One Piece
Revive Me, Relieve Me
Theme: #43 - Dying
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Nami
Rating: MATURE (sexual content and adult language)
Timeline: Post Time Skip
All that fighting, all that saving.
All of those rescues, when she was hurt, captured, or at risk of dying.
All that respect he had for her, and the time it took to muster it.
Gone.
He watched as the boulder-of-a-man slammed down upon Nami the Navigator from behind, the most cowardly way for which an enemy could fight. From Zoro's stance amidst the sea of pirate foes - striking down any and all who did not sail under the flag of Mugiwara - he had simply turned his body in the motion of one of his attacks. Only, it stopped halfway and he stilled: he witnessed the horrified expression on her face, the inability to protect herself that shone in her large brown eyes before she disappeared under the belly of the large man.
All that training she had done.
'No.'
All of the knowledge she had and how she used it to fight.
'Not happening…!'
All of it useless once she had been beaten into the ground.
'NAMI!'
The earth bellowed beneath the giant, defining his weight with a crater as wide as his girth. Dust formed and shot forth like a geyser as if begging to spring free. Nothing seemed to move in that ti-
Kitetsu the Third rose and deflected a surprise attack from Zoro's right. It seemed the cursed blade was reminding him of the war that was raging, that he and his crew were facing. Their opponents on the autumn island's shore had attacked them after announcing themselves as supporters in Blackbeard's purpose on the high seas. If they hadn't insulted the monkey of a captain or his deceased brother, only the Monster Trio would have had to fight. But the indignation had been made, and all of the nakama demanded a share of the frenzy. After all, what had the two years apart been worth?
On the rundown shore, the Mugiwara were scattered. However, Roronoa could hear Luffy's screaming accompanied by foreign words and the sound of firing rockets, indicating his crew were attaining victory in their fights and managing survival.
All except for Nami.
'That's what makes you so stupid.'
How his heart raced. Thumping, pounding, bursting in his chest, though the rest of him had stilled momentarily. What was he doing? Why was he just standing in place? Why wasn't Roronoa Zoro jumping into action!?
'I came out here because I knew I couldn't leave it to you!'
He violently shook his head, then took a step forward. Seething, he took another. In moments he was racing toward the crater-maker, the earth-breaker, the nakama-taker.
'That's right, I'm going straight to hell.'
"NA-MI!" Zoro screamed over the sounds of battle, yet it fell deaf upon the fray. Eyes fixated with pupils as sharp as his swords, he watched the gigantic, nameless man wobble and roll about, trying to find his footing in order to stand again. The swordsman wasn't a dishonorable man; he would teach the giant how he was to kill an enemy with dignity by taking his life without touching his backside.
He saw red, with orange tendrils twisted in; why did it feel as though he could not run as fast as he wanted!? Pirates jumped in his way, and he slashed them down while wearing the demon eyes he'd been legendary for. He ran through the blood, taking it on his person as fuel to force his feet to move faster. Fire to only enrage him further.
When the giant didn't turn, Zoro taunted him. "OI!" he screamed at the man just as he slid between his heavy feet. Of course he wasn't heard, so he merely found his footing and sprang forth. "Santoryu Ogi: Rokudo no Tsuji!" declared Roronoa, before he contorted his body into the shape of an 's'. The usage of the move held much symbolism that did not go unnoticed to the swordsman; he just wanted to use the most striking attack!
Slicing swings from the gut to the chest, the giant was unprepared; Zoro watched with wrathful eyes as the man tumbled backwards, back into the crater he had forced Nami…! 'Fuck!' He hadn't retrieved her body! How could he be so stupid!?
The fat bastard was now laying on her body! If he had to, the swordsman very well intended to pierce the giant's belly with his blades and throw his humongous body onto the rest of his crew! Crush them all at once-
"ZORO! Move, NOW!"
"Wha-"
"THUNDERBOLT TEMPO!"
On instinct, he obeyed and dodged to his left. Before Zoro's anger could dissipate, a series of lightning strikes rained down upon not only the giant, but a great deal of the Mugiwara's enemies in the surrounding area. In fact, it had to be the greatest fury of lightning he had ever witnessed. So much so, that he felt a twinge when it struck the ground, reminding him of the pain he endured in Skypiea. If that bastard felt a fraction of that, then justice had barely been served to him.
Another enemy came to his side, and he struck it down without placing an attack in mind. He watched the man fall to the ground in the eerie illumination of the lighting...when suddenly he spotted her. Orange tendrils, 's' shaped tattoo with her signature fruit, those brown eyes that shined with mischief and pride at the destruction she had caused…
"You're alive!?" He called, trying to sound as normal as can be. But in his heart, he knew he was anything but. Since when did Roronoa Zoro feel rattled on the battlefield? When did he lose focus amidst a fight? He had never seen a loved one die before, but she hadn't died! He thought she had, but-
Nami blinked at him curiously, confused, before she frowned that frown that gave him joy for the first time in the three years he'd known her. To add effect to the words she was surely about to attack him with, the Clima Tact spun in her fingers until it was reassembled into its main form. Then, she spurned him, "Of course I am! Don't be a jerk! I don't need anyone to protect me anymore, not even you!"
Dammit...
She was alive?
...The fucking, foreign relief he felt.
Nami hissed as she moved to sit on her bed that night, trying to find some comfort for her sore bottom after sitting at the vanity for far too long. The injuries on her body weren't severe, just incredibly unattractive. 'Back to pants and shirts again.' She thought with a sigh after fixing her magenta baby doll upon her thighs, trying to hide where a flying stone had tried to snag her.
