Shades of Red and Green

Hey everyone. I bring you another Zoro/Nami one shot, and be warned...this one is about as NC-17 as it gets. School has been crazy so I haven't had time to write much so the next Stripped Bare chapter hasn't even been started. I hope that in the meantime, you'll enjoy this fic written for the 30_lemons community at LJ.

Thanks nimblnymph for your betaing skills!

Prompt: Out-of-control sex

Animal Inside

As she entered the room she was oblivious to his tall form hidden among the shadows. She walked to her desk and switched on a light that did little more than illuminate her workspace and the nearby bed, but she didn’t sit down to begin working on her maps.

She was beautiful in the soft light, auburn hair framing her face and her tight clothes clinging to her curves. The scene would have been perfect except for the smile gracing her lips; the smile that hadn’t been caused by her captain’s joking or foolish behavior. It had been caused by that arrogant chain-smoking cook, and Zoro hated it.

He had seen them together in the kitchen, neither one of them aware they were being watched. Sanji’s advances on Nami were a regular occurrence, and usually she brushed them off. But tonight had been different. She had giggled as he kissed her hand, batted long eyelashes as he complimented her, swirled the drink he had made her around in the glass while biting her lip and giving him a good view of the cleavage revealed by her V-neck shirt. She crossed her legs in such a way that it made her short skirt ride up even higher and Sanji took the opportunity to gawk at her slender thighs.

She was actually flirting with the bastard and Zoro would not tolerate it. She was obviously forgetting who it was that would make her cry out in the middle of the night, who knew just what her body needed and gave it to her without fail. He had claimed Nami first, and though Zoro was not the jealous type, it bothered him that the navigator had chosen to wander-that perhaps she thought Sanji could give her something that Zoro couldn’t.

Rather than confront the cook and pick a fight, although he would probably do that later anyway, the legendary swordsman had chosen a different route. Apparently Nami needed to be reminded of just what Zoro could do for her, and that he didn’t appreciate her looking elsewhere for satisfaction.

Her taupe eyes immediately snapped towards him as he emerged from the shadows, her smile faded into a wary expression. “Zoro? What are you doing here?”

He advanced towards her, the shadows on his face making his expression hard to read. “I saw you with him,” he stated simply, his voice throaty and low. He knew he didn’t have to explain further when Nami’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She knew she had been caught.

She recovered quickly, eyes narrowing as her hands came to her hips in a defiant stance. “Who I spend my time with is none of your business.”

Zoro let out an amused sound as dark eyes scanned her face. She was unnerved by his presence, although she did her best to hide it under a layer of irritated exasperation. She was clever and cunning, and the swordsman liked that about her, but there was no lie she could conjure that would make Zoro believe her interactions with Sanji were purely innocent.

“He can’t give you what you need. You know that,” he replied, coming to stand so close to her that their bodies were nearly touching. He was much taller, broader, physically bigger than her in every way but she did not shrink away from his towering form.

“Maybe I need more than you think,” Nami spat, voice instantly turning acidic. “Maybe I want someone sophisticated, someone who will bring me roses and do nice things for me.”

Zoro chuckled at her words. Perhaps she did yearn for sentimental romance, but he was more inclined to believe it was a hastily constructed lie.

“So if he brings you a dozen roses, makes you dinner and calls you beautiful, what then?” he asked. “Are you going to show him the animal in you? Do you think he can handle it? Satisfy it? Or are you going to remain tame and sacrifice that darker side of you for the sake of a little romance?”

“I…I would…Sanji is…oh, what do you know?” she sputtered, flustered by the swordsman’s surprisingly insightful remark. She didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know how to admit that when it came to the bedroom, she was a different person. She was wild and carnal, dirty and insatiable, and deep down she knew that she would never show that side to Sanji.

Without a witty retort to throw back in his face, she turned on her heel and began to stalk out of the room. She had only walked a step or two when a large hand wrapped around her wrist and jerked her back. She found herself flush against Zoro’s chest, her bosom pressed against hard pectorals.

“I know more about you than you think,” he rasped, looking down into her startled brown eyes. His arm snaked around her waist as he began to walk her backwards towards the bed. “I know that if you had a choice between roses or being tied down to the bed and fucked hard, you would choose sex every time. I know that the nastier I talk to you in bed, the wetter you get, and Sanji’s sweet words and poems would never turn you on the same way.”

