseled chest. Nami gasped when he pulled her hips against his.
"Your Majesty, my maid will hear if we do anything."
"Then keep quiet," he whispered into her ear. "If you scream, she'll come running to save you this time. I'll have to punish you."
Her eyes widened. 'This time'? He pressed her harder against the desk, and she paled as he gripped her breasts through her gown. Nami flushed, his thumbs kneading at her nipples. She chewed her lip to keep silent, remembering a different desk in another apartment. He had taken her so hard on that desk. Breathing heavily through her teeth, she melted while he leaned in, licking his lips before he laved his tongue down her throat.
Breath hitching, Nami stared at the closed door, striving to listen for something other than the sound of her king's sucking mouth. His suction increased on top of her breast, and she choked on a moan, trembling as he pulled her breast slowly from her gown. Nami jerked against him and gritted her teeth, panting, but he grinned. When her breast popped out, the king supped at her teat hard and moaned to her while her eyes rolled back. She was going to end on his mouth. Nojiko would hear her cry as her king brought her to a sweaty completion!
Nami hissed when his mouth drew off with a soft hum, teeth tenderly scraping over her flesh before he smirked at her.
Twitching, she shoved his head away, cheeks flushing while she pulled herself back into her gown. She whispered harshly, "You pervert! You just want to watch me squirm!"
"Oh, you figured me out already?"
Eyes bulging, she bit down a squeak as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the other side of the desk. He kneeled under the desk to hide them both in the space for legs, and Nami gaped at him, panting when he yanked her skirts out of the way.
He smiled.
"You're my dream."
She blinked, but reddened once he slipped between her thighs.
Her king ground against her wet core, and Nami laid her head to the side against the wood, quivering while she bit off her cries.
"Let out my cock."
Nami reached for his trousers, blindly undoing them. She shuddered as she realized how practiced this felt. His warm cock touched between her legs, and she found it to pull his cock longer. He released a harsh sigh before he slipped inside to fill her, finding her sinful lust wet below.
Luffy grasped her hips, rocking with a groan. Her toes curled, but she resisted her own moans. If Nojiko heard ...!
"You don't want us to get caught, you little tart?" He grunted when she tightened with a high-pitched whine. "I'm raping you, and you don't want someone to stop it? What a good girl!"
With a hard yank, Nami's jaw dropped as he slammed against her unprotected womb. Was she carrying already? Was he pressing against their bastard? She tightened and dug her nails into his shoulders, clenching her teeth while he smiled, tongue running over his lips. He watched her struggle with her throat.
"You're so wet with desire, m'lady tart. Are you sure you don't want to cry for help?"
When she bit her lip, clutching around him, she could feel all fight slip from her fingers. Her mouth slacked open, a soft keen escaping while he ravaged her. Each sloshing rock of her body on him had him smile wider and wider.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and Nami hissed when he growled in her ear. "My bawdy little woman, I've always wanted this. You on my cock and squirming!"
Nami gasped into his ear, ripping his vest as her body unraveled with a choked sob. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she fought only the sounds from her throat. Her king tensed and shuddered, reveling in her end until she stopped trembling, but his hips never stopped.
Hips jerking to him, she whimpered in his neck.
With one hard thrust, he pinned her to the wood, and her eyes bulged while a rush of her king's seed frothed inside. His lust in her lust.
She melted back and moaned, her body shaking when he pulled out.
"You really love being taken like a tart," he whispered into her hair, stirring strands and tickling her.
Vaguely, Nami recalled that she was supposed to write to her lord husband.
Shuddering, she closed her eyes.
What more could she say to her husband? Luffy had taken her so many times now that the distant memory of a man fumbling for his own pleasure was all she thought of her lord husband now. To see the maids he had left behind with child was the most galling part. While they grew - sowed before their own wedding at this very castle - Nami waited anxiously for the telltale bulge of her king's bastard.
Would that be better?
It felt better.
Luffy cupped her cheeks, and Nami snapped out of her reverie.
"M'lady?"
She blinked, staring before she shivered as she realized he was thumbing tears away from her cheeks. He quirked a brow, and Nami swallowed nothing. How could she explain anything to him? Wasn't he the cause of all her problems? But her king had told her about her husband's infidelities.
He hadn't lied to her.
"I'm so tired," she whispered, and he slipped out, her skirt still pushed up to her waist. Nami shivered at the sound of her own voice - dull and lifeless. Her heart and body ached in opposing sensations. One felt full of desire while the other limped along.
The king seemed to hover before he tilted his head. "Are you feeling well?"
Nami's eyes wandered to his face. He twitched as their gazes met. That expression - the best way she could put it was apprehension. The king was never anxious though. His brow tightened, furrowing into a point. But he had done this all several times. Why turn on him now when he had offered her everything?
When she opened her mouth though, her lips closed on their own. Finally, she whispered, "Better than before."
