Shades of Red and Green

Hello everyone. I know it's been a while since I posted some Zoro/Nami hotness so this is for all the One Piece fans out there. Thanks as usual to nimblnymph for betaing.

I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters.

Prompt: A Virgin's First Time

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Breaking Him In

Another island in the Grand Line. Another crazy adventure. As much as Zoro was enjoying his time as one of the Straw Hat Pirates, he had to admit that their adventures were all starting to blend together. Every place they visited had a new colorful cast of characters, usually including a diabolical villain or two, or at the very least, a member of the Marines who was set on defeating the crew while earning fame and glory in the process.

The crew of pirates had managed to remain undefeated, forging alliances with the native townspeople of nearly every place they visited. Their current location was no exception, although they had managed to skip any sort of battle or confrontation and had been able to restock their supplies and explore in peace.

Zoro couldn't even remember the name of where they were now and he didn't much care. All he knew was that these townsfolk liked to drink, making them the famous pirate hunter's kind of people. The village was known for the variety of brews they made on the island from the exotic grains it grew, and Zoro had to admit, they produced some mighty fine ale.

At first people of the town had been wary of the faces they had seen plastered all over numerous wanted posters. However, Luffy's charm won them over almost immediately and they eagerly listened to Usopp retell the tales of all the adventures they had had together.
Nobody needed to know that all of the sharp shooter's stories were highly embellished, although Luffy always called him out every time he referred to himself as "captain."

Tonight their entire crew was crowded into one of the many taverns on the island. Countless people had turned up for the party, eager to eat the food Sanji had agreed to prepare as well as listed to exciting stories and get another glimpse at these strange and wonderful people. Robin played games with the children, hiding a small paper crane in one of her many conjured hands and allowing them to try and guess which one really held it. Chopper was examining a man who had recently broken his leg while working. He claimed it continued to hurt, even after being set in a cast and Chopper tried to explain that if the man kept insisting to walk on the injury, it would take forever to heal. Franky passed up beer in favor of guzzling cola, laughing loudly and flexing his oversized forearms at the request of several giggling girls. Usopp and Luffy were currently telling the tale of how they had acquired Robin as a crew member after defeating Crocodile, the story enhanced by Luffy's brilliant miming of several scenes.

Zoro chatted with the bar tender amiably, downing mug after mug of the cold, foaming liquid. Nami sat beside him, laughing at her captain's comical displays as she chugged her own glass of beer. Zoro couldn't help but notice that her cheeks were flushed pink and she had begun to sway in her seat ever so slightly. It appeared that while Nami had many talents, holding her alcohol was not one of them.

A slender young woman sat down on Zoro's other side, brushing against him as she leaned in to ask the bartender for a drink. She caught the green haired man's gaze and batted her eyelashes demurely, letting her leg rub up against his suggestively.

"Hey there," she said with a seductive smile, leaning against him and pressing her ample breasts against his arm.

"Hello," Zoro replied shortly, taking another swig and draining his mug yet again.

"If this place gets a little crowded for you, I know somewhere we can go if you're looking for a good time," she breathed continuing to rub up against him shamelessly.

The swordsman wasn't sure if she was a prostitute or if she was simply too drunk, too lonely or a little of both. It didn't really matter because Zoro didn't care. He had no intention of going anywhere with a woman who was so forward.

"I'm afraid you're asking the wrong man," he answered. "You might have better luck asking that idiot with the curly eyebrows over there."

He gestured in Sanji's direction, but she seemed uninterested in the cook. Her hand found its way into his lap and squeezing what lay beneath his pants zipper. Zoro nearly jumped out of his seat in his surprise and haste to get away. A faint pink tinge flushed his cheeks at the fact a totally stranger had molested him in the presence of countless people. There was so much commotion going on in the noisy little pub that nobody seemed to notice his strange behavior.

"Come on," the raven haired woman coaxed, beckoning him with a crooked finger. "Don't be shy. I promise we'll have lots of fun."

Zoro's first instinct was to draw one of the three katana strapped to his hip. They were his preferred method for solving his problems, but he knew they weren't exactly appropriate for the given situation. While he was a skilled swordsman, his people skills left something to be desired.

Suddenly, a feminine arm slipped around him, pulling him close. He turned with surprise to find Nami pressed up against him and glaring menacingly at the woman who had just groped him.

