Nami plucked the newspaper from the News Coo, humming as she offered the berry coin to the bird, but when it opened another pouch, she stared. It had something else for sale? Sometimes, the news had special sales of interesting articles. This one seemed to be in a magazine or booklet all rolled up like the newspapers to make room.
She pursed her lips before she gave the News Coo another coin. Perhaps there was something useful in it.
When the News Coo flew away, it left a flabbergasted expression across Nami's face. She stared at a drawn rendition of her captain, abs glistening in a sunset on a beach. The caption beside his roguish smirk said, 'She Can't Resist His Stretching Manhood!'
Her mouth hung open.
What the hell is this!?
Nami read the newspaper.
That thing rested in her nightstand under a stack of toys and novels she had saved for sleepless nights whenever Robin was on guard duty. As technical as some of her reading could get, she did like to relax with a good trashy book. She shook her head when her mind wandered to that — that thing.
She should have tossed it into the ocean. Instead, Nami re-read the last two lines of the newspaper article for what felt like the thousandth time. Another coup d'état, where again?
Nami squeezed her eyes shut before she skipped ahead a bit.
Some island in Paradise. She took a deep breath, lips pinching together while she concentrated again on what was in front of her.
Not the magazine lying in the drawer within arm's reach.
Tossing the newspaper aside, Nami glared at the handle of the drawer.
She licked her lips before she chewed on it, worrying as her fingers twitched.
It was just some silly trashy magazine.
A glance at the other captions had mentioned other captains. One even had talked about an Admiral capturing a pirate and ravaging her.
Her face flushed though, envisioning the drawn image of her captain sprawled on the beach. Whoever had drawn it was aware of his new physique. Slender still, but rippling with power.
Nami swallowed nothing when she recalled really noticing his change before. After rejoining everyone on Wano, Luffy had come back in that kimono. He had rolled the top down, peeling ripped arms and abs out of the sleeves.
She opened the drawer and peeked at the magazine under a dildo and her favorite romance novel. The one where the prince and princess didn't know who the other was — she was hiding from his father, but he was running from his father. All hot and sticky when they finally gave into each other, only to learn the truth later.
With those thoughts, she almost picked the book up again. A long night with her favorite story seemed like a good night, especially with some flare from a toy to get her blood pumping.
Instead, her fingers slipped to the magazine to pull it out.
'She Can't Resist His Stretching Manhood!'
It wasn't that she had never thought about his ability like that, but that she couldn't let her mind linger on it. If she thought long enough about it, she looked like a cooked lobster.
Nami gazed at his picture again. Details were slightly off, but the artist was quite good.
He looked good.
Still, Luffy was real. His shoulders were broader than this image suggested too.
She checked for the page number the story was supposed to start on before she took a deep breath to brace herself. If someone walked in and saw her with that magazine in her hands, she would die. But it was the middle of the night, so that wasn't likely unless something happened.
Glancing at the door, she waited a moment to listen. Only the sound of the waves and the creak of Sunny filled her ears.
Nami opened the magazine, eyes widening at the new picture inside.
Her lips parted into a surprised 'o' before she swallowed nothing. His cock in this picture was certainly stretched out — an imagining of how it would look extended toward ...
She gaped, eyes bulging when she realized the redhead was supposed to be her.
In the image, he was offering her the tantalizing cockhead, and Nami's mouth dried. She looked ridiculous to her own eyes. She didn't have breasts that big, but she fidgeted all the same.
Nami shut the magazine with a flush.
She opened it back up to peek at the picture.
He licked his lips in that image, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.
The caption read, "I've caught you at last, thief. Now pay with your body for what you took."
Nami sank into her sheets and flared with color as she read the story.
She laughed at the portrayal when she got deeper. Luffy was a mastermind? He had plotted the takedown of Arlong and the other pirates of the East Blue and even outsmarted a devious plot from some butler to take an ill damsel's treasure? Nami began to relax. This was not her captain.
Monkey D. Luffy thrust her against him. She tried to turn away, but her loins were already throbbing. "Give me your virgin cunt."