What a horrible fight it had been. She regretted nothing by joining in, but the aftermath totalled sixteen cuts, scrapes and gashes - according to Doctor Chopper - all over her once perfect skin. Nami wasn't vain enough to consider her bikini tops more important than her nakama, let alone her captain; she wore such little clothing now to show that she was no longer so delicate, that she did not need to hide behind layers. To cover her body so much after two years of training felt more humiliating than when people questioned her decency over wearing so little. That thought caused her to smile, let a small laugh go, and eased her troubled mind just a tad.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
'Robin?' Nami thought immediately, seeing as how the woman was her roommate, 'Why would she knock before coming in?'
Curious as the cat she was known to be, Nami lifted herself from the bottom of the mattress and already held her hand raised to twist the door knob. But no, she need not move.
Before she could so much as take a step, the door to the Women's Quarters opened, and in walked Roronoa Zoro.
"Zoro?" His name left her mouth before Nami could comprehend a single thing. The navigator surveyed the swordsman, first mate, as he closed the door behind him, then took a gander of the space. That's right, it surely had to be his first time in her room...but why had he chosen now to visit?
Nami watched Zoro sneer at the vanity she oh so adored before looking over her treasure chest, the beds, and then her. He seemed fixated, which made Nami feel as if she was under scrutiny. Unnerved in her own room, she had half a mind to force him to leave! But...damn her curious nature, she was dying to know what had brought him here tonight, of all nights.
She decided to offer him another chance to speak, "Is something wrong?"
"Ah, no," he answered calmly before walking more into the room. Like the man he was known to be, Zoro always managed to enter a space as if he had no concern with where he was. He possessed a type of energy that allowed him to not necessarily fit into every environment, but never lose his standing in it. Even while residing in a room with a tea set, "How are your injuries?"
For some reason, his straight-to-the-point attitude caught her off guard tonight. Nami blinked, before laughing away the slight irritation she felt; once upon a time, she might have attacked him for showing such uncharacteristic concern. "Oh, I'm fine," she promised with a wave, "I didn't even need stitches! I got off better than some of you guys…"
Zoro clearly took note of the hint of compassion in her voice, for it looked both unexpected and appreciated; he shrugged, "We've had worse. Your clone Nami was the most damaged one."
"It's not a clone," she couldn't help it; how many times had she fought alongside him, and that was what he was calling it!? "It's a mirage."
Ooh, he dared to roll his eye!? Possibly both of them, depending on what was behind that scar! How insensitive. She leaned in to talk his ear off, only she noticed something that she hadn't ever thought to have paid attention to before in the three years she'd known him: he was simply standing before her, swords on his hip, arms... uncrossed. It would irritate him to think it, so she kept it to herself; he wasn't creating an aura, displaying body language that would discourage interaction between them-
"Well your mirage was beaten into the ground by that bastard's stomach. I thought it was you…"
"Ah, did you?" Surprised but proud, Nami took a testing step forward, "Is that why you came to attack him? I told you Zoro, I can protect myself now. I won't need your piggy back rides anymore." Even at twenty-one, she was giggling.
He was not. A pause dawdled between them because he refused to fill the silence. What was wrong with him? Was something weighing on him after the fight? Maybe he was upset over Luffy, and how their enemies had insulted him so, by bringing up Ace the way they had. Sure, they had beaten them just as they had any other crew, but Zoro seemed so stiff...even for him! Somehow, she doubted the bond the two had as the first two recruited Mugiwara trumped his bond with the other men in the crew. Nevertheless, he was here, wasn't he? She could try to empathize, "Oh, thanks for distracting that giant for me while I charged my thunderbolt."
Still, he refused to speak.
"Because of how long I had to charge, I managed to get rid of a lot of them."
Not one word.
"...Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened-"
A hand clapped down on her shoulder. Without flinching, without a peep, Nami casted her gaze to the large hand that held her in place, tan contrasting ivory. Then she looked back to him. A frown now dressed his features, his one good eye dancing around her face. Why was he spending so much of his time studying her tonight? He was behaving too seriously, even for him. Coming to her room, asking about her injuries, so many actions that didn't suit the Roronoa Zoro that...she…
Wait a minute.
Immediately, she surveyed him again. The tense lines in his agile body indicated a disaster lurking inside, one rooted in his heart...the types of demons Roronoa Zoro knew very little in vanquishing. Did she know his past? No, of course not. He was a private man...so why was it he was barely able to conceal himself before her in this moment? He had to have tipped her off, and she had accidentally passed it by...
After a swift replay of the last few minutes in her mind, the realization slapped her in the face harder than any of her sixteen injuries.
In an instant, Nami twitched, "You thought I was killed by that giant?"
"Your clone looked exactly like you." Oh how that frowned deepened into a menacing scowl.
She twitched again, and rattled under his grip, "You really thought that I was dead!?" - She'd teach him her attack vocabulary again some other time - "That I was beaten by that giant!? I know how to fight too Zoro! I can handle myself now-"
Zoro's grip tightened and forced her into silence. In case it hadn't, the boom of his voice bouncing off of her bedroom walls surely did, "That doesn't matter. He attacked you from behind."
She had clearly hit a nerve with her words, as she couldn't always bait Zoro for this type of reaction on a good day. She trusted him, so she didn't fear his grip, nor his voice. No, Nami was dying to find out what was lurking inside him...even if a part of her knew she would be treading on dangerous waters.
"There was no way I was going to DIE from such a stupid attack strat-"
"You can't guarantee that."
"Oh but you can? Just because I haven't been fighting as hard as you, or for how long, doesn't mean I can't protect myself! That's what the mirage was for-"
"The one he beat into the ground?"
"YES! So that if he tried that, it WASN'T me who he killed-!" The grip on her shoulder was used against her; Nami tensed when she felt him tug, but could not have prepared herself for what happened next.
Zoro kissed her. Hard, quick, with the type of force one would expect from him.