"Go find another man to throw yourself at," she hissed. "This one is mine!"

The hussy sputtered in anger, embarrassed that her target was already seemed to be` involved with a member of his crew.

She slipped back into the crowd, leaving the pirates alone. As soon as she was gone, Nami released his arm and pulled away, grumbling into her mug. "Honestly, some women have no shame. I hope she catches a disease from the next guy she sleeps around with."

Zoro stared at her a moment, relived she had come to his rescue. It was a strange feeling. Usually he was the one saving her.

After a lengthy sip, she turned to look at her still gawking nakama.

"Why didn't you take her up on her offer?" she asked. "She was pretty and had a great body, not to mention she seemed pretty experienced, if you know what I mean."

Zoro didn't like where this was going. He had never really discussed such matters with Nami, or anyone on the ship for that matter.

"She just wasn't my type," he said quickly before busying himself with taking another drink.

The navigator was not to be deterred. "Oh?" she asked with a flip of her short auburn hair. "Then what is your type?"

"Well...I..."Zoro stammered in an uncharacteristic display of shyness. The blush on his cheeks flared hotter and he sincerely hoped Nami was drunk enough not to notice.

Unfortunately for him, it appeared she was not. "What's up with you?" she laughed. "You're acting like a blushing virgin."

At this, his face turned from pink to crimson.

When Zoro didn't say anything, her smile slowly faded.

"Are you serious?" she asked in disbelief. "You've never done it?"

Zoro's eyes darted to the side to make sure nobody was eavesdropping on their conversation. It appeared everyone was too caught up in the noise and festivities to pay attention to their embarrassing little conversation. Even so, Nami was seriously testing his patience.

"Just forget about it," he growled irritably, turning away from her and continuing to drink, his body posture clearly stating that as far as he was concerned, this conversation was over.

However, it seemed Nami was not so easily deterred.

"Oh my gosh, you are a virgin!" she squealed, jabbing a pointy finger into his shoulder and sloshing her drink all over the floor as she hopped up from her seat. "Is that why you turned her down? Because you've never done it before?"

This was more than the swordsman could endure. The last thing he needed was his loud mouthed nakama rubbing this certain piece of information in his face. There was a reason he'd never mentioned his life long celibacy because he knew he'd be tormented by anyone who knew about it, but it seemed his secret was finally out. Considering Nami was something of a gossip, the swordsman was certain the entire crew would know before morning. It would be absolutely unbearable when Sanji heard the news. The stupid, oversexed cook would never let him live it down and the rest of the crew would probably laugh at him as well.

Rather than face the jeers of his fellow crew members when they learned the truth, Zoro decided to call a night. Tomorrow he would have to deal with their laughing faces, but for now he could avoid them.

Zoro stood abruptly, leaving his emptied glass as he left the bar and walked back to the ship, intent on turning in for the night. He paid no mind to Nami calling his name behind him, asking him to stay. She didn't follow him outside, and for that he was grateful. He didn't feel like explaining how he had remained a virgin for twenty years.

It wasn't that he disliked women. Hell, he loved them and admired them, though not to the extent that Sanji did. He wasn't avoiding sex either. It was just that he had always been focused on something else. He was either training or pursuing a bounty, and for the past few years, his adventures with Luffy had kept him occupied. He had just never gotten around to chasing women. The fact that he was a wanted man and an extremely dangerous one ensured many women avoided him, and the ones that did come after him were not to be trusted. More than once, Zoro had discovered that women trying to seduce him were in fact after the reward on his head.

He didn't really mind celibacy one way or the other. He took care of his own needs whenever they arose and found it sufficient, and while he had been curious about sex and why there was so much hype surrounding it, he had never really found the time to try it for himself. The woman at the bar had reminded him of so many others who had bared their flesh and swayed their hips, only to pull a knife on him at the first chance or try and slip poison into his drink. There were very few people Zoro trusted and he was reluctant to let down his guard with a stranger when it could cost him his life.

He reached the Thousand Sunny and found that he was the only one on board, which suited him fine. He was currently quite thankful that Franky had been considerate enough to give them all separate rooms when building the ship. It meant he wouldn't have to deal with anyone else until morning. After locking his door, Zoro stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed, firmly pushing away thoughts of Nami's incredulous and mocking look when she discovered he was a virgin.