"Captain, please!"
"That's the first time you called me that."
Nami snorted, settling in before she glanced at the picture again. There was even another further in with a close-up, his tongue wrapped several times around hers. She suspected the only tantalizing things in this magazine were those images.
At last, she tossed the magazine into the drawer and threw her blankets back. She was more awake than usual, so she figured that a drink was in order. Just as a nightcap. Perhaps two or three. Nami headed for the kitchen.
Inside, she gaped at the sight of Luffy sitting over the counter. He pouted at the fridge before he realized she was there.
"Hey, Nami."
When he beamed so radiantly, red crept onto Nami's cheeks. Nami had come out wearing her pajamas — no bra or panties. Just her tank top and boy shorts. His eyes didn't linger anywhere, but Nami's eyes trailed over him. Shirtless, Luffy wore only his jean shorts. Why did he have to be here begging for food now of all times? She had just read about this man pounding her into submission, a mess of juices for his hips. While Luffy straightened, those abs she had stared at in pictures came alive too.
Except, he was so much more well-defined.
Nami swallowed nothing before she headed for the cupboards to dig out the booze.
He brightened and said, "Oh, ya wanted a drink? Can I have one?"
"Tequila, right? How about a tequila sunrise?" She paused for only a moment as she remembered that sunset playing across the picture's abs, but Luffy smiled.
"Sure!"
Clearing her throat, Nami turned away, pouring two drinks out from different bottles. She added the orange juice and grenadine before she poured the tequila over the top, and she gave him his glass. He admired it with an exclamation of joy at the sight of the colors mixing. In her own, Nami only poured the whiskey, needing something strong.
Luffy patted the barstool next to him. That grin never ended. "C'mere."
She stared at that seat, and he tilted his head.
"What's wrong?"
Nami shook her head before she sipped her glass, red overtaking her face again. She needed to stop thinking about that damned magazine. It wasn't that exciting of a story anyway.
Finally, she slipped in beside him. When their eyes met, Nami averted her gaze to turn back to her drink.
Shit, I should've kicked him out! He just wants to eat! But she squirmed instead.
"You wanna play a game?"
She wanted to snort. "You just want to empty the fridge."
"Yeah, but if you win, you can get what you want!"
Her glass stopped halfway to her lips, and she glanced at him suspiciously. She had bought that magazine while lounging on the deck, and though Luffy had been out there playing on the deck too, she hadn't thought he had seen anything. Would he even know what it all was?
Except, Luffy wasn't a complete dolt. Sanji, Franky and Brook talked enough about dirty things in front of him. Surely, he knew about sex.
Nami bit her lip though. Is that what she wanted? That little piece of fiction hadn't satisfied her like those captions had promised. The smut had used one too many phrases that were utterly ridiculous and had killed her mood fast if the rest of it hadn't. Besides, was a reward of sex really a comparison to Luffy wanting to empty the fridge into his gullet?
"What I want ...?" She sipped her drink again, blushing when his head tilted.
Something questioned her in his eyes. "Yeah, anything you want from me?"
She blinked. "From you?"
"Yeah?"
Her tongue traced over her lips before she realized what she was doing, and she sat up straight with a cough. "Just what do you have that I want? You haven't even paid me back yet."
When he gaped at her, she smiled. "Paid you back for what!?"
She knew then. "My Happiness Punch."
His eyes appeared about to fall out of his head. They even glanced down at her body before he said, "How am I supposed to do that!?"
"Hmm, I don't know. It's been two years. That means there's interest to take into account."
"What's that mean?"
Nami smirked. "It means you owe me even more than before."
"That's not fair!"
"You think it's right for you to peek at a lady who was so kind as to give you what you wanted to see?"
The pinched squint of his cheeks, lips and eyes took up his entire face. "So how am I supposed to pay you back? I don't got any money."
She pretended to think about it while she took another drag of her drink.
"You could pay with your body."
Luffy opened and closed his mouth as if trying to decipher that, but dawning came quickly. "Huh!? My body!?"
