Pairing: Coby X Grace

Kinks: Biting, Bondage, Creampie, Collar and Chain, Cowgirl, Cunnalingus, Fdom to Fsub, Fingering, Heart Eyes, Hickies, Kissing, Minor Aphrodisiac, Missionary, Pillow Talk, Power Reversal, Stockings, Sweet Talk,

And the most debaucherous and lewd tag of all: Handholding

Time Placement: Coby's Choice 2: Chapter 55

Location: Monet's Bedroom, Lab, Punk Hazard, New World

Red and Pink

The party on Punk Hazard was in full swing. Pirates, marines, and children danced together around the bonfire, titles and bounties meaningless as they celebrated surviving the day's ordeal. Night had fallen, the lack of natural light causing the temperature of the frozen half of the island to plummet further, only the lab's burning furniture keeping the biting cold away from the humans and likewise. Some had already turned in, groups entering the lab in search of rooms that weren't too uncomfortable where they could sleep. If Coby guessed right based on his Observation, one of the marines had found the barracks Caesar's minions had used before their untimely and gruesome demises.

All that said, his goal was nowhere near said room, nor was she on the Sunny. Reaching the room in which he felt her spirit, Coby knocked.

"Grace?" he called. "It's me."

"It's about time."

Taking that as approval to enter, Coby opened the door. The room itself wasn't fancy, but its decoration was almost disorienting after the constant, bland color of the lab. It was a bedroom, the walls decorated with paintings of green birds and toys. There was a simple dresser on one side and a desk with a vanity mirror on the other. The floor was covered in a pale green carpet over the same tile as the rest of the lab. A massive bird swing hung in the corner and, in the center of the room directly across from the door, stood a plush bed with seafoam green covers.

And on that bed laid the most beautiful woman Coby had ever seen. Grace had cleaned her hair, removing the artificial colors so it returned to its natural red. Said hair flowed down her body like satin, threatening to hide the white she had chosen to wear. Much of her skin was bare, only the lingerie protecting her modesty even as her slim curves became so much more pronounced in the tight outfit. Atop her head sat a wide-brimmed cowboy hat the same color as her attire and her natural blush seemed a little darker than normal. Her large, dark eyes watched Coby drink in her appearance, his eyes following one of her hands as she slid it up her white-stocking-clad legs.

"I've been waiting for you." Coby opened his mouth to say something -anything- but nothing would come out. Grace smirked. "Close the door, Coby. You're letting the cold in."

"Well, if it means I have to warm you up-" the pink-haired pirate began before cutting himself off, a fierce blush covering his cheeks. Trying to cover his embarrassment, he closed the door maybe a little too hard and stepped closer.

"Come to me, Coby~" Grace purred. Argon swirled out of the air with a roll of the young woman's wrist, the condensing gas forming a purple chain of crystal. It snaked its way through the air before reaching the young man, a collar of argon forming around his neck. Grace pulled, not hard but certainly with enough force to get her message across. "I played a pretty major role in beating Caesar, wouldn't you say? Surely I deserve a... reward."

"Goda help me," Coby whispered to himself as certain things awoke inside him. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in a chained collar, but that deep-inset fear from all those times back on Sabaody was greatly overshadowed by his want of the woman holding the other end. Her actions had turned something scary into something... erotic.

Utilizing her knowledge of the body's chemicals, Grace let herself ooze what amounted to an aphrodisiac, Coby's eyes dilating slightly as it hit him, compounding on his own emotions. He reached the bed rather quickly under Grace's direction, said young woman shifting backward so her back could rest against the pillow-padded headboard. With such distance between them, Coby was forced to crawl over the bed. The artist's smirk turned sultry as he did, the woman spreading her legs so her man could see that he was not the only one affected by the aphrodisiac she created.

"I hope you don't have plans to sleep tonight," the redhead grinned. "Do you like my outfit? Robin suggested it."

"Am I supposed to thank her?" Coby muttered, getting close enough to run a hand over her covered legs. "She's a bad influence on you, Grace."