Tomorrow would miserable, because he had no doubt she was spreading the word all over the bar at this very moment, and he would have to deal with the rest of the crew in the morning. Shutting his eyes, Zoro was determined to enjoy peaceful sleep until then.

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The next morning came and the swordsman arose, prepared to face the annoying barrage of taunts from his nakama. To his surprise, nobody said anything about his virginal status, not even Sanji.

Robin gave him her normal smile as he passed and Franky looked up from whatever mechanical device he was tinkering with to give him a nod. Luffy slept unusually late but when he awoke, he was his normal energetic self and didn't say a word about Zoro's secret. The swordsman assumed this meant the navigator hadn't said anything to him about it because their captain wasn't known for being discreet and keeping secrets.

He didn't see much of Usopp, Chopper and Nami. They were all extremely hung over and had decided to stay below deck where the sun's glare wouldn't intensify their pounding headaches. It wasn't until dusk that Nami emerged, and when their paths crossed, she waved at him absently. He had expected a jibe of some sort or at least a knowing smile from her but she hardly spared him a second glance. Zoro could only hope she had been so intoxicated that she didn't remember what she had learned the previous night.

Dinner proceeded as usual. Nobody, not even Sanji, gave the swordsman so much as a strange look, and he was now fairly certain that Nami had forgotten all about finding out he had never bedded a woman.

After taking his post in the crow's nest and keeping watch for his four hour shift, he retired to bed. He entered his room without bothering to flip on a light; he knew every corner of the moderately sized space. It was simple, lacking any personal things besides his clothes and tools for sharpening and cleaning his three katana that would mark the room as his. Furniture was minimal with just a dresser and a bed, but that was how Zoro liked it. This room had all he needed without additional useless clutter. It was a place where he could meditate in peace and enjoy solitude when the antics of his shipmates became too much.

At least it usually was. His muscles tensed as his hand went to the hilt of one of his swords as he sensed another presence in the room.

"Zoro," a feminine voice said softly, and the ex-pirate hunter relaxed when he recognized it. He flipped on the small lamp on top of his dresser, exposing the visitor that was currently sitting on the edge of his bed.

Nami was dressed in one of her usual tank tops and mini skirts. She blinked it him a moment as her eyes adjusted the light before giving him a smile, but it wasn't a normal, innocent smile. Zoro knew the woman on his bed well enough to see the cunning behind the curve of her lips. She wanted something from him and his heart sank as he realized perhaps she remembered more of last night than she had let on.

He knew she was not above blackmail to get whatever it was she had come for. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, aggravated that she had broken into his room and annoyed that she apparently hadn't forgotten his secret despite getting totally shitfaced.

Her sly smile widened as she stood.

"Now, now, Zoro," she chastised, making her way towards him. "Is that any way to talk to someone who has come to do you a favor?"

The swordsman immediately noticed the extra swing in her hips and the low register of her voice and was suddenly quite uncomfortable. This was how women always acted when they were trying to seduce him...and experience had taught Zoro that anyone trying to seduce him usually wanted to kill him.

"Nami," he said sternly, trying to force himself to relax. "I think you should leave."

She apparently had no intention of going anywhere as she put her hands on her hips, looking at him with that mischievous smile.

"I have a proposition for you," she stated. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Zoro closed his eyes in irritation. Maybe if he ignored her she would go away.

"Aren't you?" she prodded.

The swordsman willed her to leave, focusing all his energy on mentally pushing her out the door.

"Zoro!"

Apparently wishing her away wasn't going to work.

"Yes, I am!" he snapped. "What does it matter to you? Are you going to go tell everyone my little secret if I don't give you whatever it is you came for?"

"No," she sighed. "I won't tell anyone your secret, even if you don't accept my offer, but I think you'll like what I have in mind."

She shot him a positively devilish smile as she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted the garment over her head, revealing that she was currently not wearing a bra. Her tank top and Zoro's jaw both hit the floor.

"Nami...w-what are you-" he sputtered, but she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Isn't it obvious?" she said with a smile, letting her touch linger on his lips briefly before unzipping her skirt and letting it pool around her ankles on the floor. Zoro couldn't resist letting his eyes flick downwards, discovering that not only did Nami forego underwear on this particular evening, but she seemed to prefer keeping herself neatly shaved. Despite his shock, a certain part of his anatomy certainly appreciated the view. Suddenly his pants were uncomfortably tight.