Nami sniffed. "Shush or somebody will hear you."
"You want me to do what?" Luffy leaned over to whisper, eyes still wide in shock.
She didn't bother to take a deep breath — he would see that and smell the doubt. "Don't you know what sex is, captain?"
"Well, yeah, but ..." he said, licking his lips as if they had gone dry. "That's a little ..."
"All I really want you to do is make me cum. You don't mean to keep stealing from me, do you?"
He winced, but he straightened. "I didn't mean to take any—"
"So you'll do it."
Luffy pouted. "Sure, but—"
"Then that's that!" With a beaming smile, Nami drank down her glass before she rose to get the bottles of alcohol. "How about shots?"
When he didn't answer, Nami glanced back to raise a brow, but finally he sighed. "Okay, shots."
"We lose if we can't walk straight from—" she glanced around before she pointed at the place beside the table "—here to here."
He drank the rest of his drink, grinning from what she could only assume was the flavor, and he nodded. "You're on."
It only took Luffy half a dozen shots to get that walk to stagger. She almost gave it to him, since he had been so serious about trying to keep steady — just what was she thinking? — but he had stumbled. As he muttered, glaring at the floor as if it was its fault — maybe it was, they were on a ship — Nami wondered if she had chosen the wrong way to start this.
Luffy rose to his feet steadily enough though, pointing at her. "Okay, you win, but you gotta tell me what you want."
Nami smiled. "I just want to cum."
He blinked. "Well, yeah ...?"
With a quick glance around, Nami went around into the kitchen to open the pantry. "In here. I don't want Robin to spot us."
Scratching his head, hat settling to hang from its string, Luffy said, "She might spot us anyway."
That was true, but she figured Robin wasn't so rude as to keep watching if she found someone having sex. A peek wasn't that bad. Not really.
Nami settled back into the pantry, sitting on a crate. Her limbs seemed about to jitter right off while she stared at him in the doorway. Luffy still scratched his head, watching her before he stepped inside. She swallowed nothing when he shut the door, but gaped when he turned the light on.
"Keep the light off!"
"But I can't see anything."
She squinted and huffed. "Don't you have Haki to help with that?"
"It's easier though, and I'm tipsy," he said, pouting as he ignored the light request. When he thudded to kneel in front of her, Nami flushed darker. "Tell me what you want me to do already."
"Don't you know how to have sex? You said you did." Frowning, she wondered just what she had gotten into while he raised a brow at her.
"Sure, but—"
"Just don't cum in me," she said, hoping he finally got the hint.
His eyes widened though she couldn't really see why. Luffy had told her that he knew what sex was. She didn't really have to instruct him about what to do, did she? That would be a huge mood killer on its own. Nothing like teaching him the birds and the bees to dry up an already arid well.
At least, he was still gorgeous. Maybe even she needed that light on to remind herself why she was doing this.
Luffy pursed his lips, hands on her knees before he asked, "You don't want anything else?"
What is he going on about? Was he wondering about a relationship? Nami didn't know what to think about that exactly, but maybe this could be a test for him. Nami winked. "Maybe we can talk about that more later, captain."
Except, the confused expression on his face only bewildered her. What was wrong?
He glanced her over with a frown before he grabbed her knees to lift them, and she squeaked when he slid between her thighs on the crate. Her eyes widened as he yanked her shorts down, her breath coming quicker while she was bared to him. Luffy tossed her shorts over his shoulder.
"So you want me to fuck you?"
Her face exploded in color as she watched him undo his jean button. "Don't talk about it like that!"
His lips sealed shut, and Nami gaped at him. He seemed ... annoyed?
Nami squeaked when she realized he had unveiled his cock. Luffy pumped himself, inches from her pussy, and her heart thudded in excitement. As he pushed her top up and out of the way too, he gazed at her naked body, hand still stroking, but faster now.
Chewing her lip, Nami glanced at his cock below. It grew in his hand while Luffy sighed in pleasure. She knew that she needed to be prepared too, but she couldn't reach down. It wasn't that she could not move or that the angle was wrong. Nami didn't think she could just touch herself in front of him. Luffy had no sense of shame, so she gaped at his cock, ready for her.