His dark eyes seemed to be looking past her face and into her very being, seeing all the depraved secrets he was describing. It was unnerving, disturbing, strangely arousing, but Nami still hated that he was right.

“Maybe I’m just tired of you playing rough all the time,” she hissed, trying to push away from him and escape his grasp. “Maybe I want someone to hold me gently for once.”

She shoved him hard, but her efforts did little more that draw a chuckle from the green haired man. With ease, he flipped her around and pushed her forward against the bed. She bent at the waist, face pressed against the mattress while her feet remained on the floor. The position made her skirt ride up and her bottom was left sticking out in quite a compromising position. She struggled to right herself but she felt the warm weight of his body covering hers, his pelvis pressed to her rear and his torso settling over her back.

His breath tickled her neck as he whispered into her ear. “I might actually believe you if I hadn’t seen how you react when I play rough. You always come the hardest when I hold you down and pound into you and we both know you fucking love it.”

Nami’s breath caught as he shifted against her, his muscular body pressed so close that she couldn’t help but remember all the times he had easily pinned her down in a variety of positions and pleasured her senseless. She couldn’t deny that when he took control and fucked her hard and fast and dirty she enjoyed every minute. When she was with him something happened inside her; a caged animal she hadn’t even known resided within her was released. She was afraid to bare those teeth and claws at anyone else, afraid of what a hopeless romantic like Sanji would say if she told him she liked it when she was tied up and forced to beg.

“You think that idiot cook can give you what you need?” Zoro whispered mockingly as his hand glided down her side to grab a handful of toned cheek beneath her skirt. “If you walk away from me, I won’t chase you. But I guarantee that when he is making love to you soft and slow and tender, you’ll miss me.”

Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it back down hard on the smooth skin, extracting a sharp cry from his captive.

“You like that don’t you?” he chuckled, hand rubbing soothingly over the abused skin. “Do you think Sanji would do that to you? Do you think he’d spank you for being a bad girl?”

His hand lifted and came down again, making her whimper as the pain triggered a familiar heat between her legs. She squirmed beneath him, trying halfheartedly to throw him off but her breath was already starting to come in irregular gasps as desire took over.

“Answer me,” he growled roughly, spanking her again even harder. “Would he do this to you?”

“No, he wouldn’t,” she finally conceded with a whimper, knowing that the blond cook was more likely to treat her slender body as if it were made of glass than to strike her.

Zoro smirked triumphantly as he lifted himself off of her, keeping his hips pressed close to hers as his hands wandered down her back and to her skirt. Callused hands found their way to her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh before sliding her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. He was graced with the view of two firm cheeks, bisected by the flimsy string of a red satin thong.

“Sanji wouldn’t know what to do with an animal like you,” Zoro mused, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and jerking them over her hips and down her legs. He took great pleasure in her gasp as cool air washed over her exposed sex and nudged her legs further apart with the toe of his boot until she was in a wide stance.

“You’re a prick,” she hissed defiantly, doing her best to look over her shoulder even though her position didn’t allow her much mobility. “You’re just jealous of the fact I’m interested in another man.”

“I’ve never been very good at sharing,” Zoro admitted with a deep growl. That was an understatement because the reality was the thought of Nami naked beneath Sanji’s wandering hands made him tense with anger. “But that pretty boy cook can’t give you what I can.”

“That’s for me to decide,” Nami spat, trying to ignore the soft throb at the juncture of her thighs. His hands felt so good, running over her exposed bottom and the fact that she was helpless to get away secretly excited her.

Zoro responded to her angry words with a dark chuckle. It appeared he’d have to remind the woman why she continued to come back to him night after night, do all the dirty things to her that she’d never ask of Sanji.

“Spread your pussy,” he commanded, his low voice carrying the promise of punishment for disobedience.

He felt Nami go still beneath him as she processed his words. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t keep me waiting.”

As sexy as it was to be dominated by the ex-pirate hunter, Nami’s prideful nature wouldn’t let him get away with such requests without putting up some sort of a fight. “You arrogant son of a bitch! What gives you the right to—”

Her rant was quickly cut off when he wound one hand through her hair and pulled her head upwards into an uncomfortable position. His harsh treatment was soon juxtaposed with the heated kisses he pressed to her shoulder and neck.

“Don’t make me punish you,” he rumbled, his chest vibrating with the low tones and making Nami shiver pleasantly. “Show me your little pink pussy.”

