"I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;"
— Jorge Luis Borges, in a deserted streetcorner
Long ago, when she was little, for a brief time, Nami had daydreamed about her wedding.
A splash of water on her face before Bellemere and Nojiko would coat her in sweet smelling things. Incense would fill the air around the tiny altar in the village. After all, where else would it happen? Nami would leave with her faceless, unknown husband to his house. The biggest house, of course. He would take her away from poverty living on the edge of the village. Her family would live with them, and all would be as it should.
The day had come too soon.
And the shrine waited behind them.
Her stomach curdled as he took her hand, turning her to the shrine. Down the stairs held eternity. Nami's bare feet thudded on every step. She couldn't stop though as he held her hand, guiding her onward.
Below was death.
The ceremony would begin in the shrine and end when she came out his wife.
She took another step down the staircase. Smooth sandy-colored stone, polished to a shine. The wide archway beckoned her just as the Lord Conqueror lead her further below. Nami didn't need to glance back to know how far the rest of the city appeared.
Thousands of miles away.
At the entrance, she paused as he tugged her to face him. Above, the street level buzzed away. People peered down from so far that they appeared as dots. But the sun approached to light their dark crevice in the earth.
Nami flushed when his hand touched her back. In silver and blue, she had worn a thin dress — no large skirt, just straight down and covered in swirling embroidery. Lace crowned her head, cascading over her whole body. She blinked through the encrusted veil at the people. In some way, the veil touched upon scandalous somehow under the sun. Here, she didn't wear a fine ball gown. Not for a wedding. Nami wore a girl's dress, unshapely but for her body beneath. She would be a new woman after this day.
The Lord Conqueror wore only loose white trousers and a long white robe embroidered in silver and gold. She wriggled toes on the bare stone below her, pouting at him. He had left his robe hanging open to show his broad, scarred chest, and she kept finding her eyes on him.
She inhaled sharply as he pulled her veil from over her head. It pooled behind her, and Nami's heart throbbed when his arms went around her to unlace the back. She clenched her teeth. Grooms didn't do this. It was the priestesses' duty.
But he was a god.
The dress loosened before it dropped to make a circle around her. He opened her corset and smiled when her bare toes curled. No one above could see her clearly, but she shivered anyway, glancing up, but his hand on her cheek made her look at him instead, and her entire body flared.
She had never been to a formal wedding before.
That had been a little girl's daydream. About silly weddings in a quaint little village. A fantasy where boys were meant for holding hands or bowing her through doors. Dreams didn't last forever though.
Another tug, and her chemise pooled at her feet.
She shivered, but he tilted her head up to kiss her lightly on the lips. The Lord Conqueror parted with a whisper, "I'll bathe you tonight too."
Hand on her bare back, he took her hand and stepped her through the archway, sun blaring overhead as it peeked inside.
In the corners of the shrine, priestesses lit incense that filled the space. Nami licked her lips nervously, glancing at Bellemere and Nojiko with the priestesses who surrounded an enormous stone. As if a giant had dropped it there. Instead of the ornate carvings she had known all her life, Nami found this solemn altar rather bare. No carvings or etchings marred its surface, and she didn't know if that was by design. Had the open elements worn it smooth? How ancient would that make it? It bore the natural formation of an empty bowl shape in the side where blood would collect from a sacrifice before it spilled onto the shrine floor. Before her arrival though, all blood had been washed away.
To sacrifice on a wedding was sacrilege. She almost missed her step up to the dais.
After all, she was the sacrifice today.
When she looked to her mother again, Bellemere smiled so reassuringly that Nami's eyes stung.
But he had come around the dais to gaze at her. Watching. Nami took a deep breath instead and climbed onto the sacrificial altar. She shivered when the first jar of water splashed over her.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back as it washed through her hair and over her back. Her nipples, hard from the cold air, almost burned. His eyes bit into her, but she scowled inwardly, wondering what part of the ceremony had been his idea. All at once, the entire idea had become filthy.
While another priestess poured her jar over her, Nami wondered if she would ever feel clean again. When she peeked her eyes open though, Bellemere beamed, proud in her gown as she clutched a full jar of water. Nojiko fidgeted with hers, but she smiled when she saw Nami's eyes dart to her.
For them, Nami kept her sneer from her face. When she met the Lord Conqueror's eyes, she had to flinch back. He stared so intently.
Her stomach turned as the next splash of water coated her naked body.
Black eyes in hers.
More water. She shivered, taking a moment to sniff out stray drops in her nostrils. Was every priestess in the city here to drench her? Nojiko spilled water over Nami's head next, avoiding her face more than the others had. Nami looked at her, and Nojiko blinked.
Nami swallowed hard.
Stilled her face.