She glanced at his face again, flushing, but the annoyance was gone in his concentration, yet something was still on his features. Luffy's eyes were closed, sometimes peeking out from lashes to stare at her body before he moaned.
In the cool pantry, her nipples hardened. Yet as Luffy released himself to grasp her hips, Nami tensed, darkening when he pressed against her pussy.
"Wai — wait, I'm not ready yet!"
He pouted. "I got myself ready for you. You said you just want me to fuck you."
"I — I want to have sex!"
Luffy scowled. "What's that mean though?"
Nami gaped before she said, "Your cock in my pussy, idiot!"
"So ... cock," he whispered, spreading her labia open with his fingers, "in pussy."
When he pushed against her, Nami gasped. Something must have been wet or excited enough from that ridiculous magazine because he slid into her with a grunt. Jolting, Nami sank against his lap, tightening while he rocked against her.
His eyes had widened, that drunk glaze reaching his eyes at last while his lips parted in awe. "Fuck, your cunt's tight!"
"Don't say that!" Her hips bucked to his, trembling until he grunted.
"Then you be quiet too!"
As he pressed her back into the crate, her eyes widened. Nami flung her arms around him, gaping when he slammed against her. Her toes curled. He hadn't stretched it so far as she could tell, but even so, something about it dragging in her had her gasping into his hair.
Yet, with his face buried in her neck, Nami tried to reason out what was going on. He hadn't been upset about losing, and yet something was off. Was Luffy not into her? Women? He was hard enough to convince her otherwise.
He had even looked at her while preparing himself.
When she tried to lift her hips, he shoved her hips to the crate with a growl. Toes curling, Nami shuddered. Even though he hadn't prepped her, she had grown wet anyway. The slap of his hips between hers was evidence of excitement. Was it the risk this still held? Did Luffy even know there was still a chance of pregnancy like this? But that held an odd thrill in Nami, and there were no condoms on the ship anyway.
Luffy wasn't even touching her breasts or clit.
He grunted, and Nami flushed when his thrusts became rougher, his breath hitting her ear. "Fuck!"
She squeaked, but couldn't tell him to stop. His gruff words had excited her more, and yet she wished she hadn't told him to stop before. Nami wanted to hear more. Tell her that her pussy was perfect for his cock. Didn't he know he was supposed to keep saying it anyway? The books ...
A hot wash of shame filled her.
Nami whimpered while Luffy panted in her ear. Her lips parted, moaning before she whispered, "Cum ... cum outside. I ..."
"You need to cum," Luffy moaned to her.
She tightened, but a flush took over her face. She lied, "I came!"
When he pulled out, he sprayed her stomach as if on command, and Nami jumped. "Fuck!"
Luffy panted faster as though to brace himself before he pushed himself upright with a moan. Nami pinkened at the sight of his sweating body. So close and yet so far from that image on the magazine. He glittered with sticky juices between them while the swinging light above them illuminated him in white rather than the colors of a sunset.
With a shiver, Nami averted her eyes and sat up to scoot back on the crate. Their knees touched, but she kept her head down, panting.
It had felt good, but somehow, Luffy had not been into her despite being in her and having her naked body underneath him. What could she do though? Was there something to fix it?
"Mn, Nami ...?"
She darkened. "Well, that was interesting, but it's getting late."
"Nami."
"I'll put the booze away."
"Nami."
Nami kept her eyes away. She stared at the door instead. It was a very good door.
"You lied. You didn't cum at all."
"So?"
"I lost, so I gotta make you cum, stupid."
She spun on him, agape. "Excuse me? You're the one acting like you didn't want me."
Luffy raised a brow. "What're you talking about?"
"You just — you're not a machine, you know. You can do other stuff!"
His eye twitched. "That's what I was asking you about!"
Recoiling in surprise from the outburst, Nami blinked.
"Tell me what you want! I'm not a mind reader."