Nami felt smothered, but...something in him - perhaps what she had been sensing all along - felt desperate. It felt as though he needed her to anchor him and prove that she was there. Though skilled in swords, he was a horrible kisser; he simply delivered his passion upon her like a long-lasting strike he'd force on an enemy. However, she wasn't his enemy. Right now, she was his greatest ally.
Carefully, she ripped his hand away from her shoulder and tossed it down. In that single moment, she felt him retract in fear of her - imagine that! - but she dare not allow him to. Instead, Nami lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders. She smirked at him and watched him experience a wider range of emotions many might not think he even possessed. "Like this," she instructed with a coyness in her voice that made him growl defiantly.
Then they were kissing again. She went up on her tip toes, and he captured her tiny waist in his arms. It took a great deal of tries but with the teasing of her tongue, the navigator guided the swordsman into opening his mouth in order to make the kisses smoother, last longer, offer more to them both. He cursed into her lips but she cared not for the reason; whether he was nervous and regretful over his rash act or if he was sincerely enjoying the consequences, she'd make sure he had the chance to feel what it felt like to be slayed by her.
"Zoro," she murmured and felt how it set him off immediately, to hear her say his name in such a secret, sexy way. He was compressing her again, locking her against his body...she didn't need it, but she felt so protected in his arms. He was desperate to hold her, to guarantee that her mirage had died in battle, and not her…
Nami felt a flicker in her heart that she had fought with, thought she had diminished long ago. Her feelings towards Zoro had always been different from the rest of her nakama, and she had decided so early on that they weren't worth defining. But when he came to her with this need of security, vulnerability, held her like this, and kissed her as if he had never kissed another human being, saving this intimacy all of his life just for her…
"Take me," she ordered it with the type of fearlessness associated with her character. Zoro ignored her and continued to taste the woman of mikans in his arms, something one might expect of him. It was as if he hadn't heard her offer ever so kindly for him to find release, feel relief from his all-consuming feelings. Instead, he plundered her with his tongue, meeting hers and instigating a fight Nami was quite ready to partake in. Though his blatant avoidance of her sexual invitation irked her greatly, she couldn't deny how his rigid body felt against the flush of her next-to-naked skin.
She moaned to entice him, make him think she was begging, in need of him, when Nami was very well aware that there was no way in any of the seven depths of hell that she wasn't having her way with him tonight-
A screech ripped itself from her lips as Nami flew through the air, only to end up on her side atop of her bouncy, fluffy bed. The sudden impact was noticed by the wounds on her bottom - the very same bottom that was surely flashing the swordsman with her matching bikini panties - which enraged the aroused woman, egging on the intensity of any and all emotions that she was feeling.
"Zoro, you ass! H-" Her voice died as the night became all too real: Roronoa Zoro was stripping away the red tie that held up his swords. The very weapons that sat at his side day and night were being taken off so that they could—
"Shut up," he barked as he expertly removed his weapons of choice and placed them down on the ground on the far side of her bed. Then, his one eye carried the intensity of the demon she had heard of all those years ago as he pinned her to the bed with his gaze.
Oh, he had to rid himself of his weaponry before he could splendor in her. Smirking, Nami felt such feminine pride to know that her desperate-sounding command must have gotten under his skin far more than he let on. She decided to reward him then; winking, Nami called to him with the motion of one finger. "Oh I bet," she snickered like a woman enamored, "we can be pretty loud if we want to be."
Zoro frowned so deeply, she couldn't help but giggle at his expense! Really, he looked so miserable as he stomped toward her like an impudent—
"OW!" Nami screamed after he delivered a sudden blow to her sore, tender bottom. He moved to climb on top of her as she seethed; whether she could get kinky with pain or not, that was not the kind of loud she necessarily wanted to be tonight. She would have scolded him if he hadn't immediately begun to massage her poor arse...like he knew what he was doing. With the rough skin of his hand felt either over her panties or on her flesh itself, the size of it, how he more so clenched her shapely behind and held on after each stroke, really was what revved her up once again.
Especially if his hand was half as masterful as the rest of his body.
Zoro's apology massage ended as quickly as it began before he tore her hip down to the mattress, laying her out flat on her back. Nami found herself squeaking again; she was being tossed around by this brute tonight...but damn her if she wasn't enjoying every single thing he was doing to manhandle her. After all, if Nami was to be dominated, it had to be by a man as domineering as a seriously aroused Roronoa Zoro. She couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation of all that his built body could do to hers.
Her hips lifted to meet his before he could straddle and lock her down. "Is all this manhandling of yours just your way of making sure I'm alive and kicking? Because it sure isn't romantic."
His lips found hers again, and he assaulted her with his kiss. Nami knew she hit him where it hurt to say such a thing, but she couldn't resist the spirited remark when she knew he would possess her with such a kiss as the one he had given her. Threading her fingers into his hair, she held him down as he had her, forcing him to plunder her mouth once again. His hands braced his body on either side of her shoulders just before the passion was reignited in his blood.
When she moaned into his mouth, it shattered whatever control Zoro had started to regain over himself after their last kiss broke; he moved those hands of his that had yet to do unspeakable things to her and grabbed at her baby doll. After a few grunts and jerking motions, he ripped the dainty dress right down the middle. Once the fabric tore, he then ripped his lips away and observed his handy work. The lucky redhead just panted as the arousal building inside began to make her vision swirl.
Nami saw such a wild expression that she had never seen on him before, even if she could see that he was also observing her injuries from earlier instead of solely admiring her luscious body. His concern irritated her; they should be driving each other wild into the early hours of the morning, not fussing over scrapes and bruises! She needed to snap him out of this doting persona that was not as sexy as his previous brutish ways! So, she simply pointed to his infamous green coat and commanded, "Off."