The dark and dangerous tone of his voice alone made Nami’s sex quiver, the muscles contracting sharply in a primal response, but she was never one to give him what he wanted so easily. It was part of the fun, the rules of the hunt, and Nami was starting to realize Zoro was right. Sanji would never understand something like this.

“Go to hell,” she whispered, her fiery spirit refusing to be dominated so quickly.

The green haired man had expected something like this. His little navigator always made him work for his prize, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He shoved her face back down into the mattress before returning his hands to her bare ass. He felt the firm skin beneath his hands, keeping her waiting in breathless anticipation for a moment before spanking her again. The resounding smack of his palm against her flesh split the air, followed by her soft cry. He repeated the action on the opposite cheek, his strikes hard enough to leave bright red hand prints on her pale skin. Every spank drew whimpers and cries from his captive, but Zoro could tell they were not entirely sounds of pain. The breathy gasps tinted her sobs with pleasure.

Every time his hand connected with her ass, a sharp stab of pleasure shot through Nami’s core. She could feel the hot need between her legs begin to manifest in slick moisture, betraying just how much she enjoyed being punished. Her petite body trembled under every strike, the pain and pleasure assaulting her senses, but soon her stinging cheeks were raw and red and the pain began to overshadow the warm pulse in her core. Only then did she relent.

“Zoro, stop,” she whimpered into the sheets. “I’ll show you…so please…”

He immediately suspended his assault, smirking at the way her voice trembled with need, at the way she was submitting to him. No matter how many times they played this game, it still thrilled him.

His palms rubbed over her ass soothingly, easing the sting of his hand-shaped welts as her own hands slipped between her legs. With fingers on each side of her slit, she spread her sex apart, revealing intricate folds of velvety pink flesh, all slicked over with the proof of her desire. At the center of her flower was her tight, weeping hole, and if he looked closely, he could watch it contract with her every breath, pulsing slightly like a living thing, inviting him to fill up the void inside her. His own arousal spiked, causing his half-hard cock to suddenly strain against the dark fabric of his pants.

“It looks like you’re already soaked,” he whispered smugly. “I bet Sanji wouldn’t know how to react if he saw the way you get off on pain.”

Unsure of what to say, Nami kept quiet, biting her lip as embarrassment and arousal flooded her. She was so exposed, bent over in this humiliating position, and she could feel Zoro’s eyes on her, taking in the sight of her soaked pussy. She was so hot that it was almost unbearable, too aroused to remain sane without some sort of stimulation.

“I did what you wanted, so hurry up and fuck me,” she demanded, unable to do more than turn her head to the side since her hands were occupied.

Zoro’s eyes never strayed from her sex as he traced the perimeter of her opening with his thumb. The flesh was hot and wet, pulsing under his digit, and though his touch was soft, it was enough to make Nami moan. She shivered, her hips rocking back against his hand as she sought greater fulfillment, and Zoro had to chuckle at her eagerness and the raw need in her voice.

“Look at you…you’re pussy is soaked and all I did was spank you,” he rasped, his voice betraying both his amusement and desire. “So you think Sanji’s soft caresses and kisses could ever get you wet so fast?”

“I’ll never know until I give him a try,” she replied, some of the retort’s bite lost since she spoke with a shuddering moan. Even so, the comment got a rise out of him and she knew damn well that had not been the answer he had been looking for.

Zoro’s free hand went to the fly of his pants and he tugged down the zipper with a growl. Nami was baiting him and it was working, but he didn’t care. He would make sure that by the time he was done with her, she’d be too satisfied to consider seeking sex from anyone else.

His cock sprang free from its confines, thick and hot and throbbing, and he longed to bury his length deep inside her wet heat, but first she had to show him how bad she wanted it.

Nami’s skin tingled, her body wound tight with anticipation at the sound his pants unzipping. It seemed like an eternity before she felt him against her thigh and she moaned impatiently, fingers stretching her pussy a little wider as she tried to align their bodies.

Zoro gripped her hips in large hands and pressed his pelvis forward so she was pinned against the bed, unable to move as his cock slid over sopping wet folds. The contact made them both moan, and her hips jerked in his grasp as he stimulated her sensitized skin. She was so wet and hot, her sex practically dripping with that sweet honey Zoro couldn’t get enough of. He could smell her, spicy and pungent, and her musky scent made him growl in primal pleasure. He began to pump his hips against her, cock dragging back and fourth over her sex, grinding against her juicy core but never actually penetrating her.