"Shut up and please me." Grace tugged on the chain, pulling Coby close enough that she could run her fingers through his pink hair. Her palm directed him downward, only a hesitant trembling of her hand giving away the crack in her confidence. This was, after all, her first time. Sure, she'd spent countless nights with fingers and toys fantasizing about what it would be like when they finally took this step, but none of those had prepared her for having Coby actually between her legs. Even so, she needed him to know how much she wanted this, lest the chivalrous pirate/hero suggest they delay.

She refused to delay any longer when every adventure could be their last.

"Come on, Coby," Grace muttered, willing her body to produce more estrogen. Her body tingled as the chemicals took effect. She panted, her voice taking on a huskier undercurrent. "Look what having you like this does to me. You better take responsibility."

"Mmm, of course, my lady~" Coby said, choosing to play along. A shiver shot up Grace's spine as his lips connected with the skin just poking out from her thigh-high stockings. A self-satisfied smirk started to tug at Coby's lips at the way her cheeks darkened further. Slowly, making sure to not miss a centimeter of the trail, Coby kissed his way up her leg. Finally, relishing the way she squirmed as his arms hooked under her knees, the handsome roset reached the coup de Grace hidden by only a thin, damp cloth. He pretended to not see the way her face continued to darken as his finger hooked the side of her panties, peeling them away from the entrance to her core.

He placed a kiss on her already-engorged clit, the young man letting his Zoan powers affect his tongue. He gave said clit a couple nibbles, the muffled moans that eked past Grace's lips music to his ears, before he ran his oral muscle over her lower lips.

"Oh fuck yes," Grace sighed, her head rolling back to rest against the wall as her beau got to work. One of her hands continued to pull at his hair, letting him know when he found a nerve cluster. Her other tugged on the chain, for all the good it really did. Her breathing got heavier as something she'd only experienced in her favorite dreams started to well from within her. "Coby~! Oh~! Don't stop!"

He didn't reply, redoubling his efforts. A pair of his fingers came around as his wrist curved around her hip, the phalanges pinching her clit. Her fingers fisted his hair in response, her hips bucking instinctively. Within a few minutes, the dam holding her pleasure back overflowed, her juices rolling out of her like waves. Coby didn't pause for even a second, the Zoan lapping at her gushing pussy like a desert wanderer who had found an oasis. His ministrations lengthened her orgasm, leaving the young woman panting into the silence of the room.

"That was... amazing," she breathed. "So much better than I thought it would be."

"We aren't even to the best part," Coby whispered, unhooking his arms from under her legs. His enthusiasm was contagious, Grace tugging at the chain still collaring her man. Said man crawled upward, leaving another trail of kisses up her stomach and through the valley between her modest, bra-clad chest that threatened to set her insides aflame.

After almost two-and-a-half years, she couldn't wait anymore.

Just as he reached her neck, Grace pushed. The unexpected force shoved Coby backward, the young man landing on his back. Grace straddled him, her hands toying with the buttons on his shirt, popping them free one by one. Relying more on instinct than any naughty advice she'd received from older women -mainly Robin- or fashion magazines, Grace ground her uncovered pussy against the hard rod under her, only Coby's shorts preventing their direct connection even as she left a growing wet spot. Finishing with his shirt, the redhead ran her hands over his defined muscles, hours and hours of training having left the roset with a body on par with any of the crew's fighters, even if he didn't show it off as often. With half a thought, another million argon particles condensed, binding Coby's wrists together over his head.

"Grace?"

"Mine~" she purred, sliding back just enough to undo the button and zipper confining her ultimate prize. Released from its bindings, Coby's impressive manhood sprung free, the woman atop him pressing it against her front as if measuring how deep it was about to go. "Finally all mine~"

"Don't tease me, Grace," Coby whined as the redhead ran her fingers over his length. Despite her growth spurt over the years, she was still an individual on the smaller side -petite, she'd heard her stature called- so his length reached more than three-quarters of the way to her bellybutton.