Bellemere poured her jar of water, slower than the priestesses as if she were savoring her part in her daughter's wedding. Nami closed her eyes tightly. Yet when she opened her eyes, he gazed back. Naked before him, and yet his eyes were on hers, drilling.
Jars set aside, the priestesses prepared the drapery while Bellemere on one side and Nojiko on the other rubbed the oils into her arms and shoulders. They worked quickly while Nami fought the urge to squirm before him. Orange and vanilla scents wafted around her, choking. The water had purified her, and the oils would protect her from evil now that she was cleansed.
But what would protect her from the Lord Conqueror?
Nami didn't realize how much her knees hurt until he pulled her to her feet. Her face flared, yet his hands on her shoulders prevented her from crashing into his body.
His forehead pressed against hers, and Nami stilled, chewing her cheek while he smiled at her.
For a moment, she wondered if he would order everyone out. Nami braced herself, but his lips on her forehead still sent a shock through her. Just a chaste press of his lips, but she fidgeted like a man had never kissed her before. She clung to his shoulders as her breath left her, all too aware of her mother and sister watching her reaction.
Above, the cheers echoed into the shrine, and her eyes widened when she remembered them.
Quivering, she pulled back to cover her forehead, but he smiled, so relaxed all at once. As if he had gone through some kind of ordeal. But his eyes were still on hers.
Nami lowered her hand finally when he stepped back, biting her lip when the priestesses unrolled their gigantic bolt of fabric. Plain black, unadorned, the drapery covered her and her family from the priestesses and the Lord Conqueror so they could clothe her.
She licked her lips, shaking when they dried her, not realizing how cold she had been. Face pressed into the provided towel, Nami shuddered, eyes squeezed shut before she worked at her hair. She could do nothing else now.
Running in the middle of the wedding would be even worse than foolish. The only thing changing today was that she'd be married now.
Just that.
Nami helped with her hair, combing out what tangles the water had made. On the other side of the drapery, she heard soft murmuring before she shook herself out of it. She didn't need to worry about his side.
First, she needed to get this gown on. Her white chemise went on before Nojiko helped with her red stockings and garter ribbons. The corset was gold moire silk. Before all of this, she would have wondered what the point of such a pretty corset was. Even though she had already laid with others, she had never dressed up, however the way his eyes had lit up when he saw the fabric had been enough for Camie to override her suggestions.
With the hoop skirt on came the petticoats, frothy in their frills and lace.
Dark red.
The skirt was crimson though, aglow with almost jewel-like embroidery in gold, same as the bodice with its lace night sleeves. As if she would dance at a ball rather than dance into his chambers after the wedding proper. Dancing was for the celebrations tomorrow anyway.
Before that, he would claim her.
When they laid the red lace over her head, Nami stared at the white pearls on the lace's edge.
She blushed.
The Lord Conqueror really was just a dirty old man.
Nami picked at her hair. It was warm enough that her hair would dry quickly at least, but they had nothing to drape in her hair besides the tiara that held the huge veil in place. As such, her hair cascaded down her back in damp curls. When she straightened, behind her, Bellemere and Nojiko took up the huge train.
She tried not to turn back to see it.
How did trains that long exist? Camie had said it was twenty meters, and when Nami glanced over her shoulder, she shuddered. For a moment, it stretched over the shrine floor while they adjusted it to perfection. Blood red like it had absorbed all the sacrifices from the last twenty years of her life.
Was that how much he would drain from her?
At her first step out of the shrine, the priestesses whisked the drapery from over her, and when Nami faced the stairs, the Lord Conqueror waited above.
Her eyes widened, and Nami held her breath, but she had known he might do something like this. Wasn't he just humiliating her by making her come to him as if some kind of beggar? He had already stripped her and watched her cleansing in the sacrificial altar.
What else did he want to do to her?
She looked at her veil where the pearls were before she climbed the stairs.
Oddly, this seemed easier than going down had.
Above, he wouldn't strip her again anyway. Not in front of the crowds. There were children after all. He wouldn't.
Nami swallowed nothing as her last few steps dragged, and the Lord Conqueror took her hand in his through the veil. When he bowed his head, lips pressing through lace on her hand, she heard sighs and cheers from young women, and a wave of rose petals fluttered above as men tossed their baskets.
Her eyes widened, freezing as red filled the skies.
When he tugged on her hand, Nami's foot lurched forward before she could steady her step once more. She thought she could read it on his face now. The Lord Conqueror would eat her alive, bit by bit.
Bite by bite.
As a priestess intoned prayers, she chewed her tongue when he squeezed her hand. Through the lace veil, she considered him before she turned her hand so that her palm turned to his. His brows perked until she dug her nails into his skin, and he smirked.
Wave after wave of blood red rose petals flooded their view, blocked the sky, but they never blocked his visage as the holy writs ended.
It was her turn now.