Nami’s nerve endings burned as liquid fire immediately coursed through her veins. He felt so good, his hard cock throbbing against her, rubbing over her clit every now and then to amplify the voltage of the electric pleasure sizzling up and down her spine. His hands held her still, controlling her, and she moaned wantonly at the sensation of being held down and pleasured.

His rhythm was maddening slow, his cock gliding over her drenched pussy over and over with practically no friction. Nami waited for him to enter her, to full up the aching void but he continued to deny her greater stimulation.

“Zoro,” she panted, hands shifting away from her sex. “I want you inside of me.”

The green haired man immediately moved to grip both her wrists and jerked her hands back towards her molten core. “Keep your pussy spread,” he ordered, continuing to move only when she had once again pulled her outer lips wide apart.

She whimpered in frustration, unable to move against him or even look over her shoulder at him. Her womb ached to be filled, her inner muscles rhythmically contracting as they searched for something to clamp on to and draw in deeper to fill the void. “Zoro…I need you so bad. Put it in!”

The swordsman could hear the desperation creeping into her voice. She was beginning to break under the sweet torture, body winning out over her mind as lust consumed her. He loved watching her fall apart beneath him, and wanted her to acknowledge his control over her, to admit that she loved it when he broke her down.

“Look at you, such a dirty little thing” he marveled, his voice low and guttural. “You’re begging for my cock and you like it. Sanji would never make you beg, would he? He’d worship you’re body, treat you like a princess, but that’s not really what your body craves, is it?”

“No,” she moaned as he sex contracted sharply at Zoro’s voice. The low register his voice took on in the bedroom was so damn sexy, especially when he was talking dirty. It was true, she loved fighting for what she wanted because it was all the more rewarding when Zoro finally gave it to her. He built her desire up until she was wild with lust, animalistic in her passion and then always managed to tame her, bridling her hungry need with his own. But Sanji would never torture her like this. He would be sweet and gentle and wonderful, but he could never whip her into the impassioned frenzy that made sex with Zoro so addictive.

“What you want is to be fucked hard, isn’t it? You don’t want to make love or even have sex. You want me to fuck your pretty little brains out.”

“Yes,” Nami cried wantonly, the slick slide of his cock against her sex making her crazy. Her legs trembled, her pussy throbbed, her fingers shook as she kept herself spread for him. “Please, Zoro! Fuck me! I can’t take it anymore!”

His lips curled into a devilish grin. She was so sexy when she begged. She was usually so headstrong and independent, and seeing her like this, pleading that he take her, gave him a heady rush of power, fanned the flame of his desire every time she submitted.

“As you wish,” he smiled, his voice a husky whisper as he pulled away just long enough to position himself before slamming forward. His cock sunk into her body right up to the hilt, extracting a pleasured scream from the navigator. Nami forgot all about Zoro’s orders to keep herself spread for him and her hands fell to the bed to twist desperately in the sheets as red hot pleasure stabbed through her like one of his katana. Her lover was too distracted to berate her, his own body assaulted by sensations so intense they caused him to throw his head back in abandon. Her body was tight and blazing hot, her arousal coating him like an exotic oil, allowing him to slide smoothly against her inner walls.

“”Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth as his fingers grasped her slender hips hard enough to bruise. She was paradise, perfect and heavenly, and the thought of Sanji taking his place, of him filling her sweet pussy just like Zoro was now was enough to make him growl aloud. He would not share her. He would make certain that she never wanted anyone else.

He began to move, immediately setting a rapid pace and smirked when Nami sobbed with pleasure. He pounded into her deep and hard, his entire length encased inside her until his balls slapped against her moistened flesh. His hands pulled her hips back to meet each thrust and every time he surged forward and the toned cheeks of her ass jiggled from the impact in the most enticing way. She was mewling, howling, arching her back as she pressed up onto her forearms, finally able to look over her shoulder at him now that her hands were free. Her expression was one of pure lust, her taupe colored eyes hazy and hungry. Her sweet little mouth was parted as her lips moved to form different shapes with every pleasured sound.

He met her gaze, his mouth forming a wicket grin as he spoke. “You like this, don’t you Nami? You like taking my cock from behind?”

The red headed woman moaned her approval, her voice shaken and broken by her own harsh breaths and the force of him slamming into her.

“You’re so dirty,” Zoro continued, his voice a rumbling growl. “So dirty and so fucking sexy. I could fuck you like this all night.”