He quirked a brow and stroked a strand of hair from her face. "It'll be time for dinner soon. I have to change my vest now thanks to you. You'll come to my bed naked tonight as punishment. Won't you?"
She nodded.
Why would she do anything else?
Fixing frazzled hair - and explaining to Nojiko that she was just frustrated with her husband's apparent whining - Nami walked out to the sound of servants hurrying about the castle. She hesitated. They hadn't made such a fuss in a while.
Not since the lord of House Mariejois had been sent away, and Luffy had offered the castle's servants to help hasten his leavetaking so he could join her husband on the front lines.
Her lips pursed, frowning ahead at nothing when she recalled her previous thoughts.
It was so odd though.
Why did Sanji complain about a lack of writing? Why would every other day not be good enough for him?
Had she been so concerned about what was happening with his majesty that she had missed something important? How strange it seemed that she felt more in control than she had for a long time. Was surrendering to the king clearing the cobwebs? That letter had jarred something in any case.
Nami caught a liveried sleeve. "What's going on?"
"Lady Pudding has arrived with her retinue and household, my lady."
Her eyes widened in remembrance as the servant scurried away. She had forgotten about that bit of information. Lord Sanji had told her about staying in House Wholecake's fort. A prodigious family, their tendrils stretched out all across the kingdom and even into other kingdoms - though in doing that, they had to formally disown them. Everyone knew that it was a formality in name only.
Sanji had written to her about Lady Pudding though. She was to leave the fort before anything untoward could happen on the front where Wholecake's holdings were located. In reading those letters, she had had a wriggling vision in her mind. One where she was looking out from the king's balcony and eyeing the rocks below.
It wasn't her end below though.
She had imagined her lord husband down there.
What would she do if he had sent one of his lovers to the castle?
Nami shivered, but braced herself as she strode for the courtyard where they would receive Lady Pudding. She thought she knew what she might discover if she did a little talking.
Except, when she descended to the courtyard, the king was greeting a young woman in a billowy gown, comfortable enough for the heat.
The baby bump had her brow furrowing.
As Nami had feared, Lady Pudding was pregnant, but wasn't it too early to show if Sanji was the father? When Luffy spotted her standing at the door, he smiled, though an odd cast reached his eyes as he led Lady Pudding over.
"My lady, this is Lady Nami of Cocoyashi. Lord Sanji's wife. And m'lady, this is Lady Pudding of Wholecake."
The pretty maid curtsied, and Nami hurried to do the same. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nami."
"Yes, a pleasure."
Her eyes swept over her belly, mind running while she tried to remember whether or not Lady Pudding was married. Her husband had mentioned no husband.
"How far along are you now, Lady Pudding?"
She smiled so shyly, Nami felt knots unwind in her shoulders. Would this young woman stand before her like this if she had slept with her husband? "I started showing about two months ago. My midwives say I should give birth in five months perhaps. Maybe four. These things are hard to tell."
Nami found her lips twitching up. However, she jumped when Lord Usopp slid over. "Lady Pudding! Allow me to escort you to your apartments."
Her brow furrowed as the two turned to go, but Pudding beamed over her shoulder at her. "I'll see you after I freshen up, Lady Nami."
Crossing her arms, Nami pouted after them. Around her, the courtyard bustled, carrying Lady Pudding's trunks into the castle. Luffy stepped beside her as if watching with her. Across the yard, Pudding glanced back while he said, "The answer to your question is 'yes'."
She worried for a moment that the shock might have shown on her face - the rage. Except, when she touched her cheek, she discovered the lines of her face to be smooth.
"When?"
"Before your wedding."
Nami nodded. If her baby belly was showing now, Nami could see how it had happened.
Another one.
She hadn't thought to keep count, but the pit in her stomach grew.
"I'm ... feeling tired, sire," she said. "Please, excuse me."
"I'll see you at dinner?"
Was that a command? Nami clung to it regardless. If it was an order, she couldn't just sit in her bed and cry. Everyone would know and see her red eyes. They would know what it was about.
If the king knew, surely half the castle knew about her husband's unfaithfulness before their wedding. The pit deepened.
They knew.
Every single one of them did.
Even the king knew, and he-!
"But you're marrying that blowhard, the pervert who has a dozen bastards already!"
Nami released the fists in her skirts, staring at the empty doorway, left open for the servants. For a wonder, the pit fluttered.
It was ridiculous, but hadn't Luffy warned her of this exact thing? Could she have walked away though? So many men had mistresses and sired bastards. Not all, but enough that people knew the truth of things. Some men had desires that could not be sated by one woman. No, she could not have just abandoned the marriage and resulting alliance.
They expected this sort of thing to happen - for the noble lady to either bear it or change her lecherous husband's ways.
Or be blamed for it.
The king gazed at her, a step further away for propriety. No one would think anything wrong was happening here. His black eyes drank her though, pulling. Could anyone else feel that?
He never stared at other women like that. She had watched for it, waited in hopes of clinging to a reason to turn him away, but had seen and found nothing for any other.