"I've been thinking about this ever since Alabasta," the artist admitted with a heavy breath. She leaned forward, resting her hands on Coby's sturdy chest and defined abs. Her hips bucked, running her lower lips over the underside of his organ, leaving it covered in her essence. Coby moaned at the stimulation, Grace setting a regular pace just to watch his face twist in pleasure. "I've had dreams since Jaya. I've touched myself to the thought of you ever since Thriller Bark. And finally, I get to have the real thing. Let's finally see if this actually fits, shall we? You're so much bigger than I am."

Grace readjusted, raising her hips and lining up Coby's hard cock to her dripping entrance. Just pressing the head in had the woman rolling her head back, the redhead letting gravity do the work as inch after glorious inch sunk deeper into her grasping depths. Coby tried to reach forward, to rest his hands on those glorious hips only inches over his own, but he could not with the argon bindings holding them. His chest heaved as he could do nothing but watch as as Grace slowly, ever so slowly, lowered. She stopped with two inches to go, needing time to adjust even with how much natural lubrication she was producing.

"So... big..." she groaned as if in a daze.

"So tight..." the young man moaned at the same time. If he'd been any less focused on the point where they were connected, he would have realized that the crystalized argon binding him wavered as the woman who controlled it let her focus slip. With the hand not holding the end of the chemical chain, Grace let her fingers rub the skin over their connection. Gathering her bearings, she was surprised -almost scared, really- to find he had not yet bottomed out.

"Oh fuck," she muttered with a mix of emotions -not the least of which being excitement- her hot breath condensing in the cooler air of Punk Hazard's frozen half. She tugged on the chain connected to Coby's collar, but not to move him. Like pulling on an immovable object, the force helped Grace slide the last couple inches down, her eyes rolling as her hips finally met his in perfect union. Her whole body shook, the culmination of all her waiting meeting the emotions of the moment. She hunched over his chest, supporting herself with her arms. Her hot breath almost tickled against his skin, her hair nearly doing the same to his neck.

"Did you just-?"

"Shut up, you handsome moron," Grace mumbled, her words a little slurred. Already she'd experienced two better orgasms than any toy or thought had given her and she wasn't about to just stop. She pushed herself upright again, Coby's eyes trailing down her lithe form with his own darkening blush. She wasn't chiseled -even if she probably could be if she chose to given her Devil Fruit- but there was a strength under her soft skin and the barest hint of muscle that Coby found unquestionably attractive. His gaze lingered on her toned, flat stomach where her free hand had settled. He knew that what Grace had, she'd worked hard for it, and that fired so many neurons in his brain that he couldn't understand them all. The chemist smirked at his expression, her free hand leaving its spot -and dragging Coby's attention with it- to reach back to undo the clasp of her bra. She flung it across the room, the sheer material no longer hiding what little it had been. Her nipples were small, pink and erect and perfectly proportioned to her modest chest. Errantly, Coby knew he'd do anything to see how they'd fit in his hands and what sounds he could coax out from her beautiful lips were it not for his bindings. "I'm going to make it so you never even look at another woman," Grace promised.

"That might be difficult given the ratio of-" A buck of her hips caused his half-formed quip to dry up, his eyes closing and his head rolling back against the mattress as he reveled in the soft, vice-like grip of her insides. "Grace, you're killing me."

"I like seeing you squirm, Coby," Grace admitted, surprised. Seeing him writhe under her ministrations reminded her of how Coby had been when they first met. When he had been smaller, weaker, and far less sure of himself. Coby was one of the stronger members of their crew now; knowing that she could reduce him to such a weakened state again filled her with several things; pride, arousal, and, well, him mostly.

She rolled her hips, enjoying the way her movements caused Coby's length to rub against her walls. Even that little bit of movement made the muscles of his torso clench under her fingers, bringing his abs into sharp definition. He bucked, the sheer strength of his hips causing her to bounce slightly. That jerking movement -small but so sudden- sent lightning up Grace's spine and forced a moan from her lips. She got the message and raised herself slightly before dropping back down. She set a slow pace, her fingers clutching at the swordsman's abs while her hips did the work.

"Yes~" she moaned, speeding up only a little to give in to her own want. Coby relaxed, his eyes drinking in the way sweat started to bead over his lover's skin, rolling down her breasts and stomach to give her pale body a beautiful sheen. Grace's movements became more irregular as the pleasure started to make her mind fuzzy. "Coby~ Coby~!"

