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(Nami POV)
Three weeks had passed since the start of her and Robin's new relationship and in that time the former thief couldn't be more happy.
No longer having to tax herself with suppressing her libido both female Strawhats finally had a proper outlet for their sexual needs.
Almost every night that passed now aboard the Thousand Sunny the two pirates spent in bed together exploring each other's bodies. The possibility of her moans being heard through the ship's walls filling her with both fear and excitement.
Robin easing her anxiety by having Franky soundproof their room. The lie of needing to block out the sound of the boy's own noise enough to convince the cyborg.
They'd christened the room that same night, the redhead's voice growing hoarse from the screams of pleasure her older lover pulled from her.
She woke up early the next morning, her face laid against one of Robin's large breasts, her shorter body curled against her new lover's side.
Burying her face further into the ravenette's generous bosom the redhead felt herself fade, a true feeling of satisfaction helping lull her to sleep.
(Robin POV)
Robin was wide awake, staring blankly at the black void of the room, a deep feeling of frustration keeping her up.
It had been three long weeks since she had started her illicit affair with her crew's navigator. Things had started off swimmingly; from the emotional weight lifted from her shoulders after sharing the story of her incarceration to the sexual excitement she got from exploring the younger woman's nubile body everything seemed great.
Right?
It took little over a week for the honeymoon period to pass and the detailed reality of their relationship to become apparent to her.
Despite the taboo, excitement, and passion of their initial sessions as more time passed Robin realized they just were not sexually compatible. While far from being a prude Nami proved to be rather hardline in her preferences; key example being her aversion towards penetration.
The redhead uncomfortable with the addition of any sex toy, no matter the size, into the bedroom.
Robin theorized that Nami still had unresolved trauma from her time under the marines that evolved into her current phallophobia.
Given her own past Robin decided not to push the issue. Continuing their secret sexual liaison under her terms.
Unfortunately as more time passed the more sexually frustrated the Oharan became. While more than skilled enough at this point to make her cum Nami's trained lips, tongue, and fingers could only do so much. Her body simply craved more.
She'd tried often to find time for herself to indulge and fulfill her needs but her new relationship made this impossible. Any possible intimate time inside their quarters occupied with more unfulfilling sex between the two that lead to the present; Nami holding her tightly as she drifted to sleep.
Taking a deep breath Robin closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep; her mind racing as a plan formed.
(Several Days Later)
(Middle of the Night: Aboard the Thousand Sunny)
Stumbling through the cabin doorway Nami cooed into her lover's mouth. Her tongue rubbing against her own, sending pleasurable vibrations down her body that made her legs feel weak.
Lightly pushing her onto the soft mattress of their large bed the tall ravenette flashed her a charming smile before she started undoing the younger woman's tight pants.
She was surprised at Robin's forwardness. She'd planned on visiting Robin later tonight given her shift on guard was directly after hers (1). The Oharan easing her mind, explaining how she'd "bloomed" an extra pairs of eyes to cover her shift.
Reclining against one of her soft pillows Nami closed her eyes in anticipation for the Archeologist's skilled mouth.
If she would have kept them open a second longer the former thief would've noticed the subtle flicker of Robin's body, the curvy duplicate's creator's focus clearly wavering.
The Real Robin was in the crow's nest, Nami and her decoy of a clone the furthest thing from her mind as she furiously masturbated.
"Mmmmmpppphhh!"
Stark-naked on all fours, both hands covering her mouth, Robin muffled her cries. A perfect replica of the woman kneeling behind her, strap-on firmly attached to it's waist as she thrust into her creator.
As the false member pierced deep and deeper with every clone thrust Robin felt an orgasm build up. Feeling her double lean over her, groping her tits while kissing her neck Robin ordered it quicken its pace. Her moans growing louder as she felt the dildo start to pound away at the entrance to her womb. One more forceful thrusts from her clone being all it took to push her over the edge.
A faint squeal escaped her fingers as she came on the fake dick. Her juices forming a small puddle on the floor.
"CREEEEEEEK!"
Jolted back to life at the sound the two sets of blue eyes widened at the sight of the man in the open doorway.
It was almost poetic that in Robin's own search for relief that now she found herself the one completely exposed to her nakama.
Said crewmate's body frozen in place as he took in every intimate detail of the archeologist's perverse, ability-derived, self-gratification.
She's been caught red-handed.
Chapter 8 End
(1)- Nami is a little bit clingy
Long awaited 8th chapter officially in the books. Sorry it's so short but I needed a quick, connective chapter to set things up. My writing spark has been back recently so I'm going to crank out more chapters for this and my side story Lemon Saga: Interludes (for my Robin lovers checkout Ch.3) before the end of the year.
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