"I've wanted you for years. A bawdy little virgin with your temper? You're a pleasure to me - my one fantasy."
When she glanced at him, he frowned, looking ready to dart away to attend to other duties.
"I'm going to take a nap," she said slowly, not daring to say anything else. Not putting any of her pounding heart into her throat that might reveal her passion to anyone else walking by.
Luffy blinked.
Her skirts whirled as she headed for the open door. Somehow, his eyes tugged on her from the courtyard, but she dared not glance over her shoulder. If she looked back, so many would see her. A steady, composed pace was needed. Showing a connection like this could crush her house and the alliance with Germa.
But she walked faster when she was inside.
As the bed moved, Nami's eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling of her apartments with a confused frown. Oddly, she felt more exhausted than she had while awake when she had burrowed into her blankets. Naked for her king.
Her head turned slightly, and she froze.
Luffy sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed over hands that squeezed his knees. He glared at the floor.
She opened her mouth, but as his lips curled back in a strange rictus, she licked parched lips instead.
Something told her not to move.
Had something happened? What was wrong?
Nami would not risk asking though - not him. Not how he was at this very moment. Her fingers twitched to reach out for him and draw him against her like she had offered. Some small part of her wanted him to awaken her again with those powerful hands yanking ...
"Fuck," he whispered, and Nami blinked before she closed her eyes, not even tempted to shiver.
If she moved ... what?
Luffy must have risen because the bed shifted, but she still kept still. She mimicked the slow breathing of sleep, never sure if she had ever mastered that - it never worked as a child after all.
"What am I doing?"
She twitched, and a pang of agony ripped through her.
Doubt?
Now?
No, you told me the truth when everyone else lied. Come back. Hold me. Give me your bastard like you promised.
If Luffy left her, she would be alone with that man.
Nami bit her lip, tremors threatening her body. When she opened her eyes through blurred vision, Luffy was not facing her, however.
He ruffled his hair and growled before he stepped toward the secret door. But she could no longer presume to lie still.
She sprang from her husband's bed, knowing exactly what she should say to bring him back. Instead, her lips blubbered, all the rage from earlier rising to the surface. "I hate him. Please. I hate that man! I hate his babes. I hate his mistresses. I - If all I am is hate ... don't go ..."
Her king had paused in the middle of the room, his foot forward and ready to propel himself away from her, but he turned finally.
Black eyes burned into her as he stalked for her.
"Shut your little tart mouth."
Nami trembled.
She threw the blankets back for him to see all of her, and he descended on her like wrath.
He devoured her lips, her naked body arching to the soft silk of his vest and fine wool of his trousers. Luffy shoved her hips into the bed as he jostled between her legs.
"Spread those pretty legs wider so I can rape you properly."
With a shiver, Nami grabbed the back of her knees to yank them wide open with a moan, and his majesty - her king - opened his trousers to release himself for her. He reached between her, parting labia only to sigh.
"You're not ready? Get your cunt ready for your liege, m'lady tart."
Nami whimpered, but stroked her folds to find the barest bit of wetness before she caressed her clitoris. Her hips rolled to the sensation, moaning while she excited herself for him. In front of him. As she found more moist folds, she moaned. If he would only touch her, she might end it all on his fingertips.
"So soon? You're just begging for a rape."
As he pressed against her entrance, her heart leaped into her throat, and she stroked her clit in tight circles, trying to find that perfect point - like how he would make her end on his tongue.
His eyes guided her onward somehow. She squirmed under his gaze, panting while his cock touched, but did not enter.
"Sire, it's wet and dirty for you. I'm sorry it wasn't ready earlier!"
Nami squeaked as he pinched her nipple, his cock still threatening her body.
He smiled slowly. "Are you about to cum for me? I want to take you while you're pleasuring yourself to climax. I want to feel your cunt squeezing me."
Excited, quivering, Nami nodded, and her hand slowed just so - to brace herself for the end her king wanted inside of her.
"Cum ... cumming soon! Rape me!"
"Here?"
On her lord husband's bed. She welcomed him and wrapped her legs around Luffy. He pounded inside. Her hips jumped to meet him. Her fingers quickened, panting. She had to bite her other hand to stop the wail.
"That's right. If your maid hears, your king will be angry." He moaned above her as his hips rutted.
Writhing, Nami breathed hard through teeth and nose, and her body tightened, pulling and begging for his seed. Her end seared her. His fingers twisted her nipple just so, and she gasped, mouth ajar as he stared into her eyes. She bucked against him, and a slick heat rushed into her. His seed roiled inside, joining her filthy lust.
When his hips slowed with a shudder, Nami reached for him, whimpering, her eyelids growing heavier.
"Sire ..."
Luffy kissed her, his tongue warm against hers, and she closed her eyes with a sigh. She tightened one last time as she heard her king. "What are you doing to me? You're driving me crazy ..."
Below, their passions mingled, and Nami slipped into slumber once more while her king rocked into her.