Nami moaned again, the sound low and long and incoherent. But when the swordsman gave her ass another good spanking, her voice immediately spiraled several octaves higher. Zoro would have chuckled at her response, but he was momentarily consumed by a rush of raw pleasure as he felt her sex contract around him sharply. His breath caught in his chest as she squeezed him tight, and when he spanked the opposite cheek, he was greeted with a similar response. Every slap to her ass made her tighten up around him. Combined with her keening cries, it was a testament to just how wild she was.

“I can tell how much you like that,” he growled. “I can fucking feel it around my cock, Nami. You get off on being bent over and spanked like the naughty girl you are. Do you really think Sanji would ever fuck your sweet pussy while spanking you? He wouldn’t know what to do with a wildcat like you.”

As much as he wanted to pound into her until he reached completion, he could tell she was close to the brink and did not want to reward her so soon. He abruptly pulled out of her, smirking at her frustrated whimpers as he denied her further stimulation. He walked past her to the head of the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots as he went. He met her eyes when his hands went to the waistband of his pants and found her expression to be both hungry and curious. With a devilish smile, he pushed his pants over his hips, ridding himself of all clothing except for the bandana tied around his bicep. He never looked away from her hazy brown eyes as he sat down on the bed, settling back comfortably against the headboard as his hand went to the thick erection jutting out proudly from between his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his length and began to pump slowly, ministrations aided by the slick juices still covering his cock.

Nami’s eyes followed his movements and she ached for him to be buried inside her once more. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be filled and she brought a hand to the juncture of her legs, hoping to ease some of the maddening pressure when Zoro stopped her. “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he growled. “The only one that gets to play with your pussy is me.”

Nami bit her lip in frustrated anger, knowing that to disobey or to argue would probably result in more punishment. There had been times when he had teased her sensitized body until she was on the verge of tears before satisfying her wholly and completely. He never left her unfulfilled, but sometimes he would push her to her limits before letting her climax.

“I see how you’re looking at my cock,” he chuckled. “You want it don’t you?”

Nami knew her desire was obvious, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of begging for it. She gave him the best glare she could muster as she tried to ignore the painful throb between her thighs, but the effect was ruined by the fact she was panting hard and her eyes still burned with raw lust for him.

Zoro smirked at her attempted defiance. If there was one thing the swordsman liked, it was a challenge, and Nami was never one to break easily. Although they both knew from the start who would win this little game they played, the navigator fought well, trying her best to hold out against his potent sexuality. Even if her body craved him, her sex slicked and ready, her mind would sometimes resist much longer. Her futile opposition made her defeat that much sweeter in the end, but he supposed neither of them could really lose. Raw, fulfilling sex seemed like a winning situation no matter how you looked at it.

She was still watching his hand pump his shaft, her body practically trembling with need as she remained standing at the foot of the bed. Zoro fixed his fiery gaze upon her, drawn to the way her tongue darted out to trace the fullness of her lower lip. Without slowing his ministrations, he crooked the finger of his unoccupied hand and beckoned her closer as he huskily whispered, “Come here.”

Nami’s eyes flicked to his face, but she did not move. She seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of pleasure and pride, of whether his hands on her would be as sweet as being in control for just a little while.

“Nami,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that if she didn’t come to him of her own volition, he would make her come. His dark eyes smoldered, burning her skin with his gaze, and the red headed woman decided that if he had to come after her, he was going to punish her in a way far less enjoyable than spankings. If he held her down and teased her already sensitized body, Nami didn’t think she’d be able to endure it.

Finally, she moved onto the bed, crawling slowly towards him on her hands and knees. Zoro’s lips twisted into a wry smile at her obedience. His hand left his cock to thread into auburn strands and pulled her head gently, but firmly into his lap. “Suck me,” he ordered, voice raspy and low as he tried not to shiver when her warm breath blew over the tip of his manhood.

Nami allowed him to guide her down to his cock, the muscles of her core involuntarily clenching at his whispered command. She parted her lips around his thick shaft and allowed him to press her down until his entire length was encased in the warm wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck,” the swordsman groaned, rolling his hips against her face as his hand in her hair kept her from pulling away. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, Nami.”

The red head moaned against the meaty shaft as she savored his texture and taste. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, taste the musky flavor of the precum that had leaked from the tip. The flavor was tainted with the tang of her own body’s juices that had slicked his cock, but somehow the knowledge that she was licking her own arousal from him made it all the more erotic. She loved the feel of him, loved the way his breath hitched as she swirled her tongue around his tip. He was still very much in control and his firm grip on her hair ensured she knew it, but she loved the way she could make him moan her name.