"I, Nami, offer myself to you, Lord Conqueror, as a wife."
The deafening silence as she spoke gave her pause to lick her lips, but the Lord Conqueror squeezed again, unconcerned with her so-called claws. Her mouth flattened into a thin line.
She took a deep breath and said, "Throughout this life, I promise to bring you joy, cultivating my love and care for you."
As he gazed into her eyes, Nami wondered at the unfairness again. This life would end soon if she wasn't careful.
"I vow that I will put every effort into strengthening it with honesty, patience, and faithfulness." I'm going to kill you. Do you know that? She raised her head, nails in his hand as she squeezed back. His smile never changed though.
"For all the days, months, and years that I live, I vow to spend every day working to be a truer version of myself."
You don't want the truth. You want lies and tall tales.
"May our union be a gift to the world as your love is a gift to me."
Before you take me away from my world, I'll kill you before you can claim your actual sacrifice.
Rose petals covered the ground now, and while they had slowed in the first row of onlookers, in the distance, red sprayed the sky.
"As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep."
This was her life. Why did she need to give it to anyone?
Could he know what she thought as she lied through her teeth to him and her own family? To the country?
Did he know how much it hurt?
"Please, confirm my Sacred Vow."
His grip on her hand — the one with which she tried to gouge holes into his — tightened as he smiled wider. The hush returned to the square around them as petals flew into the air.
"I, Luffy, take you, Nami, as you are and were. As my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love. I will cherish your eternal vows and love you yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever." Her brow furrowed, staring at him. They sounded nothing like the ones grooms usually said, but he was their god.
So why did her skin prickle in worry?
"I give thanks that I have found you." Nami shivered when he tilted her chin up again, saying to her lips through blood red lace, "Behold, you are consecrated to me."
Hours later, Nami could relax in the carriage. In a small way, it had been thrilling to hear the crowd cheer for her, but after so long of just that — she hadn't needed to say a word after, but the head priestess had rambled on so long — Nami just wanted to find a nice cup of tea or even supper in the palace. She knew it sounded spoiled like that, but after they had pampered her so long, she almost expected it now. Late anything seemed nonexistent.
Unless she was late, in which case, she was precisely on time.
But dinner would come when she called. If she wanted dessert for dinner, that would come instead too, but she had only done that once and felt the fool afterward — even if she and Nojiko had fun.
It had almost felt like a normal day.
If they hadn't worn those gowns, or lived in the capital. In the Lord Conqueror's palace.
If she hadn't been his wife.
Nami sat now beside him with Bellemere and Nojiko across, but she couldn't pay much attention to the conversation. The two talked to each other more, and she tried to nod along, but his arm looped around her shoulders. The memory of him lifting the veil to take her lips invaded her thoughts. How an entire city cheered around them.
"We'll have to borrow Nami from you, Lord Conqueror," Bellemere said when the carriage halted in the courtyard. "If you please?"
"Trust us, you'll get her back in an even better state for the night," Nojiko said. Bellemere scowled at her, but Nojiko's smile teased as she took Nami's wrist.
He chuckled, and Bellemere went still as if anything she did might blaspheme while he spoke. "So long as you give her back for tonight. I don't want to miss the ball tomorrow either. We haven't danced since that first time, have we?"
"You've been busy." Nami shivered when he placed a chaste kiss to her cheek, and she crawled into herself and screamed. It just did not seem fair.
His wife. She was his wife.
"I promise to make more time from now on."
In the corner of her eye, Bellemere beamed, hands clasped.
She only deflated when they reached her chambers, sagging into a chair in the foyer. When she opened her eyes, Bellemere and Nojiko peered in on her.
Staring, she shrunk back with an uneasy feeling creeping into her as she smiled. "What — what's that look for?"
Bellemere pressed a hand to her forehead before she sighed, withdrawing to shake her head. "Really, Nami, you've been so red, I keep wondering if you have a fever. I suppose the formal wedding ceremony is a bit much for a bride."
"Told you," Nojiko said, grinning. "I bet Nami's already getting his feathers ruffled."
Sighing harder, Bellemere pressed a hand to her own forehead. "Lord Conqueror, preserve this child."
Nami gaped. "Bellemere! Nojiko!"
"Unless he's ruffled yours a few times too?" Nojiko leaned in, but Bellemere sniffed.
"We shouldn't gossip about the Lord Conqueror's … ways."
Blinking, Nami's jaw dropped before she stood so quickly that they jumped. "That man is ridiculous!"
Bellemere rapped her head. "God!"
"Monster!"
Nami covered her mouth, eyes wide as they stared. Bellemere clenched a fist before she gripped her skirts instead. A bead of sweat slipped down her temple as she trembled.
Nojiko gaped and clutched her hand. "Nami, he's not hurt you, has he?"