She flooded with color, hands crossing over her chest as if it was any protection from his truth. Had she really ignored his attempts to know what she wanted? How had she bowled over them like she had?
I thought I knew better than him, but we both knew nothing. Luffy had tried to find out what she liked though.
"You really did feel good," he whispered, and Nami shivered. "Sorry, I guess you don't like hearing that though."
Nami shook her head, trying to make sense of what she wanted in her mind. "I — no, not that. It's fine. I thought ... I assumed a few things, I guess." She winced.
When she finally peeked at him, Luffy's brow furrowed. "Why'd you tell me to stop then?"
"I wanted ..." She burned darker, realizing exactly why he had stopped now. He had clung to any little piece of what she had said. If she said she didn't want it, that meant he had to stop. Luffy was practically a gentleman in that regard. "I thought you would keep going. Say it anyway."
Luffy tilted his head, lips pursed before he scooted closer. "You like it when I say dirty things?"
Imploding inside, Nami slowly nodded.
He smiled though. "Your pussy was so fucking tight."
Nami's mouth opened, dark across her face before she groaned and cupped her hot red cheeks. She bit her lip hard when his eyes sparkled.
"I liked cumming on your stomach too. You look good covered in cum."
"Idiot!" She huffed, trying to keep from telling him to stop, but she watched him from the corner of her eyes while his gaze softened.
"Your blush is cute too."
I'm the idiot! Why did I think he didn't know what he was doing!?
"You wanna try again?"
Nami licked her lips, glancing at his cock, but he waved his hand.
"You're the one that needs to cum. Now tell me what you like."
Biting her knuckle, she pouted down at his lap. "I liked your cock in me."
He chuckled. "Fine, that's a start."
As he slipped closer, Nami licked her lips before she eased her legs on either side of his hips again.
His hands settled on her hips, and he leaned in. "What did you want me to do?"
She squirmed, about ready to crawl into the corner to hide, but her lips parted to whisper, "I wanted you to ... touch my pussy."
When he cupped between her legs, Nami jolted, burning while he stroked along her labia. "You're wet from my cock at least. Should make it easier." As she shivered, he chuckled. "You think that's dirty too?"
"I haven't ever really talked about it before ..."
"Tell me what you do." She gaped at him, drawing back to stare at his face, but he only grinned. His tongue laved over his lips. "Or can I taste you?"
Her jaw dropped, and Nami shifted when he slowly lowered himself to his knees. Staring at him, Nami let her thighs drift wider. She swallowed nothing. "I don't know if I'll like it. I've never felt it before ..."
"Can we try?"
Nami nodded numbly even as her skin prickled all over.
He latched onto her at once, and she shrieked before she could stop the sound. She writhed to his thick tongue slurping over her clitoris while wild eyes searched the walls and ceiling for any eyes checking on the pantry. Velvet sensations distracted her though. Either Robin hadn't heard, or Nami hadn't seen her peeping.
Or still couldn't.
When his tongue thrust into her, Nami bucked with a choked moan. She gripped his hair, panting as she realized she was trying to ride his face. His eyes peered over her curls, too self-satisfied for his own good, but Nami writhed.
As his tongue slithered deeper, Luffy pulled on her hips, and Nami trembled to the thick swirl his tongue dipped into her.
"That's dirty!" She squealed, whimpering and cursing herself when Luffy dragged his tongue out with a moan.
"Does that mean you like it?"
Flushed, Nami reached down to part her lips wide open, a feat she didn't think she could do only moments before. "I love it!"
Luffy grinned, his tongue slicking over her clitoris, but he murmured, "Anything else you want?"
"I wanna cum on your tongue. Your fingers. You can use your fingers, please!"
As he smiled, Nami shivered. "I like hearing that. Say 'please' again."
Nami whispered, "Please ..."
His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking tenderly enough that tears ran down her cheeks. Nami gaped at the ceiling, having not realized she had fallen back in awe. Her body jerked to him, moaning when his tongue struck true once more.
He stroked his tongue from pussy to clit, grinning at her stare. "Beg some more. Tell me what you want."