"A girl gets lonely sometimes," she whispered as her hands strayed to his shoulders. "I don't want someone who will try and romance me. I just want a good time."

She looped her hands around his neck and leaned in to murmur into his ear. "I want to be your first, Zoro."

The swordsman could feel the heat of her body as she pressed against him and was trying not to focus on the softness of her impressive breasts or the way her pelvis was snugly pressed against his. Any man's initial reaction would be to eagerly accept her offer. She was beautiful, sexy, and a woman Zoro trusted not to kill him if he let himself be vulnerable in front of her. But Nami was a cunning woman, and he couldn't help but think she might have some ulterior motive for suddenly propositioning him.

"Sounds too good to be true," he replied as he stepped back to try and put some distance between them. "What's in it for you?"

His tactics proved unsuccessful when she moved with him, her soft curves still molded against his solid physique.

"Weren't you listening?" she purred. "I'm lonely and you can give me what I need.
I know this won't turn into anything serious with you and that's what I want."

Zoro looked down into luminous taupe colored eyes. She seemed sincere, but he couldn't understand why she had chosen him. There were better candidates for this sort of thing on their crew.

"Don't you want someone a little more...experienced?" he asked, trying the ignore the feeling of her fingers running through the hair at the back of his neck and the pleasurable shivers her actions produced.

Nami's lips curled into a sly smile.

"I like the idea of being your first," she said. "The thought of corrupting you sort of turns me on."

Zoro snorted at the thought. After all the blood he had spilt, it was amusing to think of someone like Nami corrupting him. However, he supposed it was true. When it came to things of the sexual nature, he knew very little, and he thought it was high time he learned.

Her hands were toying with the green band of fabric around his waist before he had given her his consent, but when nimble fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants, he couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop. His sash was quickly stripped away and Nami was kneeling before him, naked and beautiful as she fumbled with the fly of his pants.

"You're not going to charge me for this, are you?" he chuckled, knowing that while his ship's navigator may be looking for a little fun, he doubted that she could enjoy something like sex more than she did money.

She looked up at him with a smirk and she pulled the zipper of his pants down. "No, this one is on the house."

Her sexy expression quickly evaporated with a gasp as Zoro's manhood sprung free of the confines of his pants. She stared for a moment with wide eyes, apparently liking what she saw as a devilish smile graced her features.

"You've been doing women a disservice by keeping this all to yourself," she purred, taking him in her hand and giggling when her touch caused him to inhale sharply.

She began to pump him gently, watching with satisfaction as his mouth fell open with a soft gasp. He was thick and long and already rock hard, and it thrilled her to know he had never experienced the tight heat of a woman around him.

She abandoned his cock in favor of pulling his pants down over his hips. He assisted her by kicking off his boots, discarding his dark pants shortly thereafter, but he wasn't prepared for Nami to grab his hips and steady him as she guided his member into her eager mouth. He couldn't stop his shuddering groan as he was suddenly engulfed in her wet warmth, hands clenching as sparks sizzled along his nerve endings at the delicious sensation. Those flashes of pleasure only intensified as she slid her tongue along his hot flesh before applying soft suction to the rounded tip.

"Fuck," Zoro groaned, cursing without even realizing it. His eyes were riveted to the fascinating and highly arousing sight of his hardened cock sliding between full pink lips. She sucked him hungrily, unembarrassed by the wet sounds she made. Her mouth felt so good, so warm and wet as she took him in so deep that her nose was tickled by the green hair at the base of his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, allowing his length to slide into her throat as her tongue glided along the tender underside. She remained looking at him, allowing him to enjoy the sight of her on her knees and pleasuring him, her eyes full of heat and desire.

Nami could feel his body tremble as he struggled to cope with the exquisite sensations, and she loved the fact that one of the world's most powerful swordsmen was at her mercy. Already she could taste the salty traces of precum on her tongue and feel the steady throb of him pulsing against her lips. His groans only drove her on and she pulled back until only the tip of him remained in her mouth and began sucking in long, hard strokes. Her actions earned her another shuddered moan as his hands fell to her shoulders, and Nami couldn't help but smile around the thick length in her mouth, enjoying the power this position gave her.