Watching Bellemere tremble, she shook her head. "No, no, he's … he hasn't. It's not that."
She sucked her lips in, biting them while she wondered what else she could say to deter the idea that he had raped her. Nami would have broken for him on that kitchen counter before those fangs had revealed themselves. Besides, she had avoided wandering into the bathroom too, only going in when she knew for certain he wasn't inside. She couldn't dream of embarrassing herself again after that, but now they had married. He would expect it now, right? She took firm hold of the giddy sensation forming in her belly.
"He's just not what you think."
Bellemere shook her head finally, relaxing as if something had drained from her. "The Lord Conqueror is our god, king, and savior. He's over a thousand years old at least and has seen the rise and fall of empires. Of course, he's not what anyone thinks. He's more."
"Most of those are his doing!" That much she had surmised from what history books she had dug through.
"He's not for us to judge!"
Nami twitched. "Well, I married him! I'll say what I want about him!"
Her mother, hands on her hips, stood taller. She was a tall woman, so Nami had to crane her neck to look. "I'll thank you not to in front of me."
She flinched as if struck. Nami's eyes widened before she gritted her teeth, fuming. "Then we're not talking."
Nojiko gaped, back straight as she looked back and forth between them. "Now wait a minute here! This isn't a time to fight! Nami just got married. It's supposed to be a happy time."
Her glance toward her had Nami turn her head aside, but she had not planned on talking to them about this now. What would be the point after everything? The deed was done, wasn't it?
Bellemere deflated and said, "You're right, of course …"
"Besides, Queen Nami—" Nami thought about kicking her sister "—we have a little gift prepared for you!"
Pouting, Bellemere looked at the clock on Nami's mantle. "You don't think it's too early?"
"A man's gotta eat!"
The withering glance from Bellemere at Nojiko had Nami blinking before she gaped, eyes widening to plate-size as she leaned away. "Wait a — you didn't!"
Nojiko raised a brow.
"You did! Go throw it out the window! I don't want it!"
"You may have ruffled feathers, but that doesn't mean you can't show you still think of him fondly," Bellemere said as she went to a box that Nami hadn't noticed on the table. She pressed further back into the chair as they placed it in her hands. It looked like the boxes that seamsters gave to her when a new gown was ready.
Nami played with the edge before she glowered at them both. "How hideous is it?"
They both snorted, and Nojiko said, "As if even I'd do that to you on your wedding night! Besides, I'm sure he'll love whatever you wear for him. Or don't wear."
Despite the times she had squirmed under him, a sudden swell of relief washed through her. Even if they had given her a scrap of lace, it was still a form of a barrier between him and his fangs. But he had already promised he would — what had he called it? — feed from her. "That's nice and all, but really, it might just get torn."
"Or torn off," Nojiko said with a hum, grinning when Bellemere sighed at her.
"Lord Conqueror, how did I raise daughters like these? At least, the Lord Conqueror fell in love with one. I can forgive a minor mistake."
Nojiko laughed. "Bellemere!"
But Nami didn't even twitch. She stared at the box, pouting at it before she sighed and lifted the lid. Her lips pursed at the mound of lace inside before she tilted her head as she pulled more and more out. It was almost like the lace veils that she had worn for the wedding, but this shone golden.
She frowned when she found nothing else at the bottom, so she turned to the mass of lace — had a piece been lost inside? But when she tried to fold the veil away in her search, nothing else turned up. Nami stared at the fine lace, slowly burning while Nojiko watched with a smirk and Bellemere dabbed her eyes.
"He'll adore it!"
Nami shoved it into the box. "This isn't clothes! It's not even undergarments!"
"Right, you don't need that!"
Teeth grinding, she glared at Nojiko as she snickered.
Bellemere beamed. "You'll look the perfect wife in that! Modest in a veil, but offering your love!"
She huffed and glanced over her red gown. For a while now, Nami had wondered if it was crimson to hide the blood, but surely brides went to their wedding bed in much less than a ball gown. Nami smoothed her hands over the golden lace with a pout for the both of them.
Somehow, this was their fault, but she knew the lie for what it was. Nami had none to blame but him. Didn't they realize what she was doing for them? She supposed there was no telling them anything though. Never.
So Bellemere thought she would be the good little wife?
Like hell!
The servants had brought dinner to the Lord Conqueror's apartments apparently. Usopp had informed Nami via Bellemere and Nojiko out in the hallway.
After all, Nami had already put on her 'clothes' for her wedding night.
She twitched to hear it, pouting at the closed door. She hoped Usopp felt her glare.
So when she could smell the roasted meats and vegetables on the other side, Nami stared at the door. Behind her, the door to the foyer cracked open, and Bellemere said, "Supper's arrived, Nami. Don't make him wait long."