His face twitched as if he meant to scowl, but she was lucky enough to witness a smirk on his face before he tore back his coat and tossed it who-knew-where. How her dizzied eyes then began to dance around his build, his tanned skin marred by wounds that she suddenly, surprisingly found herself urged to kiss and taste. There were a few scratches and scars that dug deep into his skin, making it seem so...troubling, almost like a storm against her flesh, which looked like an awaiting beach's shore beneath him.
She would gladly be his oasis if he would cover her body with his again.
But his hands seemed to be much more aroused than any other part of him! He was tugging on her panties just out of the blue, fighting them off of her hips and sliding them down her long legs. She immediately caught wind of her spicy scent and wondered if he could too from his perch above her.
"No," Nami chided as he got her bikini-like panties down to her ankles. Zoro looked as though he was about to throttle her, which was merely proof that this was her own personal Zoro who had come here to sleep with her tonight, not that she had any doubt, "You need to show me what you'll be using to...revive me. I want to see everything, Zoro."
And with that, Roronoa Zoro was finally in the mood to subdue her; the look on his face alone was breathtaking when her words reached him. Oh, he wanted this just as much as she needed it. Let him strip for her; haramaki; pants; boots; boxers. From his new-Zoro clothes to his old ones he wore underneath, she wanted nothing but the man and his righteous body. The added bonus of him obeying her order for him to dispose of everything between them for her was merely another wave of goose bumps rushing over her body, head to toe.
Roronoa Zoro was naked in front of her, and it was absolutely a delicious sight. He clearly felt no shame in his body, which was a trait they both shared. But unlike any other naked sight of his godlike body was nothing like this: she could see every muscle in his back, toned and tight with his body posed before her. His arms looks absolutely rigid yet she couldn't wait to be wrapped up, consumed by them embracing her. And those legs of his! Perhaps he had been so fascinated with her ass because of how much obvious dedication he put into keeping his so… Damn this man's body, making her want to bite and dig her nails into things she'd never thought of before, and for wanting to do so immediately, desperately.
When he faced her, just before he pounced again, she managed to catch a glimpse of his semi-erect shaft...and knew right away that her pleasure was a guarantee tonight.
With one knee on the bed, he towered over her with that menacing gaze of his that sent all but those who knew him fleeing. But, in this darkest hour, Nami felt something similar to fear, merely in the sense that she couldn't seem stop panting, twitching, channeling some hidden desire that was begging for him to do something so she could experience this fate he clearly had in mind for her—
"Off." Demanded Roronoa Zoro, motioning his head towards her barely covered body. He was repeating her; was he perhaps aware of the sheer desire she was experiencing, and was waiting for a chance to feel it himself? Her feline side feeling pampered by the thought alone, Nami rose from the bed – her eye line directly before his hips, his uniquely coloured happy trail – and slowly slipped off the shredded remains of her nightly garb. And as she dropped it to the floor without concern, her gaze rose to his so that she could watch with such satisfaction as he finally began to appreciate her body in the feral sense she had always hoped for.
Being as playful as she was, Nami slowly lowered herself back onto the bed… but not without grabbing at his wrists and taking him down with her. She giggled as the trained swordsman fumbled and used his arms to support himself on the mattress in the most adorable and haphazard way. He scowled at her...and it felt as if they had gone back in time to the very beginning of their relationship, when she was a constant troublemaker and he suffered for her enjoyment. He had been ever faithful as her subject of torture over the years, so perhaps she could allow him some pleasure tonight, even if it was only once in their lifetime…
"Zoro, I asked you to take me," whispered Nami as she wasted not another moment and suddenly sucked on his neck, feeling his growl resonate in her ear, "If you do, I bet I'll really feel alive."
"Witch." How long had it been since he had called her that? Oh, how she absolutely loved it.
Smirking again, she nibbled on his flesh in between her words, "If I am a witch, then let me enchant you. Let me show you how to make someone feel more alive than they have ever felt in their entire life."
"No." Was how he replied. A rejection? So late into their night? The only clothing between their warm bodies was her tattered baby doll, he was almost physically ready to ram her into her bed, and he decided to deny her now? And people dared to call her a tease!
Her mouth opened to shout out a retort, but the wind was yanked from her body when she felt the new, exciting, completely engrossing feeling of two fingers stroking down her clit. A shudder – that anticipation rattling her, even when he was beginning to give it to her – was impossible to ignore as her eyes met his. While her chocolate orbs were wide with so many emotions, his one steely eye shone with such dirty fulfillment, to have subdued the witch in one of her haughty strides.
Then, his fingers began to move with a certain stride of their own. Slowly at first, but no matter the speed, the thickness of them was nothing compared to what she her small hands had ever given her. She didn't know if she could ever go back now! The rough skin of his tips gave a certain texture she quickly found irresistible, stabilizing of her pleasure while disarming of any sort of control she might have inside. Nami brought her hips up to join him in this motion, this rhythm, only to have his free hand hold down her hip.
Oh, so he was going to control her, was he? Did he think he could dominate a witch such as she with some simple strokes? How ridic—
No, he wasn't a fool. Those two digits of his had found the opening of her womanhood and were toying with the entrance. All while maintaining his stare did he slip his middle finger inside of her first. Her entire body inhaled at the sudden introduction; what he lacked in romantic seduction, he made up with the genuine curiosity she felt in his strokes that made her feel like a specimen he was studying, an enemy he was dissecting in his mind before attacking with everything he had.
Though she doubted any enemy had been given such a sensual treatment as she.
Indeed, his motions were smoothed by how welcoming her body was. She felt such an urge to ride his lone finger, so Nami could only become desperate when he added in another. Two of his thick, talented fingers inside of her body suddenly brought the navigator into reality, even as she had maintained her gaze into the literal eye of her storm.
Roronoa Zoro was fingering her.
There was no going back from this, no matter what happened in the morning.