Beg!? Except Nami wriggled, too excited. "Please, I love it!"
Nami's throat stopped up in her attempt to stop that shriek as he sucked hard on her clit.
"Please, Captain! Touch me, fuck me, I want ... I want ...!" She tried to piece a simple phrase together, panting while his tongue stretched so deep, she thought he was lapping at her womb. "I — please! My pussy! My nipples! My—"
His hands went to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples to points. Nami choked on her cry, and her hips jerked.
A hard rush, as if dragged out of her kicking and screaming, came through her. This was not the touch of her own hands or toys. Luffy tugged, and her entire body flushed, writhing in the heat he had pooled in her belly. Nami twisted, legs around his head. When she gasped for air, his head popped up from between her thighs, grinning confidently.
"That was you cumming, Nami, right?"
Somehow, all over, she still ached, as if teetering near the edge of it all. She had orgasmed, but she couldn't explain how she didn't feel satisfied. Luffy hovered over her now, and she shifted her legs to wrap around his waist to pull him closer.
"Fuck me, please!"
"Mm, you came already though."
Nami whimpered, reaching for his arms, and her fingers traced over his biceps. "Please, please!"
"Please what?"
When he smiled, Nami's gut felt the hit. "Please, fuck me! I want your cock in me again!"
Luffy chuckled as he allowed her to tug him over her. While she kissed over his shoulders, he sighed with a soft moan. "You're so good at begging ..."
"Captain, please, I want your cock!" She flushed, but suddenly she knew. "Stretch it inside of me, please."
His eyes widened just so before he grinned wider. "That sounds fun."
He grasped the base of his hard shaft, and Nami wriggled, watching him pull slowly. Her eyes widened as he pressed a longer cock to her folds. With a shudder, Nami spread her legs wide, panting while he hummed.
"Hm ... just stretch? What if I ..." He seemed to consider for a moment before he grinned. As he stretched himself a little longer, Nami gaped when he slowly eased his cock around and into a knot in the middle of his shaft. Luffy grunted, teeth gritting in a growl before he whispered, "Fuck, I've always wanted to try this."
She flushed while he stroked her clit with rough fingertips. Her hips arched on instinct, and she moaned as he slicked his fingers around her clitoris. Nami stared at his cock and flushed when it pressed against her once more.
"Beg again."
Thrills ran through her. If he thought that thing would fit—! If he wanted her to bow to him like this—!
But her mouth opened. "Please, fuck me!"
Luffy grabbed her hips, and she squealed as he pushed inside once again. At the knot, she gasped, tensing, but he only moaned deeper before his hips slammed forward. A hard ring, a bulbous sensation of pleasure filled her. Nami's head flopped back.
"Captain!"
He smiled slowly, grunting while he thrust away. "That's right. You just love this cock."
Flushed, Nami shook her head, but she bit her lip to stop from saying it outright. His tongue ran over his lips before he grinned wider — a roguish lilt that certainly had never been in those artists' renditions. As his cock dragged the knot in and out, teasing the tight muscles of her entrance, he leaned over to lap at her teat.
Nami shuddered, clenching her teeth. If she said anything, she needed to make sure it was for more of the same, yet a wriggling thought told her to deny him — that he should take her anyway. Both sounded like ecstasy. While his tongue trailed wet circles around her nipple, she whimpered. He pulled her hips closer as his thrusts quickened. She gripped his shoulders, nails biting his skin, but he just smiled.
"You're getting tighter ... are you gonna cum on this cock?"
Luffy tilted her legs wider and leaned in so that his hips slammed down inside of her.
A tiny squeal passed her lips. Her mouth opened, striving to speak. How could she tell him to not stop even if she told him to? How did she tell him that she wanted to beg like she was his pet again?
Why was saying either so difficult?
As her tongue slicked over dry lips, Luffy grabbed it, and her eyes bulged when he tugged on it lightly.
"Got yer tongue. Now tell me what you want."