Nami hated how her stomach growled, far from being in the mood to eat. Skin tightening, she rose, hands over herself as if that would defend her from him. It hadn't worked that night in the bath. The Lord Conqueror would tear through that as easily as he ripped into her throat.
She placed her hand over her neck, biting her lip. The worst part was that he wouldn't kill her in one night. It would be a slow crawl to her deathbed for her. Then, when he was bored, he would break all his vows and lay waste upon her with one swift crunch of fangs.
A shudder ripped through her before she could brace herself and step toward the door separating her from him and the dinner that made her stomach both curdle and rumble.
When she peeked inside, the vast bed waited with its heavy red and black curtains. Several carts waited inside, set like serving tables in a ball. Each had its wares. Deserts and pastries on one tray. Dipping meat and gravies on another. Fruit filled one while they had topped the one next to it with every roasted vegetable she thought she had ever seen. Another was even ready with hot and cold soups, and pitchers of wine condensed on the cart beside it.
And the Lord Conqueror was not there.
Nami glanced about, frowning. She was supposed to eat with him, wasn't she? But did he eat?
The only thing she had ever seen him imbibe was blood. Would he have his meal elsewhere so she could stomach something?
With a frown, she carefully situated her veil about her so she could sit and wait instead. She squeaked when she sank into the bed and gaped at its plush softness. Who could sleep on that!?
Nami huffed and stared ahead at the mounds of food. How could her stomach hunger when he would just take her all over again? Make her think she could die for that touch? She shook her head, clutching naked knees as she shivered and hoped he would hurry already and end this night.
The clock ticked on, and savory scents drifted through her sham of a veil however. Despite a trickle of disgust in her belly, Nami's stomach growled again.
She pouted at the dishes. It was, in fact, somehow their fault.
Nami glanced at the door that must have led to his foyer, but eyed the food once more. With a sigh, she tossed her veil off before she took a bowl of soup to sip it.
Just a bit.
Yet a bit turned into half the bowl, and that became dipping buttered bread inside to soak in the broth. And that was when she dipped into other soups to try them as well, ending her hunger with a lobster bisque that had her scraping the bottom of the bowl with a crumb bread covered in herbs and olive oil. The white bottom soon appeared, and she set the bowl aside with a pout, licking fingertips. Nami glared at her veil before she rolled her eyes.
She hadn't wanted to get it dirty, but what did she really care? Should she even put it back on?
The Lord Conqueror still had not shown his face, and Nami's mind ran with confusion. He had been so focused on the night, whispering filthy plans into her ear that made her toes curl, and now he was what? Late? Could the Lord Conqueror be late to his own wedding night though? She squinted at the door accusingly.
Unless something had happened? Her eyes widened, but she went to the window first to peek around. She didn't step onto the balcony — she was still naked after all — but from what she could see of the palace and its gardens, nothing was amiss. The city slumbered as lights flickered to life.
The same lights that filled the palace even now. She chewed her lip, listening, but nothing seemed wrong.
It was quiet.
Nami grabbed her veil — her only form of protection now — and replaced it upon her head, fixing how it laid completely over her in an enormous circle of golden lace. Head to toe. Had it been cloth, the veil would have blocked all vision — it might even have been all right to walk out in, but since it was lace, it was transparent for any ogling eyes. Instead, she coiled it to her body, arms over her breasts before she went to the door.
On the other side, the Lord Conqueror looked up from his book, smiling when she flashed with heat and color. "All done?"
She glanced at his elbow, but no mug sat there, empty or otherwise.
When he stood, Nami stepped back, but he closed the distance, hands grasping her shoulder and hip. His lips touched hers through the veil as they parted in shock.
"I'm starving."
Instead of curdling, instead of her stomach twisting, her body was wroth with heady sensations as lips teases her through lace. Her legs hit the bed, and she gaped in alarm, gasping when he squeezed her flesh. When had her arms loosened to cling to his shoulders? How had she gotten onto the bed, sinking into its soft mattress while he pressed from above?
Nami thrust her hands to his wide chest, panting. At least, she hadn't torn his vest open this time.
He smiled over her, licking lips as his fangs grew.
"Where's your claws?"
She hissed as he pressed between her thighs, spreading her legs wide on either side of his hips. At his chuckle, Nami drew her hands back. "If you like it now, I won't do it."
"No? That's too bad," he said, lifting the edge of her veil. "Since you were nervous, I was thinking I wouldn't bite you if you made me cum first."
Nami froze before she frowned. "You're lying."
The Lord Conqueror laughed. "I'm actually terrible at lying. Even now."
She sniffed at that, but she chewed her bottom lip until he licked a long fang, and her body — she — Nami burned darker.
"I don't think I'll have any problems with you though."