And when he suddenly began to increase his speed, she knew he had no intentions of letting this be a fleeting memory in their minds; he was finding his way in truly taking over her entirety, her being and even her somewhat cautious mind. As he plunged as deep as his fingers could go, all while pressing her hip into the mattress so that she could only suffer through his brutish torture, Nami felt a sharp burn building inside of her. Even though her clit felt alone and in need of some angry stroking—If only he would bring her to her peak faster!
Furious with her inability to fend him off if only to roll her hips once, twice, a handful of times to help him stroke her in just the right spot, Nami tore her eyes from his. She bit her lip in fervent need to stay strong; she would not tell him that his animalistic ways were actually bringing her to release so soon! She could beat him in a drinking contest anytime, anywhere; she would not come for him so—
"Hey," his voice startled her for a reason she could not explain, and the slight jump he instilled in her gave her just a taste of what she could feel if given the chance to writhe with his strokes, "Don't look away."
What a foolish request, Nami thought, her sexual frustration beginning to push her toward an edge that she felt she'd never reach. She refused him in her lamest act of defiance, never willing to admit to herself that she was whining when she moaned, "Zoro—"
"Look at me, Nami!" Zoro yelled with such a harsh tone, her eyes returned to him right away. Was he…? He was getting aroused from watching her, wasn't he? Not just her, but the way her face was changing; her brow pinching in the middle; her eyes fogging with the lustful thoughts she was thinking; her mouth, open or closed, acting as the gateway to her voice that indicated her arousal even when she tried foolishly to hide it from him. The once infamous bounty hunter was quite easily finding his own satisfaction in watching his prey endure what he had in store for her.
Not that this mattered now, for she was already meant to succumb to the immense fire building from her insides, ready to burst and course through her body. It was almost as if she could taste it on her tongue, how delicious it would feel to shatter! Nami felt as though she had no choice but to assist him when she slipped one of her hands in between their bodies and began to stroke herself once, twice—
"No!" she cried with desperation as he tore her own hand from her body, releasing her hip as he chose to bind both her wrists above her head instead. She struggled weakly due to the more prominent desire to come engrossing her being. Biting her lip did little to stop her moans from resounding in the dimly lit room, but it felt as though it was the only thing she could do to defy him! How dare her decide for himself if she could or could not touch her own aching sex!
Or at least, she thought she had a right to complain, until she felt his thumb press into her folds and swiftly draw circles on her throbbing clit. A strangled gasp ripped from deep inside her chest the moment the sensation registered. Almost viciously did she move her now freed hips to match his cruel, driving fingers and that ledge of climax felt as if it was hurtling towards her.
"Heh, enjoying yourself?" he shamelessly teased her, leaning over her as best as he could without losing his depth, his speed, "You look like you're begging for it now. Like you won't last. I thought you were supposed to show me what it's like to feel alive?"
"You…" She meant to come up with a saucy retort, she really did, but screw thinking while she literally was being screwed by the heartless swordsman. Even if it was just his masterful hand that was going to give her release, she was so overcome with this promise of an orgasm on its way, she shut her eyes in preparation of the intensity that was about to wash over—
"N…NO!" How she hollered when he removed his fingers from inside her, right before she could find gratification in his torture, "You…sick bastard! What are you doing!?" Her chest was heaving, her skin tingling, her heart racing, her eyes burning with hatred and rage up at Zoro, who merely smirked down at her as if he had achieved some goal of his own.
His explanation for his deprivation? "I told you to look at me. Shoulda listened." was his pathetic excuse for denying her. Damn him for looking so pleased about it too! Nami fought with her pent up energy against his grip on her wrists and as if he cared not for her needy body, he released her easily and removed himself from her hovering above her.
Was he…actually ending their night because she lost control and shut her eyes? Was he going to desert her in her moment of heated frustration because she was unaware of this kink he needed sated, when he had yet to properly deliver her into pleasure? Had he stripped her, himself, and finger-fucked her to the edge, just to satisfy some twisted craving inside him? Was he going to leave and jerk off on his own?
Oh no. Nami was having none of his temperamental bullshit tonight.
Freed for the first time since their first kiss, she leapt off the bed and walked to stand before him. Yes, it was hard to walk with such strong urges were swirling in her womanhood, up and down her inner thighs, craving to squeeze his hips between them. Her entire body of once cream-toned skin was bright with pink, fleshy tones, the heat that had risen inside requesting release through the rest of her body. This riled being that was her own would experience an orgasm, even if it was by her own efforts. No matter what though, it would not be without him at her mercy, properly lodged inside of her, working until there was nothing left inside.
Nami knew she was on display as she stood before the seated pleasure-teasing swordsman; Zoro looked at her with question in his eye, but his truthful hunger for her was hard to ignore. His one eye had the ability to trap her – as if she was going anywhere, now! – while the sight of his almost completely hardened member lured her, confirming that he wanted nothing more than this.
"You want me to look at you?" she asked mockingly. Zoro didn't even have the chance to answer as he sat on the end of her bed, clearly about to be at her mercy in return for his cruelty, "Fine. Then why don't we look at each other?" It was her turn to smirk; Nami gripped his shoulders like a bird clutches onto its prey, steadying herself as she rested her knees on either side of his body.
Those busy hands of his reached around her body to steady her, the one with her juices feeling cool on the back of her thigh. Nami gazed at him over the large curvature of her breasts; she promised him they would stare into each other's eyes, and she meant it with all of her heart. They wouldn't be breaking eye contact until they passed out from exhaustion tonight.
Slowly, she lowered herself until she felt the head of his cock gently poke at her wetness, again the clashing temperatures of their skin striking her, both sensually and with great frustration, knowing he was still unheated compared to felt like her volcanic body. No matter, for she intended to find her own cool demeanour and return some of the favour he had ever so kindly shown to her.