The roset felt the argon binding his hands crack as Grace's control slipped. He flexed, shattering the purple crystal. With his hands free, he reached forward to hold the young woman's hips, keeping her down where he was fully buried inside her.

"Say it, Grace," he muttered, refusing to let her move even as his cock pulsed with the increased speed of his heartbeat. "Tell me what you want."

"...You," she breathed. Her fingers tugged at the chain she still held, pulling at the collar around Coby's neck. He could have refused easily -goaded her to be more assertive- but there was something cute about the desperation in her trembling lips. He'd cut her off before her next orgasm and the denial was clearly getting to her. "Please, Coby."

He rose with her tugging, allowing her to pull him into a sitting position. Even with her essentially sitting in his lap, Coby was still half-a-head taller. Her hands drifted over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off so he was just as topless as she was. He wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her flush against himself, and claimed her lips with his own. She moaned into the kiss as their worlds shrank until there was nothing but them. Nothing -not the crew, not their adventure, not even their Dreams- mattered in the moment. All there was was the tingling of their lips, the heat of their bare skin pressed together, and the throbbing pleasure where they were so intimately connected.

Coby didn't know how long they stayed like that, simply holding each other, when his instincts started to demand more. Despite being an Ancient Zoan, his Devil Fruit was still classified as a dragon, and dragons hoarded, didn't they? He shifted, getting his legs under him as his hands secured Grace against his chest. She squeaked as he leaned forward, laying her on her back so he loomed over her.

"...Coby?" she asked. Just one word, just his name, carried so much weight. He kissed her again before shifting, the movement pulling his slick rod from within her depths. Grace whined against his lips and weakly tugged at the chain, but it was clear she was no longer in control. One of Coby's hands slid up her form, taking a moment or three to feel how the redhead's breasts fit perfectly under his fingers. He broke the kiss, letting her panted moans heat his ear as his lips trailed a way down to her neck. He could taste the lingering sweetness of the aphrodisiac she'd secreted before.

Once he was satisfied he'd burned the memory of her feel into his mind -not that he would ever protest a reminder- Coby's hand returned to her pelvis, though it did not settle on her hip once more. Rather, Grace bucked as his digits began to tease her dripping nethers, his thumb rolling her clit as the fingers made themselves at home just within.

"Oooohhhh~" She couldn't help the cute moan she made, her hands holding her lover but only so strong as jelly. Whatever willpower she still had in her conscious mind was keeping the argon collar together but there was no other room. Even that was dwindling as the pink-haired man started nibbling. How had he known her neck was one of her greatest erogenous zones? She'd only told Ro-

Her unfinished thought remained so as Coby increased the speed of his fingers. Grace writhed under his ministrations and attention, trying desperately to get him to stop teasing her but at the same time wishing for the beautiful torment to never end. His fingers played with her insides, memorizing all the best spots for later. She didn't know where he had achieved such skill or if it was just a bonus of his Observation, but she was in no state to care, let alone ask.

Coby, for his part, relished the cute mewling Grace released every time his fingers shifted, her breath warm on his ear. He'd always wanted to be a hero, so service was in his nature. This, however, was a service to be provided to very few, the number now only one. His Devil Fruit instincts roared like a fire, demanding he claim her, mark her, hoard her. To make it known that she was his mate and that anyone who wanted her would have to kill him for even a chance. Before he knew what he was doing, his teeth had sunk into the curve of her neck; not enough to do any lasting damage or even draw blood, but the message was clear based on the fresh moan that escaped the redhead's lips. Her limbs seemed to regain their strength, wrapping him in a vice as her back arched off the mattress. She moaned his name as the collar and chain cracked, its atoms released back to their gaseous states as the chem-woman lost the last shed of control she had.