Nami snorted, turning her head away. "Being under you seems hardly fair if I want to have a chance to escape unharmed. You have to let me take control."
He grinned wider. "Let you?"
She covered her mouth, trying to scowl through a blush at him, but his laugh told her that she hadn't succeeded. "Do you want to lose or not, Lord Conqueror?"
With a chuckle, he flipped them both in the huge puddle of blankets and duvets, and she blinked from his lap, gaping before she swallowed a squeak. For some reason she couldn't explain, Nami was abruptly quite aware of the muscles of his thighs and hips. Flat as they were, they were hard, making her soft, pliant thighs conform around him. Just as she would conform around him when he was—
She snorted, adjusting her veil so it took him inside as well. When he relaxed into the bedding, Nami smiled before she gave his vest a hard yank, ripping through cloth and buttons until she had him laid open under her, trousers finding a similar fate to reveal a growing cock.
He snickered. "Are you trying to be forceful?"
'Trying'? When her eyes narrowed at him, the Lord Conqueror licked his fangs again, and her hands froze halfway to his cock.
Nami coiled fingers more tenderly around his shaft than she had first thought, frowning when his tongue — stuck out at her!? Scoffing, Nami bowed her head to swallow him whole. His grunt satisfied her as she bobbed, moaning when he grew inside. Her tongue laved circles around his glans, savoring the salt and bitter tang of his flesh. When he sighed, arching, she fought her smile.
Men were easy.
And yet, sucking and slurping, her head craning this and that way, a faint prod in the back of her mind whispered.
What is taking so long?
She peeked at him, head tilted to watch how he gazed back. Moans left his lips, and his dark eyes glittered from under lowered lids, heady in lust while his hips rolled to her mouth. Her throat dried, and she sat upright.
"Were you trying to cheat?" He whispered, drawing her onto his lap, and his glistening cock pressed against her folds.
Nami bit her tongue to stop the hiss as he rubbed his cockhead along her labia, the tip teasing her entrance before spreading hot juices over her clitoris. She whimpered before she could cover her mouth, burning hotter when he smiled.
"You forget. I don't want to lose." The tug on her hips had her speared on his cock. Nami's body jerked as she moaned, thighs shaking before she squeezed around his hips. "It was a good idea though. You'll have a better chance now, right?" His tongue laved over his lips, leaving Nami to tremble over him as he laced his fingers behind his head.
Men were assholes.
Moaning, shaking, she dared to lift her hips before she just slammed down with a whine. He filled her so easily, but she wanted — needed — to make him fill her with his seed! Just because she didn't want to lose! Make him cum, and he wouldn't bite her. Make him cum so long and hard inside that it made a puddle on his lap …
Nami flushed from the thought, panting as she made her hips work. She had to make him lose — not just to feel the addictive sensation of slippery cock juices to stain her pussy! But she couldn't remember being this full before — was she fuller?
Was he larger?
Nami's eyes rolled as if searching for a reason or culprit, but her only answer was herself. Flushed with pounding hips on his lap. Except his smug, confident smile had her hips working harder. He liked it? He was this thick, and he wasn't even close to cumming for her!
Nails dragging across his chest, Nami squeaked when he arched his hips. Cheating!
"Don't move!"
His black eyes glittered, and Nami wanted to fume, except her next sound was a grunting hiss through clenched teeth. Her toes curled into the blankets. She dug her nails in his chest, and he rested his hands on her hips.
"Are you going to cum soon?"
Her body jerked, and Nami panted over him. She needed to slow down, she realized. If she couldn't stop bouncing on his lap like this, she really would lose! He could have his meal, and her slow descent into 'just another wife of the Lord Conqueror' would begin in actuality. When he licked his lips, Nami shoved her hand over his face while he laughed.
"Don't do that! It's cheating!"
The Lord Conqueror grasped her wrist to tug it away with that permanent grin. "Then I'll lick your lips."
He tugged her forward, lips on hers as her hips couldn't — wouldn't stop. She tightened, and his fingers clutched through her hair, the tiara holding her veil coming loose before he growled to her with her tongue in his teeth. Nami scratched at his chest again, quivering while her body moved on its own. She drooled, and he grinned, finally releasing her tongue with a moan.
Her lips cracked open. "Not … fair …"
"No?" The Lord Conqueror grasped her hips, and she shuddered, readying herself for his hands to thrust her faster, but he pulled her off instead. With a gasp, she tried to press back down, her soaked pussy touching his cock before he just laughed. Caught her. "Why don't you give in?"
Nami pulled her lips away, covering her mouth. Glowering, she said, "Like hell, I will!"
"I didn't think so," he whispered before he turned her around on his lap. Nami peeked back at him, confusion and want coursing through her. He had stopped her just before she could cum!
She wouldn't thank him, but he might have saved her from his bite.