Nami masterfully began to roll her hips, demonstrating what she wanted to do more than anything moments ago, only she performed now at what could be described as a soft pace. Her folds – lightly slicked by her escaped wetness – met with the head of his cock and deliberately let him feel barely a touch of what she could do for him. Her hands had intended to rest on his shoulders for balance, but when she heard that small grunt from the back of his throat, she couldn't help but grip onto his signature green hair and tug.
"Rrgh, Nami!" Zoro growled, his fingertips digging into the back of her legs with a warning impression. What did she have to fear now, really? He had ripped her clothes, smacked her ass, and denied her release; he could threaten her all he wanted, but she was having her way with him now. He had sealed his fate, and it was time he manned up and just let her do him the way they both needed it to be done.
"Yes?" she asked so sweetly, all while rocking her hips forward, letting him feel more than just a kiss of her lower lips. Now, she could see his gritted teeth as he growled at her. She repeated the motion and felt his firm grip move up her body, riding over her skin until he found her tender bottom again. He cupped each half of her arse so quickly, she saw stars for a moment. But all he would see is how she smiled coyly, seeming quite proud of herself that he was beginning to lose that relaxed disposition of his.
His massaging techniques from before returned, but with the added vigor she felt now, she knew he had no concern for any of the injuries she had procured from the earlier fight. It felt more as though he was hoping to inflict some of his own bruises on her reddened skin; all's well that ends well, she couldn't help but think, because she'd love to leaves so loving scratches on his back. As if sensing her intention, Zoro quipped, "You can do better than that."
Oh, a challenge?
"I know I can, Zoro," she affirmed as she shifted herself, lining her womanhood up with his manhood, ready to feel the hardness fill her moistened insides, "and you're going to let me show you how you make someone come."
And that was all the warning she gave either of them. Sensing her intent, his ass-obsessed hands held on to steady her further as she brought him deep, deep inside of her. As deep as any man could possibly be, Roronoa Zoro filled Nami to the brink, cock lodged inside her pussy, completely and utterly possessed by one another.
Nami promised she wouldn't lose his gaze, and even as she released the quietest scream – and he, in turn, hissed as if he had suddenly been lit on fire – she stared at him, deep into his eye. She broke only for an instant, to lay a kiss over his scarred eye that couldn't partake. Then, when she returned, they each inhaled before smirking at one another.
"You're leaking down my leg already." He complimented himself indirectly with a slight grimace.
Nami snickered, "And who's fault is that, do you think?" His comment inspired her to move her body to please his, to begin exacting her revenge. Up slowly, down just the same, and up once again, she would bring about his release just as torturously, all while preserving her control so they could decimate each other, together.
"Mine." Zoro stated, both proud and disgruntled by her distracting him with moving her body. She hummed as he suddenly rocked into her pussy; if only she could pin down his hips to perfectly replicate her suffering! But she had to admit…having him respond in time with her was something otherworldly. His cock finding its place inside of her as she crashed down onto him felt as if their merger was reaching some depth inside of her that she had never experienced before.
It was something worth moaning about, that was for sure. "Mm, it definitely is." She confirmed for him, showing kindness as a form of gratitude for finding something new to instill in her, please her—
His mouth was on hers, his restless hands found their way into her hair in order to force her lips onto his. Zoro possessed her mouth with those hungry kisses of his, all while adapting to their moving bodies, to the fact that even as he sucked on her bottom lip or sparred with her tongue, he refused to lose her eyes. He moved faster, harder, whenever he pinned her tongue inside her mouth; he tugged on her hair whenever she tugged on his, giving their usual fighting spirits their moments to splendor in; he used those muscles of his that were toned beyond compare to ram into her much faster than she thought humanly possible; he was surely now lost to the sexual experience they were sharing.
As she moaned, he grunted, all while accompanied by the sounds of their bodies colliding. Her hips rolled as fast as they possibly could in order to keep pace, but Zoro was always a man on a mission, it seemed, something she'd need to remember for their future bedding encounters. She couldn't deny how her previous pleasure was being rekindled, how his kisses were just as tantalizing as his cock – he had found a way to either make her forget his atrocious kissing ability through sexing her, or he had miraculously found a way to make love to mouth with his in the matter on this one encounter.
Either way, she knew she wouldn't last much longer, damn him.
"Mm, Zoro," Nami tried to push him with the sound of her desperation, hoping the sound of his slaying of her was just as irresistible as was the rest of her, "I need you to come. Just…burst already, damn y—"
"Keep…fucking saying my name. Like…that—Fuck, Nami." The muscles in his neck twitched after a hearty swallow, almost as if he wanted to throw his head back for a moment. But no, he wouldn't lose to her. And damn him if she wasn't finding his stupid kink hotter and hotter as she fucked him hard. Even so, Nami was not an easy woman to command – his earlier manhandling excluded, of course – and she would not give into his requests nor her oncoming climax without some gratification.
"Ah, like…what?" she smiled over her bouncing breasts, "Tell me. I-I don't know…what you, mmm-mean—" Her playfulness was meant with great disfavour when she felt her hips stilled, held tight in his grasp almost like they had before. She merely blinked once at him before he returned to making love to both sets of her lips.
Only now, she was unable to ride him again.
"Mmm! MM-MMM!" she cried into his kiss, eyes wide with surprise while his cock thundered into her relentlessly, commanding her release just as he had before, only with more than just his fingers shooting her into the euphoria of an orgasm. He refused to stop, or slow, even after she bit his lip in typical Nami-defiance. Zoro merely released her from his kiss as he watched her body react helplessly and violently to his thrusts inside of her.