Zoro was trying hard to remember how to breathe as Nami let his cock spring free of her mouth so she could lick him from base to tip. Never had he seen a sight sexier than the one before him as the ship's headstrong navigator tended to every inch of his throbbing manhood. She seemed to enjoy the task, letting a soft moan hum in the back of her throat every now and then, and that made it all the more erotic. His hands gripped her shoulders desperately as she took him in as deep as she could and held him there while her tongue worked its magic all over him, trying to find something to anchor himself as his knees suddenly felt weak. It was making him nervous that she had so much control over him, and if he hadn't trusted her completely he would have stopped her, but he had never felt something so wonderful and the last thing he wanted her to do was stop.

Nami could sense his trepidation, knowing he was reluctant to succumb to her completely. Years of fighting for his life had taught him to never let his guard down. She wanted him to feel more at ease and knew he'd appreciate having more control of the situation. Her hands left his hips and found his own and gently pried them from her shoulders to move them to the top of her head, all the while continuing to suck him rhythmically.

Zoro seemed unsure of what to do at first, but when her moan vibrated along his sensitive length, his fingers instinctively wound into her hair and jerked her deeper onto his cock. Nami didn't seem to mind. In fact, she encouraged it, her own hands applying pressure to his to show him how to control her by tugging on short auburn strands. Initially, the swordsman was hesitant, but when her hands left his in favor of both wrapping around his base and cupping his balls, his inhibitions were thrown to the wind.

A guttural moan escaped him as her hands and mouth went to work on him while he forced her to increase her pace. His newfound control over her dispelled some of his worry and soon all he could do was moan her name as his manhood slid deep into her throat.

The heated noises her partner was making went straight to Nami's core, her arousal growing until she could feel the familiar slick heat burning at the apex of her thighs. Every one of Zoro's pleasured moans made her womanhood throb and finally she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside, filling up the empty void within.

She gave him one last suck before releasing him from her mouth, Zoro's trembling fingers urged her forward, trying to bury himself once again in the blissful cavern of her mouth but Nami had other ideas.

She straightened, taupe eyes smoldering with lust as small hands tugged impatiently at his shirt, eager to discard his last piece of clothing. Zoro's hands left her hair to assist her, pulling the white shirt over his head, but as soon as he stripped, her palms were pressed to the broad expanse of his muscles chest, pushing him backwards towards his bed. The swordsman didn't argue, allowing her to guide him where she wanted, and when his knees hit the back of the bed, he sat and slid into a reclined position on his back, head cushioned by pillows. Nami crawled atop him, moving with the fluid grace of an oversized feline. She pressed her body against his as she straddled his thighs, trapping his member between them as it throbbed against her abdomen.

Zoro couldn't resist touching her, his callused hands moving of their own accord. His hands came to rest tentatively on her shoulders and with her murmured encouragements, let his hands sweep down her back and over her hips, hesitantly smoothing over the firm globes of her ass before giving a cautious squeeze. Nami hummed her approval, giving him the courage to squeeze those luscious cheeks a little harder before sliding down her thighs and back up her sides.

Her skin was like silk, impossibly smooth and enticingly warm and Zoro wanted to memorize the feel of it beneath his fingertips. Her expression of heat and desire, so different from any he'd ever seen her make, was the stuff fantasies were made of, and the feel of her generous breasts flush against his chest with hard nipples dragging over his skin was enough to make his cock twitch against her stomach. He didn't know how to proceed, but he did know that if he didn't find relief for the aching pressure inside him soon, he was going to go mad.

Nami loved the feel of pressing against sculpted muscle. His battle scarred body was the epitome of masculinity, and while he possessed inhuman strength and the ability to ruthlessly kill, his touch was incredibly gentle. His hands skimmed over her skin, moving hesitantly as he experienced a woman beneath his fingertips for the first time. He seemed enraptured by her, dark eyes roving over her face and body hungrily, and Nami couldn't help but feel incredibly sexy under his appreciative gaze.

She took his hands in her own and pinned them on either side of his head even though she knew there was no way she could hold him there if he wanted to move. Someone like her could never hope to subdue the former pirate hunter with strength alone, but the illusion of one of the world's strongest men, naked beneath her in a pose of utter submission turned Nami on in a way she couldn't describe. Here in the soft light from his lamp with no clothes between them, he was completely out of his element, all his deadly skill and rigorous training useless. He trusted her to show him what to do, to let him experience a woman for the first time, and the knowledge was a potent aphrodisiac.