Nami flushed. That was ridiculous. She couldn't talk if he held her tongue! Yet, she tried anyway, a mumbled mess while he thrust harder, which made the whole thing half a squeal of delight. He chuckled before he released her tongue to yank on her hips.
Eyes rolling back, she cried out. "I wanna beg! I want your cock! I wanna say no, and — and I want you to fuck me anyway!"
His hips quickened. "Then beg for me to stop! Try to stop me from fucking your tight cunt!"
She sobbed, his knot hardening with his cock. Inside, he teased the full length of her. Even so, she weakly pushed at his shoulders, trembling as her legs twitched. They wanted to wrap around him.
"Dirty!" Nami panted, a wild streak bubbling inside. "You're filthy! Get — get off!"
"So slap me if I'm so—"
He gaped at the wall after she cracked her palm across his cheek. Nami moaned when he stopped thrusting, seated deep inside while he blinked. Finally, he turned with a growl.
And Nami writhed as he reclaimed her, harder, her back imprinting into the crate while he ravaged her. She tried to strike him again, but he caught her wrists. When he pulled out, her eyes widened in shock.
"Wait, no, I need to cum!"
"It's a need now?" Luffy turned her onto her stomach over the crate, and Nami shivered with a dark whine. "Let's add another knot then. You seem to like it a lot."
She paled, whimpering, but her hips tilted up for it. Another one? Nami shivered when he pressed inside once more only to squeak as the lump of beautiful knot pierced her. When she tightened, moaning, he chuckled. He knew she loved it.
Melting while the second knot thrust inside, Nami clutched the other end of the crate and tried to brace herself. In this position, his cock and knots were rubbing against her front wall so deliciously.
He whispered in her ear while she panted heavily, "Beg for it."
Jaw unhinged, Nami tried to remember what words even were. Beg? How? Except when he moved so slowly, she bucked back only for him to press her hips onto the crate, restraining her struggles.
"Nn, no! I want it! Please!"
"Louder," he moaned into her ear.
Uncaring, her pussy tightening around perfection, Nami squealed. "Fuck me like a slut! I want it!"
The first real thrust had tears rolling down her cheeks. Two glorious knots all pulled out, strumming along her front wall before his hips rammed them all back inside. "Fuck!"
Her jaw dropped, seeing through watery eyes. When Luffy broke into her over and over, Nami's tongue rolled out, her hips twitching under his hands, but he still denied her movement. Sweat dripped on her back, and all Nami could do was spread her legs and scratch at the crate, panting her pleas into the wood while his cock wrecked her cunt.
And she begged for it.
"This is for slapping me. Don't you love it?"
She wanted to slap him again, instead, she tightened, a wail breaking free. White filled her vision, and she tried to slam back against his cock. Nami panted until she gaped as a third knot shoved its way inside, stuffing her.
With a hard buck, Nami collapsed into the crate, sobbing while he slammed three into her. He wasn't done with her yet. "And if you like my knots, you'll love three, won't you?"
His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling finally instead of holding her down, but Nami whimpered, unable to move. Luffy moved them both, enough for her tightening pussy again and his throbbing cock. He licked up her spine, and she gasped, burning all over.
"I — I came, Captain! Please!"
"I know," he said in a grunt. "Let me take my time! You can cum again if you want, but this is so good, I can't stop!"
Nami cried out, her body wriggling between the crate and her hard captain and his knots. Her eyes were too wide, legs spread too far, dripping too much down her thighs.
When he held her down, breath hitting her ear, Nami squealed long and loud while he took her. Toes dug into the floor as he thrust hard enough to shake the crate. Nami gaped into the wall, overwhelmed. She couldn't stop the pleasure. He wouldn't let it end. His knots ravaged her, still spreading her wide and popping in and out like he was her new toy. And didn't he blow that thing in her drawer out of the water!
She twisted with a gasp when he dragged her off the crate to press her into the floor instead, and Nami braced herself on shaking arms and knees. Her thighs ached as he tilted her in a way that must have pleased him because he snarled in her ear.
"Fuck!"
Sobbing, Nami scratched the floor. "Use ... use my pussy!"