He would get his wish without her consent, as she no longer had control, "Oh God, Z-Zo-RO! Oh, fuck, mmm, d-damn YOU! Ah, dammit…Zoro, you bastard! I'm gonna—Ah! Ahhh, Zoro! ZORO!" And with all of her might in place, Nami still lost to the overwhelming power of her climax and exploded on his cock. Shivers assaulted her body as she soaked, basking in her aggressive pleasure. Before her, a spark went off in his eye, and he may have licked his bloody lip, but otherwise Zoro remained the same.
He was still rock hard inside of her, meaning her night was not finished just yet.
Coming down from her high, her head dropped to the side while glaring meekly at him, "You…got your wish. Who knew you were…such a sex-crazy…guy."
He took everything she had to say as a compliment. "You got to come, even after you bit me," As if he wanted her to atone for her harshness, Zoro kissed her with a mite that was gentler than before, yet did not lack at all in the same sense of hunger. Nami returned the kiss, thankful that – if she were to look at things optimistically – he had done exactly the opposite of deny her this time, "With this dirty mouth of yours."
"Yeah?" She couldn't help it; Nami released the laugh of a lover, of a woman who had experienced a throe just as she had, and found her lover's antic more entertaining than she had before their raunchy night, "You did nothing to stop me; you asked me for it."
"I never told you to get angry and swear at me." Pointed out Roronoa Zoro, ever the conversationalist. He appeared so satisfied with himself for dancing around her as they spoke, all while his hips gently bucked beneath her. His evident hardened state was gently prodding her sopping pussy, as if he was suddenly turning over a new leaf and was trying to softly remind her of his dilemma of a state.
Nami laughed for the second time, both at his words and his silly actions, "Well, I guess I lost control. Who knew you had this effect on women. If I had, I would have made you think I lost a lot more fights, if it got you like this."
There it was: her original insensitive with him, their main reason for their rendezvous. He had feared her dead earlier this afternoon, and it had somehow inspired him to come into her room late at night and demolish all thoughts she had of him beyond that of a lover. The fact that he had suffered through both fingering and fucking, without so much as drop of his own cum atop prematurely escaping meant that his stamina was alarming. Nami knew she would have to bring him to the point of desperation if she was going to feel his seed warming her insides tonight.
She would need to train her own body for future encounters.
And his reaction came as easily as she did for him: brows slanted, the corners of his frown buried into his cheeks, Roronoa Zoro looked as though he was ready to kill her himself. His imposing manhood refused to cease its motions inside of her, but the rest of him sat still, emitting such a dark aura after the night they had shared.
"What did you just say?" The swordsman spoke low and firm, much like he did to an enemy who had found its way under his skin without his permission.
"You—" No, she was not allowed to speak further until he somehow – in the blink of an eye – had them back on the bed, her body pinned down by his, his cock removed, his anger only seeming to strengthen as the seconds passed, "You heard me. I was complimenting your ability to slay me when I didn't think you could—"
Zoro almost spat at her, "Stop that." That lone eye of his that she had watched more intently tonight than in all of the accumulated stares that had shared in the past three years of their lives, now looked down at her as if she had committed some horrendous offense. Were they about to argue? They could, if she wasn't careful…
But then, she wouldn't be Nami, and he wouldn't be her Roronoa Zoro.
"What? It's the truth. I asked you to make me feel alive, and you did, more than I bargained for," fanning herself casually, so as to appear nonchalant in her attempts to start a war of their own, she went on to say, "I don't think I've ever felt so alive in my entire life."
"Oh yeah?" his response was automatic, blunt and rhetorical by the sound of it.
Nami hummed as she said, "If anything, I feel as if I've gone to heaven. Not that you believe in that—"
"You really want to feel alive?" That sentence ironically sounded absolutely threatening. Zoro looked as if she had done more than push his buttons: she had broken something inside of him that she might quickly come to regret. The lines of his body were straight, unmoving as he towered over her, the once loving man – though rough and callous, he may have been – looked as though he was about to challenge her to a fight to the death. Never had he looked so devilish towards her.
Frightening as it was, she was more disturbed by how turned on she felt by his ferocity.
Her lower body was suddenly lifted off of the bed, causing her to quickly grab onto the tampered sheets to steady herself. Zoro rested on his knees between her legs, and seemed to be taking control to angle her body to take him again. Only…
"Stay," he commanded more of her in this one evening than he had ever dared to before; holding each of her feet one at a time, he positioned them to rest in a tip-toe fashion, "just like this. Don't move."
"W-Why?" Nami stuttered and cared not what it meant for her sensibility. That determined expression of his, the way he contorted her into such an exact position, the navigator knew that she had just foolishly navigated herself into the eye of an oncoming storm.
Her shoulders felt pinned, with her body positioned to his liking. Her large breasts having fallen off a bit to the sides, she was able to look directly down the length of her body to find him. She watched him work to confirm the strength in her calves and her backside with the mere touch of his hands, before one of those large palms slapped down on her pelvis. If she felt as though she was stuck to the bed before, that single steely eye of his guaranteed that she had no intention of moving, aside from matching his up and coming strides.
Zoro moved the thumb of his opened hand down to that reddened clit of hers and rubbed just as he had before. The air in Nami's body almost vacated entirely when he suddenly switched between ruthless actions to such a sexual one. The tingling of her previous climax had waned, but her arousal over what she had inspired in the swordsman had made it so easy for him to bring her back to her brink. It was almost terrifying to know that Zoro had become her weakness of sorts, with all that he was able to make her do, make her feel, and do to her without any sort of complaint.
God, what had they been doing with themselves before tonight?
Those circular motions of his – addicting in their own right – sped up while he entered her body again. The warmth of his cock felt so different compared to her heated pussy, yet it was as if they needed the other to maintain themselves, to survive. Once he was inside of her all the way to his hilt, he stopped stroking her and move his open hand up and down her torso in soothing strokes, as if she wasn't aware that he was about to truly strike her down. But she wasn't foolish enough to think this moment of giving tenderness was meant to last; she knew his anger better than he did it would seem.