Her core throbbed hotly, urging her to seek satisfaction and by the way Zoro's hips pressed upward against her, she could tell he wanted the same thing. She sat up and wrapped a hand around the base of his member, extracting a growl of pleasure from the man beneath her. He watched as she aligned their bodies, her hips poised just above his jutting length and he could feel the heat emanating from the place he longed to be inside.

"Are you ready?" she breathed as her eyes met his.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice low and raspy with lust. The mere sound of it sent delicious shivers along her spine and Nami knew she couldn't wait anymore. She lowered herself onto him, moaning softly as slick flesh yielded to his hard shaft.

Zoro let out a low groan, back arching and large hands fisting in the sheets on either side of his head. Never had he felt something as wonderful as the tight, wet warmth that was currently enveloping him. Inch by inch she took him inside, her glorious body gripping him and sucking him in deeper. He watched as Nami's own head fell back, a feminine moan piercing the air as he filled her up. She was a vision of sexuality, beautiful and perfect, large breasts jutting forward and lips parting in an expression of ecstasy as her body welcomed his intrusion.

Nami took a moment to savor the feel of his thick shaft inside her, stretching her in the most wonderful way. It had been so long since she experienced the sensation of a man inside her and decided that this feeling had definitely been overdue.

She gazed down at him, wanting to watch every moment as the man beneath her penetrated a woman for the first time. She began to rock her hips slowly, cooing in pleasure as his cock massaged her inner walls. His grip on the sheets turned white knuckled as she began to grind her hips in small circles, and she loved the way he seemed completely abandoned to the pleasure.

"You feel so good," she moaned as she braced her hands on his chest. The position gave her the leverage to lift her hips and she began to ride up and down slowly, moaning every time she sank back down and buried his cock inside her once more.

She watched his jaw clench as he groaned through gritted teeth. She couldn't help feeling empowered by the fact that such a capable man was reduced to writhing beneath her touch.

When Nami began to move, Zoro's entire body burned as searing pleasure coursed through his veins. Her sex gripped him, stroking his shaft as she moved up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. He watched her full breasts sway with every movement, the pink nipples in the center tightened into hard little buds. He longed to touch them, but didn't know the rules of this game.

"Can I...?" Zoro rasped, unsure of how to voice his question, but Nami understood, telling him to touch her any way he liked.

He released his death grip on the sheets in favor of molding her soft globes into his palms. Nami responded with a delighted moan, arching into his touch in a silent plea for more. Her flesh was so supple and soft and he loved the feel of it as he squeezed it gently between his fingers. He had never handled a woman's breasts before, but Nami seemed to enjoy what he was doing.

He experimentally brushed his thumbs over rosy nipples, watching her face for a reaction. She shuddered against him and moaned louder, and the sight and sound of her pleasure made something snap inside Zoro. Without really knowing what he was doing, he reverted to baser instincts as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer while sitting up enough to take one pink bud into his mouth.

Nami sobbed against him as he began to suck hungrily, his caution ebbing away as he let his desire and instincts tell him what to do. His hips began to buck upwards on their own, meeting Nami's downwards thrusts in perfect rhythm. The action caused her to impale herself on him even deeper, reaching sensitive new places within. She called his name breathlessly as electric sparks raced along her spine and made her dizzy with the intensity of the sensations.

He switched breasts, lavishing the second with the same attentions of his tongue. Her skin was smooth and creamy and so soft. Every little thing he did to her sensitive nipples made her shiver against him. As he let his teeth close around the tender bud, he could feel her sex contract around him in response. She was so receptive to his touch, so damn sexy, and was making him feel things he hadn't even thought possible. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why he had waited to have sex for so long.

He let a hand tangle in her hair, tugging her head towards him as his mouth abandoned her breast. He suckled at her neck, eager to taste her skin. He was pumping up into her harder now as his body eagerly sought release, and his once tentative touches were turning frenzied. The rougher he treated her, the louder her moans became, encouraging him to lose himself in the moment. He kissed along her jaw until he found her lips, and only then did he hesitate. Kissing was something different, a new kind of connection, and he wasn't sure if it was a place that Nami wanted to go.

His question was quickly answered when she pushed him back down forcefully, his head hitting the pillow hard as her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, sliding against his own before retreating, and when his tongue followed, she sucked on it rhythmically in time with their thrusting hips. It was so deliciously erotic that Zoro couldn't help a wanton moan against her lips. His hands roamed her body once more, settling on her ass and giving another firm squeeze.