Somehow, he moved harder, yanking her hips so that her knees left the floor entirely. "Anything! I'll do anything for this cunt! I'll be bad! I'll use it! I'll fucking use it like you're my whore!"
Nami choked, writhing on his cock and knots while Luffy made good his promise. She turned into a puddle, tears streaking her face as her orgasm rushed her like a wave. Luffy's hips slammed harder still, and for an instant, she almost begged for his baby.
Yet as her high swelled and crested, Luffy pulled out to spill on her back. He panted as though he had come out of a battle, and Nami's hips slipped out of his grasp, but he pressed against her side to kiss hotly up and down her throat while she whimpered. When she tugged weakly on his hair, he kissed her, and Nami relaxed with a moan, tongue slipping against his hungry one, earnest to please.
She wanted nothing more than to curl into his arms, but the pantry floor was not comfortable, and they had made a mess besides. Still, she wrapped her arms around him, and Luffy moaned as he pulled her on top of him.
Her lips parted, but he chased her, groaning while she slumped against him.
The kiss only ended when he stopped, but Nami didn't have the strength to complain. She had liked that too — his kisses were warm and insistent, tugging and nibbling her lips in turn. Luffy kissed her throat, and Nami's lips parted in a gasp as he sucked on her skin with wet lips.
"You feel so good, Nami."
She melted more, clutching his shoulders. They — strong and broad and amazing — felt like her only lifeline while he marked her throat.
"I'm not gonna be able to walk for days," she whispered with a shudder.
His chuckle warmed her face more. "So you'll be lying in bed?"
Her eyes widened as he leaned in, lips touching her ear.
"I'll come visit to make sure you get your exercise." Nami burned while he nipped her jawline, going still so she could hear his whispers. "So ... you want me to use your pussy?"
He sounded so curious that she might have thought he was unsure.
She shivered, pressing against his hard body, and her palms pressed on his broad back. "Yes, please."
Nami coiled shaking legs on either side of him. She felt at his cock where she carefully pulled open the knots. His shudder while he came undone in her hands had her smiling. Luffy's eyes drifted shut, face relaxing as if his hard concentration was coming to an end.
But when his eyes opened, Nami's mouth dried. Something still burned inside.
"Use ..." he whispered as if tasting it.
Licking her lips, Nami squeezed him in testing, and he gasped until she slipped the last knot loose. "Like I used your cock and body."
The burn in his gaze smoldered, and Luffy swept in to kiss her. She blinked from its intensity, wondering, but clutching his hair when he pushed her against the crate again. Nami whimpered, and he bent her back over the box. She scratched up his back, flushing, and her legs spread of their own volition. If he could just rise one more—
"It's almost dawn if you're about wrapped up in here. Sanji-kun might see."
Nami's eyes bulged, and she straightened, yanking her tank top down to cover herself. Luffy snickered, waving at Robin's head as it vanished. "Thanks, Robin!"
"Ri — right!" Nami drowned in red. How close it had come to discovery of a type she did not want to risk. She would have to thank Robin later.
Luffy offered her shorts back, that grin taunting while she flushed. Yet when she reached for them, he tugged them out of reach. "You said you couldn't move, right?"
She squeaked as his hands slipped down her thighs. "I — I don't know!"
When he pulled her shorts over her hips, Luffy came up as well to kiss her. Nami squirmed, but burned hotter as he pulled back to whisper to her lips, "So ... you came what? Two times? I came two ... so I still owe you for that Happiness Punch."
Nami cleared her throat, though her face burned when she recalled her conditions. "I could use your cock later for payment. Another deep fuck might be in order."
He smiled, leaning in closer, and her face heated all over again. "It's a promise. I can't promise you won't make me cum again though."
She swallowed dryly, gazing into dark eyes. Those artists could never match the hunger sitting there. "We'll just have to make sure to pay each other back. I mean, I might owe you interest. Then you can use my pussy again."
"Mmn, yeah." His nose tapped hers, and Nami melted. "I'll do whatever you want."