As if on cue, he began to rock his body against hers, bringing himself in and out of her with a lack of delicacy they had shared before. He needed to come, to find release, and he was going to find it inside of her body. No matter what he wanted to do to her now, she would accept it if it meant she could watch him lose himself within her wetness. After all, every single drop of it was his doing.
In and out, thrust after thrust, force piling on top of itself, Nami felt her arousal rise like a tide in the New World that they traversed; appearing suddenly, beating down remorselessly, causing massive damage to anything in its wake. She had no idea that she could be so submissive to a man – willingly, regardless of how he commandeered her consent – and enjoy it so. And to the man she managed to subdue in any other situation, no less. Yet here she was, looking up at him as the sweat began to form on his brow, rise from his body as if it was about to drip—
Onto her rocking body, a single spec of sweat slid down her firm torso. He was raging as he pounded his way inside of her, truly claiming and reclaiming every inch of her womanhood for his own to treasure. Zoro had never looked so absolutely irresistible as he did now, for even as he drove into her with mindless vigor, he still watched for her reaction to his thrusting cock, if she could manage to keep level with him as he drilled himself inside of her.
Her legs were wobbling, but not from his constant motion; the idea that she was to hold herself for his pleasure was completely enthralling, and her excitement for his grunts, his cursing at her for her lovemaking prowess, his eventual collapse on her body, all of it made her shake with yet another demanding need. "Z-Zo…ro." She tried to call to him, see if she could manage to tease him into realizing her desires.
"Feeling alive…yet!?" He spoke as forcefully as he moved at the end of her gaze. The sound of their bodies smacking together, the rising sensation of the friction of his cock completely filling her aching body was almost too much for her, so soon. It felt dream-like, even as he yelled at her, "You better hold that…pose! Or I'll…stop fucking you."
"Y-Yeah?"
"I mean it! Stay…fucking…still, Nami!" His cursing was absolutely intoxicating, especially when he demonstrated how fast he was really losing himself to his own rising pleasure. She could see it in him so simply: he was about to burst, just like they both wanted, needed him to. As much as her muscles spasmed and begged to be free, nothing would stop her from feeling what it was like for such a powerful man such as her Zoro to utterly rupture inside of her. She would do anything to make that happen.
Throwing her hands above her head, Nami tossed her head back and moaned. "W-What if…I…can't? Oh, Zoro, I think I'm gonna—"
"Not," he snapped, somehow finding the strength to ram her once harder than she thought imaginable, if only to get her attention, but it was when he did that she felt his cock quiver, "without…me, you won't."
"O-Oh God, Zoro!"
"Don't say…anything but my…name—dammit, say it!" Yes, he was quivering; it was happening, and it was going to happen so very soon. Just the mere thought of it could almost bring her to her orgasm without much effort. But she needed them both there, simultaneously, see if they truly had the amazing sexual chemistry that she had surely been led to believe tonight.
Nami chanted his name in such wild cries of erotic hunger, even though they were broken up by the forceful way he plowed into her. The bed was rocking, slamming into the wall behind its headboard, and neither one were bothered to pay it any mind. Not when Zoro was starting to curve his spine, bending over her as if he was about to snap.
The trained man of discipline started grunting loudly, groaning with ever motion he put into fucking her. It was amazing to see Roronoa Zoro, previous pirate hunter, one of the eleven Supernovas, bowing over her as he reached his peak. He no longer relied on her muscle strength; picking her up by her waist, he forced both their bodies to meet in that mutual rhythm that satisfied something deep in both of them, as if they were working together to reach the most heady, vitalizing orgasms of their entire lives, past and future.
Then, he did the most amazing thing: as he neared the end of his rope, he lost control and blurted out without any sort of restraint, "Fucking—Nami! Fuck, I can't…CAN'T…RRGH, NAMI!" Together, they imploded, both of them lost to the world as what felt like the epitome of pleasure swirled inside them, filled them as one. More and more beads of his sweat splattered onto her torso, mingling with the sheen coat she had forming on her skin. Along with the immense ecstasy consuming and obsessing over them, the scent of their unrelenting sex wafted in the air as if it was their own sort of oxygen.
They stayed still for quite some time, aside from their uneven panting. The heat in Nami's belly was perfect, exactly what she had unknowingly been craving for so long, ever since she thought she had rid herself of any inkling of attraction she had toward this man. Roronoa Zoro had now slept with her – fucked her without remorse, as she had described it – and she could not possible be happier that he had come to her tonight, taken that step forward when she knew she probably never could.
Because having this moment, no matter how submissive she had been made out to be, was something she had never done more than dream of.
Wasn't their entire life's journey about achieving dreams?
When Zoro finally lifted his head, Nami reflexively blew him a kiss; weak to the bone, she was inviting him to her once again, ready to take anything else he had to give her, so long as it resulted him in her sleeping next to her tonight. As if he understood her simplest of actions, he did indeed close the gap between their lips and kissed her. He wasn't weak with his kiss – it was as if he was showing his gratitude to her through his lips, since he may have had the courage to come to her tonight to check on her well being, but he may not be strong enough yet to properly convey how much this night impacted him – but it was enough to distract her from his cock easing out of her now swollen pussy.
She gasped from the sudden freedom, then hummed as she felt him shift to rest on top of her. They were sure to pass out soon – even the half of the pair who had demonic strength – but at least he was taking his time to appreciate her. His body was so heated and yet it wasn't unwelcome, stifling. No, Nami was glad he took to blanketing her so easily, instead of the possible reaction of him leaving and deserting her after such a monumental experience. The sweat on his body, his toughened skin, his soft groans as if he was still coming down from his high…
Everything was wonderful; what a way to discover what it means to feel what it's like to be alive.