She began to bob her head up and down while sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock. She could feel him inhale sharply before releasing his breath in a long, low groan. His pleasured sounds made her core pulse hotly and she almost whimpered as the empty ache between her legs intensified. She brought one hand to the drenched lips of her pussy, hoping he was distracted enough to let her rub her clit as she sucked him.

Unfortunately, years of intensive training ensured that Zoro was always aware of his surroundings, even when a pair of pouty pink lips were wrapped around his cock. He tugged on her hair, pulling her off of his manhood abruptly as he growled, “What did I tell you about touching yourself?”

“Then stop being such a goddamn tease!” Nami seethed. The throbbing in her core was making her mad, the ache bordering on pain as her body craved his cock filling her deep and hard.

Zoro smirked at her outburst while the fingers that had previously held a firm grip on her hair ran through the strands lovingly.

“Do you hate being teased?” he asked. “Sanji would never tease you like this. He would give you everything you needed if you asked. But I have to wonder, is that what you really want?”

Nami said nothing, growing still as his fingers moved softly over her cheek and traced her jawbone. As agonizing as it sometimes was playing the game by Zoro’s rules, it was a game she had come to adore.

“He would also never demand that you take off your shirt and give him a tit fuck with that amazing rack of yours,” he whispered huskily as his smile turned wicked. “But I would.”

“W-what?” Nami stammered as his hand fell to the hem of her shirt and inched it up to reveal her flat stomach.

“You heard me,” Zoro growled. “Loose the shirt. I want my cock between those luscious tits.”

For a moment, the navigator considered telling him off and leaving. She was sick of being denied release, but at the same time, she loved the way he gave her orders in his sexy baritone voice. She knew he had always admired her impressive bust, but had never requested this before and she was a little curious.

Hesitantly, she crossed her arms over her chest as her hands grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. Zoro’s eyes watched hungrily as her pale flesh was revealed, her full breasts encased in a lacy red bra the same color as her discarded panties. Nami reached around to undo the clasp and let the garment fall away from her, letting her breasts free of their confines with a slight bounce.

Zoro’s hands came up to cup the soft globes, thumbs running over coral colored nipples until they tightened into hard little points. Nami’s head fell back as she whimpered at the electric sensations that shot through her body and resonated in her core, making her squirm as he only compounded the tingling heat pooling there.

Satisfied by her response, Zoro released her breasts and reclined back against the pillows. He looked absolutely delicious, a dark and dangerous vision as hard muscle flexed beneath taunt skin. The scar across his chest betrayed the perilous lifestyle he led, but his sculpted body called to her, making her want to disregard his commands and impale herself on his manhood instead. However, she was in no mood for further punishment, and obediently knelt before him, letting his cock rest in the valley of her breasts. She cupped the full globes in her own hands and pressed them together against his shaft, burying him in bountiful cleavage as she began to rock back and fourth.

“Fuck yeah,” Zoro moaned, loving how his own smooth hardness was surrounded by the silky softness of her bust. She was sweating just enough to allow his cock to slide smoothly against her skin. It was different than being in her mouth or her pussy, but just as pleasurable, and the way she was watching him as she moved against his cock made his length twitch against her. Her expression was hungry, wanton. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was mussed and the sight of his thick cock thrusting between those amazing tits was both naughty and oh so sexy. And then she did something that made Zoro’s molten desire burn even hotter. Every time his tip emerged between her bare breasts, she lowered her head and licked at the head, drinking up his musky essence as she rubbed against him.

Zoro let out a rumbling growl, loving how her eyes never strayed from his even as her tongue slicked over the head of his shaft.

“You like the taste of my cock,” he said, his words almost an accusation. “I bet you’d like the taste of my come even more.”

Nami’s only response was a deep moan as her mouth closed around his tip to suckle him softly.

Zoro hissed in pleasure, his breath escaping through clenched teeth at the dual sensations of her hot mouth and soft breasts.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth or should I fill up your tight little pussy?”

The navigator let his manhood slide free of her mouth with a wet slurp, fixing her taupe colored gaze on Zoro’s face. “You know where I want it. Just put it inside me already!”