"Why don't you try like this?" When he pulled her back against his lap, his cockhead prodding at her entrance once more, Nami bit her lip, peering over her shoulder. It seemed a strange position. Sitting on his lap again, but facing away? The Lord Conqueror pressed her hips down, his cock delving inside, and she hissed. "You won't have to see my face this way, right?"
I didn't ask for help! Just because he thinks he has a talented — Nami slammed her hips down only to choke on a moan.
The angle was different. It was worse. She tensed with a whimper. Somehow, the pleasure piqued inside with each thrust and seemed to double in its intensity. It was impossible to stop now!
As she rocked faster, panting, her body rolled to thrust so his underbelly ground a mess against her sensitive front wall, the Lord Conqueror sat upright to wrap his arms around her. Squeaking, her head flopped back against his shoulder, and she gritted her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, his own rolled back in what seemed to be a reaction other than that damned smile. Nami held onto his sides behind her, but it only gave her better leverage to impale herself.
He cupped her breasts, and her nipples hardened from the slow glide of his palm and fingers on her flesh. But he never touched them. Just promised, but that was enough. In moments, shaking, chest heaving, Nami grated her nails into his skin before she lost to a chaste kiss on her throat, throbbing around him with an arched back and shuddering cry.
His tongue laved across her jaw before he hummed. "Already?"
"Cheated," she said, her breath puffing as her hips tried to slow. Yet even now her body couldn't quite stop rocking for more. He was still hard, and she could still keep going. "You cheated!"
"How? I didn't say I couldn't do anything. I barely touched you anyway." Now, his fingers stroked between wide thighs, her clitoris aching when he caressed her. She whimpered when he pinched tenderly. "Do you want to try again?"
Nami deflated back into his chest and covered her face with a gasp. He still stroked her, cock rocking into her when her hips tried to stop which urged them on once again.
It was over before it had begun of course.
When he leaned her over into the bed, lips pressing over her neck, Nami thought about trying to crawl away, but the idea was followed with the knowledge that he would drag her right back under him. And her toes curled. She hissed when the Lord Conqueror grasped her hips to pull just so, reigniting her senses all over again.
She pressed back, and her throat released a treasonous sob as she constricted around him.
He kissed the back of her shoulders and whispered, "No? Are you mine again finally?"
Nami blinked, but she burned when he arched, his hips slapping against hers. She twisted underneath his hard body, writhing as his grip tightened. His lips wrapped around her throat, and Nami whimpered before she shoved her hand under. A last futile attempt to stop his fangs even while her muscles melted in ecstasy.
The Lord Conqueror chuckled as he quickened, his hand sliding to her stomach to support her while she writhed. "You said you were experienced."
She tried to huff, but it became a moan. "Shut up!"
"You're still cute," he whispered.
Nami tried to scowl, but she wasn't sure that he saw it — especially since she moaned into the blankets with a shudder.
Unable to reach for him any longer, Nami scratched at the blankets instead, trying to find the monotony, but every stroke felt as good as the last, a slow buildup growing inside once again.
His lips graced her neck again.
With a twitch, her hand flew to her throat. She whimpered, clenching around him only to gasp as he pulled out. Unable to resist, Nami could only cling to her neck before the Lord Conqueror flipped her onto her back.
The Lord Conqueror's fangs flashed when he loomed over her, but his eyes trailed over her, no smile.
"You know I won."
I'm going to kill you, she thought. I won't let you kill me.
Nami took a deep breath before she dragged her hand away, her eyes searching for the window instead. As she closed her eyes though, heart pounding, his hand slipped around her neck. Her eyes flew open, but when she looked at him, he smiled. His hand did not squeeze.
"Lord Co …" She licked her lips nervously, her mind turning back to that night in the bath when he told her to cry his name. Her eyes darted down. Nami tried again. "What are you doing?"
"I'll bite when I'm done, so I'll keep your tasty neck covered until then." Her eyes widened, flushing when he cocked his head to the side. "Spread."
Her knees twitched open, shivering before she could stop herself as she recalled the resolve she had only hours before. She couldn't be his good, little wife. But she didn't really feel like one at the moment. Now. Now she felt as if she were his meal — the full course he had been wanting to devour for years.
Yet, was now the time to fight it? Nami held her breath, eyes averting since she couldn't turn her head. His grip constricted nothing, but the powerful fingers around her throat gave her pause. Her breath quickened as his cock pressed to her entrance when she finally relented. Nami tried to peek, panting as he glided back inside. Hips tensed as he teased her, thrusting only his tip as he chuckled above her.
Nami clenched her teeth, shuddering as she clutched his wrist. He didn't lean his weight down on her throat, but for an instant, her heart pounded faster when he leaned over to thrust deeper, and his other hand rested by her head. She flushed at the sight of him, his hand tensing just so.