Coby waited, leaving little lovebites on her shoulder and neck as her grip slowly loosened once more. Letting her recover, Coby stood and stretched a little, removing his pants for comfort's sake while he was at it. He couldn't help but admire his own handywork, Grace's neck and shoulder covered in tiny bruises and her modest chest heaving as she came down from her most recent high. Still, he didn't want her to completely recover -that was tantamount to starting over. He leaned slightly over the edge, his hands grabbing her ankles and dragging her to him. Her legs instinctively settled on his hips, the roset resting his still-erect length over her pelvis.

Grace blinked as the fog in her mind started to clear. Coby ran his hands over her stocking-clad legs, danced his fingers over her stomach, ghosted over her breasts, traveled down her arms, and finally threaded his fingers into hers, pinning her to the mattress. His larger body overshadowed hers, but Grace felt no fear. Only arousal, as evidenced by the way her legs tightened against his sides.

"Well?" she goaded. "What are you waiting for?"

Without the use of his hands -for they were a little preoccupied at the moment- Coby slid his hips backward until the head of his organ settled at the young woman's dripping entrance once more. He leaned down, kissing her again as he slid in. Her satisfied groan was muffled but he felt her whole body shiver. They broke the kiss, the roset carefully resting his forehead against hers as he started his rhythm. Their breaths intermingled, two becoming one. He whispered sweet little nothings, Coby not even aware of what he was saying. For all he knew, neither did Grace; the two were simply lost in the passion of their first time together. Were those hearts in her eyes? Those looked like hearts in her eyes.

"Grace," he muttered, pulling his head back as if the strain would help slow his coming orgasm. "I'm... I-"

"Inside," she begged against his neck, leaving a little lovebite of her own. "Come on. Give it to me, Coby. Give me everything~"

"But-"

"Give it to me!"

"But what if you-?"

"You can give it your best shot! Just fill me up, you heroic moron!"

Any protests he'd had were lost to animal instinct, the Zoan going rigid as his own release overwhelmed him. Grace's legs locked around his waist, holding him that much closer as the heat of his seed started her newest finish. They panted, frozen, rope after rope of Coby's cum firing from his pulsing member deep into his lover. Finally, after half a minute, he lost the strength in his legs, the young man only having the wherewithal to cant his fall so he didn't land on top of Grace. She rolled onto her side, snuggling into him as his softening organ vacated her insides, opening the floodgates to stain the comforter. With a thought, Coby grew his Slasher Mode tail to grab one of the pillows for his head, Grace contenting herself with the use of his bicep.

"That was... wow," she decided, still holding one of his hands.

"Yeah... wow," he agreed, equally breathless. His eyes widened. "Shit, Grace! I came inside you! I so sor-!"

"You don't need to worry," she insisted, smacking him in the chest with the back of her free hand. "I use my powers to produce a contraceptive internally, so unless you imbued that shot with Armament, we shouldn't have any little you's running around quite yet." She paused. "...You didn't use Armament, did you?"

"I can't yet," he answered, relief clear to hear. "Working on it, though."

"I guess I'll ask Chopper to double the batches of the pills he's making for Nami, then. You know, just in case you figure it out at the worst time."

Coby laughed, unable to help himself. Grace followed suit. Their mirth settled into chuckles, the soreness setting in as their adrenaline waned.

"That was everything I'd hoped for," Grace whispered, leaning forward to kiss his chest. Her lips tickled against his skin. "But you know... We've got the rest of the night and Monet was kind of a bitch. Let's see how much we can trash this room before morning. It's not like she'll ever know."

"...You really think we can last until morning?"

"We can damn-well try. Now then, carry me over to that bird swing. I don't want to be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Far below and outside the lab, a certain archeologist sipped at her drink, one eye closed. She licked her lips, hiding the action behind her mug. Grace had played right into her hands and given the exact show she'd wanted to see. Given how much she enjoyed it, though, Robin suspected there would be no problems even if her meddling were discovered.

"What are you smiling about?" Zoro asked from beside her, his mug empty and waiting for a refill.

"Nothing in particular," Robin lied. Zoro shrugged it off and, soon enough, the party dwindled to nothing.

Like Grace and Coby, Robin didn't get much sleep that night, if only because her favorite genre of entertainment simply refused to stop. Not that she complained.

Not one bit.

Fin

Notes: No Pregananant, only breed.

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