He chuckled as he placed two fingers under her chin, applying just enough pressure to lift her head and guide her lips to his. He kissed her deeply, tasting his own bitter musk on her tongue. He plundered her fully, exploring every crevice of her sweet mouth. When he broke away she was panting hard and Zoro finally decided he had pushed her far enough.

“If you want my come, you’re going to have to earn it,” he rasped heatedly. “I want you to ride my cock hard until I explode inside you.”

Nami was only too happy to grant his request after being denied stimulation for so long. She braced her hands on his shoulders and straddled his thighs while gazing into his dark eyes, preparing to sink onto his length.

However, it seemed that Zoro had other ideas.

“Not like that,” he growled. “Turn around. I want to watch my cock fuck you.”

The red head quirked an eyebrow at him, and if she wasn’t so desperate for his shaft to be buried deep inside her, she might have protested.

“You fucking pervert,” she hissed as she repositioned herself, allowing Zoro to scoot down so he was lying flat on the bed. She was once more straddling his hips, only now she was facing his feet, giving him the perfect view of her soaking wet hole.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love it,” he sneered. “You get off on this just as much as I do.”

Nami knew Zoro was right. She could call him a sick freak, a bastard, but that didn’t change the fact that he made her wetter than any other lover ever had. She loved the dirty things he did to her, requested of her, and she knew anything she did with Sanji would seem terribly plain in comparison to wild romps with the green haired swordsman.

She lifted her hips, reaching between their bodies to grasp his cock, his skin hot and smooth against her trembling fingertips. She aligned their bodies and whimpered aloud when his head bumped against the moist flesh of her sex. Eagerly, she sank downward on his shaft and threw her head back as a guttural moan fell from her lips. The delicious feeling of being stretched and filled felt even better after enduring Zoro’s torture and a burning rush of pleasure ran through her as she took him into her body as deep as he could go.

A masculine moan mingled with feminine as her partner felt slick walls contract around his sensitive length, squeezing him as if her pussy meant to keep him inside indefinitely. Zoro couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her tight hole devouring his cock. In one fluid movement she engulfed him fully and began to bounce up and down with unbridled enthusiasm. Hot, wet flesh slid along his shaft, her body gripping him tight, and Zoro’s hands went to her ass, spreading her wider so he could admire the view.

“That’s it Nami, ride me hard. Your tight pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned in agreement. “You feel so fucking good!”

She leaned forward, further exposing the place where they were joined and braced her hands on the mattress. She began raising her hips high and crashing back down on him, impaling herself deep enough to make her cry out every time. White hot pleasure tore through her as her sex was roughly filled, and Nami knew the monster inside her was starting to show. The side she kept locked away was breaking free, manifesting in carnal lust and raw passion.

“Zoro,” she moaned wildly as her tempo increased, her hips pumping hard and fast as his cock filled her over and over.

“Mmm yeah,” he growled, hands assisting in slamming her back down on his throbbing length. “Work that pussy, you naughty little animal. Fuck me good!”

He could no longer refrain from bucking his hips up to meet her, forcing her ragged moans to spiral higher in pitch as he pounded into her. The sight of her soaking flesh enveloping him was the most wonderfully erotic thing he’s ever seen, and her perfect ass jiggled in time to her wild movement. He gave one toned globe a good squeeze before lifting his hand and bringing it back down hard. The resounding smack mixed with the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh as well as her soft gasp and his husky moan as her sex rippled around him. He spanked her again, loving the way her pussy responded by flexing against his hardness. He could actually see her tight pink hole contract, her juices leaking out and running down his cock to dampen the tuft of course green hair at the base.

“Fuck,” he breathed again, unable to hold out much longer against Nami’s wild riding. “I’m going to come. I’m gonna come deep in your pussy.”

“Do it,” Nami moaned, looking over her shoulder. “Fill me up!”

Zoro felt his balls tighten, and couldn’t help a strangled moan as the pressure within him was released in a series of searing pulsations, the pleasure tearing through his body as he erupted deep inside the woman atop him. He watched Nami’s mouth fall open and her eyes squeeze shut as she felt his release splash inside her womb while his cock twitched violently against her inner walls. He shuddered beneath her, gripping her ass hard as his hips bucked up irregularly. Every muscle in his body tensed, strung taught by the current of pleasure running through him. At last he collapsed back on to the mattress, breathing hard as he looked first at the place where they remained joined, and then at Nami’s face still looking at him over her shoulder.

“Show me the stuff.”