The Lord Conqueror lifted a brow. "Do you like that?"
Whimpering, she gasped as a finger twitched on her throat, and her body betrayed her. She squeezed him.
Her lips parted, crying out as her pussy throbbed around his cock.
"How interesting," he whispered before he arched to thrust deeper with a grunt.
He still did not constrict. Did not choke. But her body. Her traitorous pussy! Nami cried out as he quickened, his thumb stroking up and down her neck while she tightened, her pussy aching.
In a flash of horror, Nami could sense it now. The danger.
The Lord Conqueror would kill her eventually. He would claim her neck and suck her blood dry. And his hand would close around her throat to—
"Fuck, you're so tight."
Nami sobbed as he rolled his hips, his tongue laving over his lips before he crouched closer. Unbidden, her legs coiled around his waist to tug him harder against her, so he chuckled to her lips before his tongue ran a long, slow circle around her parted lips. She ached all over again.
She couldn't be a good, little wife. A pincushion seemed more suitable.
Blood roaring inside, Nami squirmed while his hips pressed her deeper into the mattress, losing herself inside. Surrounded by him.
His grip flexed for a tiny moment.
Nami saw white.
Dimly, she could remember — while she writhed and bucked for a cock that pinned her even while it flooded her — that he would drink from her after. He was going to drain her after she drained him. And for a moment longer, Nami sobbed, betrayed by a body that loved the thought of it.
"That was new. You felt amazing though," he whispered to her neck, panting. She tried to blink, to become more aware, but her limbs were leaden and gelatin at the same time.
Nami shivered from the first prick of his fangs on her throat. As they sank inside, the pain dissolved somehow, his fangs a part of her in ways she could not have believed.
Burning, ashamed, whimpering, she tightened around his cock, and he moaned, hardening inside.
Her lashes fluttered, body heavy as he sucked and thrust anew once more. When she croaked, his hips rocked, delving deeper, and she realized he had folded her in half, knees over his shoulders so he could tap her deepest reaches. His hips slammed down next, and Nami tried to arch, gasping as his fangs dug deeper as well. And her body, hot and flush with desire, constricted on him, pulsing around him.
He tugged on her hips, and Nami dissolved with him, tears streaming as she sighed. For an instant, a heady, drowsy sensation passed through her as her orgasm struck, and she relaxed while her pussy dragged every last drop from him, as ravenous as him.
"Luffy …"
When she opened her eyes, Nami shivered as his tongue slicked over her throat, his coppery breath mixed with his spicy scent.
"Just a little tonight."
Dazed, Nami blinked up at the curtains of the bed, confused before she whimpered when she remembered. When she tried to push herself up though, he gently pressed her back.
"Stay there. I'll get you a snack."
"Shouldn't eat … in bed," she said, recalling what Bellemere had always told her.
"I do," he said with a chuckle, and her cheeks lit. Of course.
She reached for her throat, brow furrowing when she felt unbroken skin. Blinking, she searched him out, only to find him returning with a heap of pastries on a plate. Nami stared. "What …?"
"You can sleep, but get a little strength back first." The Lord Conqueror smoothed hair from her face before he pressed a doughnut to pouting lips. "Bite."
She snatched it away, darkening, yet that cleared her head a bit as blood returned to her head. "I can feed myself."
His pout told her that he wanted to feed her, but he sat beside her prone body, stroking her hair. Nami paused, the sweet at her lips as she watched him, before she looked away and nibbled at the doughnut. She had eaten before this anyway. Why would she need to eat more if she wasn't hungry?
Nami licked her fingers clean only to frown. The doughnut was gone.
"Another? Or would you like juice?"
She blinked, staring. "Juice?" Not wine? Nami glanced at the tray where dark and semi-clear liquids still waited.
When he poured her a glass, she propped herself on her elbows rather than sit upright, bewildered as he tossed his torn vest and shirt aside. As he sat beside her again, he cupped her back, murmuring, "Here, sit up. Slowly."
And that's how Nami found herself propped in his lap, back against his chest with a glass of juice in her hands. His hands smoothed over her thighs as she sipped it, darkening when he kissed her shoulder. He had even pulled the tray of sweets and meat closer so he could offer her bites.
How had she become so hungry? A few rounds on his lap would normally have just made her tired. Now, she nibbled on a tart, squinting at him as best she could.
He only grinned. "You should have heartier meals before I feed from you."
She sniffed, wanting to say that he shouldn't feed from her at all, but her body pulsed in betrayal.
The Lord Conqueror stabbed something with a fork, and when she turned to see, she gaped at the sausage offered to her. "Here, tear into this. You seemed to enjoy teasing me."
Nami snatched the fork away, scowling — not pouting! — before she sank her teeth into it with a growl.
Luffy continued to laugh.