The navigator didn’t have to ask what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he had asked to see the remains of his release inside her. The first time she had been embarrassed, but now she just smiled wryly. “You’re a sick bastard,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath.

Zoro chuckled as she lifted her hips, letting his softening erection slide free. Immediately a stream of milky liquid poured from her, dripping onto his stomach and the sheets.

“You’re just as sick as I am,” he smiled, bringing his thumbs to her pussy lips to spread her wider. “You get off on this.”

Nami said nothing as she watched his enraptured expression, knowing she couldn’t argue. He was right. She loved the way he was staring at her pussy, loved the knowledge that he had just filled her up with his come. It was dirty and naughty and oh so scandalous, but she couldn’t get enough of him.

Zoro could see that the pink flesh had taken on an iridescent sheen, the proof that his desire now coated her inner walls. The muscles deep within her pussy contracted, and she shivered when his thumbs spread her even wider. She was still too responsive to his touches and it could only mean one thing.

“You didn’t come, did you?”

Nami bit her lip and gave a slight shake of her head. “I was so close, but—”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence before she found herself on her back, head near the foot of the bed and Zoro hovering over her. Even after an intense orgasm, he was still lightning fast and just as strong as before, able to easily maneuver her smaller body just where he wanted it.

“Still think Sanji can give you what you need?” he said with a devilish smile, lowering his body onto hers. She gasped as hard muscle rubbed against soft curves and she instinctively hooked a toned leg over the back of his thigh.

Rather than answer him, her hand when to the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Her lips sought his hungrily, desperately, but to her surprise, he took control, letting the interaction become slow, languid, tender. Though his touch had turned gentle, it turned on the red headed woman just as much. When he disengaged, his lips trailed over her neck and to her ear, his breath hot on her sensitive skin.

“Answer me Nami. Are you still going to go to him? Because if you do, I think you’re going to leave disappointed.”

“Those are big words coming from someone who didn’t even get me off,” she teased, trying not to shiver in delight as his teeth grazed her earlobe.

His lips quirked into a smile at her words.

“Do you really think I’m through with you? I’ve only just begun.”

Before she could reply, Zoro had grabbed one leg and slung it over his shoulder in another astonishing display of speed, spreading her wide as his hips settled in the moist juncture of her thighs. His member was already half hard and still covered with the remains of their previous romp, and the way he rubbed the slick length over her clit made her tremble.

Nami whimpered at the stimulation to her sensitized pearl. Her body still ached for release and she could tell Zoro was intent on teasing her more before he fulfilled her.

“You never answered me,” he growled down at her, admiring the view of his flushed lover, already panting and writhing under his touch. “Are you still finding me lacking?”

When she didn’t answer, he slowed his movements so his cock dragged over her clit at an agonizingly slow pace. Nami moaned in frustration, trying to buck up against him to increase the friction, but it was no use.

Already worn down by her need for release, the navigator finally broke. Her hands grasped at his forearms, nails scraping his skin as she finally said the words he’d needed to hear. They were broken by needy gasps as his hips continued their merciless grind against her.

“I won’t go to him,” she panted. “I won’t flirt with him anymore. You’re the only one who can give me what I need so please stop teasing me!”

A satisfied smirk spread over Zoro’s features. His cock throbbed at her words, growing hard at the thought that he would be the only one getting her between the sheets. His goal had been reached, his mission accomplished. Nami was his and only his. The only thing left was to reward her by pleasuring that perfect body that would only tremble under his touch.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, ceasing his teasing and instead pushing his hips forward, hissing in pleasure as slick flesh yielded to his now rock hard cock.

Nami let out a deep moan as she felt him fill her, but those moans quickly spiraled to screams as Zoro began to pound into her. He angled his hips just right so as to hit the sweet spot within and soon she was arching and writhing beneath him, her hands clawing at the sheets as she called out his name.

Zoro wouldn’t stop at bringing her to climax once, or even twice. Now that she was his alone, he would reward her decision by pleasuring her until she was too exhausted to move. She was beautiful and wild, exquisite as the animal in her took over, making her whisper things so dirty an observer would find it hard to believe she was the same woman who calmly navigated the ship. He would have it no other way. Nobody aroused him the way she did. Nobody had ever held his interest for so long. Nami would be his alone, and Zoro would never look at another woman the way he looked at his feisty little redhead. He would never tell her of the power she had over him, but for as long as she would have him, Zoro belonged to her, mind, body and soul.