Nami was dizzy and breathless from Zoro's ministrations. He had turned out to be quite a good kisser, and the feeling of his calloused hands on her skin and hard muscle flexing with every movement only added to the experience. Zoro was raw power and yet he was pinned beneath her, moaning her name as she had her way with him. She could tell he was nearing release but she wasn't ready for their coupling to end and so she slowed down her grinding hips, moving at a fraction of the speed.

It had felt so good to have her hot sex sliding up and down over his cock, tight muscles massaging him hard and fast. But when Nami slowed down, the sensation was somehow intensified as he could feel every inch of his length push in and withdraw from her soaked womanhood. It was beautiful torture to stare up at her sinfully sexy body and see her smirk at him as she worked her hips up and down so slowly.

His eyes came to rest on the place they were joined and a pained groan left his lips. The sight of her tight little pussy wrapped around him was so sexy that it hurt. Her hairless sex spread wide by his shaft was not a sight he would soon forget and he watched with fascination as she slid up and down over and over, giving him enough sensation to keep him writhing, but not so much as to let him progress towards the orgasm he was so desperately seeking.

Nami could see the way Zoro was looking at her, could see the awe and lust and hunger in his expression as he watched her sink down on his shaft over and over. She thrived on watching him succumb to her, and wanted him to be totally enraptured. If he was going to watch her ride his cock, she might as well put on a good show.

The navigator let her hands cup her breasts, the soft globes spilled out of her small palms as her head tipped back with a sultry moan.

"Mmm, Zoro..."

She could hear his sharp intake of breath as she moaned his name, knowing it turned him on even more. Her hands continued to knead her breasts, plucking at stiff nipples as her hips pumped up and down agonizingly slow. She licked her lips as she let one hand descend, brushing over her belly to the place where her body gave way to his. Her back arched and her eyes closed as her fingers brushed over the sensitive bud above her opening and a low sound of pleasure escaped her lips. She began to rub soft circles over her clit with her fingertip, her moans not at all contrived as wave after wave of liquid heat rippled through her, the teasing finger just intensifying the sensations of Zoro's thick cock filling her up.

Her audience of one groaned again at the sight. In this moment, Nami was pure sexuality as she moaned his name and touched herself. He watched her fingers tease her clit and could feel her pussy pulse around him in response to the additional stimulation. His fingers flexed against her hips as he tried to guide her into a faster rhythm, but she resisted, maintaining her slow speed that was quickly becoming far too frustrating.

"Nami," he groaned, his voice taking on a pleading tone as he redoubled his efforts of trying to buck his hips up against her.

The need in his voice made her even hotter. Zoro was beneath her, flat on his back, and practically begging for her to ride him harder. She doubted there was anything sexier in this entire world than the vision before her.

She leaned back, bracing both hands on his thighs in a position that opened her up completely. She continued to move at her sluggish pace, knowing that she had set herself up so he could watch every inch of his length enter her dripping sex.

"Your cock feels so good," she panted. "You're so deep inside me."

Zoro was definitely enjoying the little show she was putting on, unable to tear his eyes away from her womanhood as she expertly worked over his cock. But her teasing was getting to him. He craved the feeling of slamming into her, of filling her to the brink rapidly until he reached his peak inside her.

The few times he'd masturbated, his release had been pleasant, but certainly not worth all the hype that surrounded sex and Zoro had decided some time ago that he had better things to do than touch himself. But this encounter promised an orgasm unlike any he'd ever had and his body was beginning to protest being kept from it.

"Nami," he said again, his voice strained from having to endure her torturous pace. The woman atop him had expected him to come undone, begging her outright to go faster, but to her surprise, a warning tone had crept into his voice. The threat was subtle, but enough to pique the navigator's curiosity. It wasn't like he could pull out one of his katana and subdue her with it, and Nami wondered if the green haired man was simply full of empty threats.

"Relax," she breathed, grinding her hips in slow, wide circles and moaning as his cock massaged new and sensitive places within her. "Just enjoy this."

Her voice was low and sensual, ragged with arousal and the exertion of bouncing atop him. The sound of it made Zoro's cock throb against her slick walls. While he was indeed enjoying their coupling immensely, the elite swordsman could only take so much.

Even though he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, he let his instincts guide him as he sought fulfillment after Nami's teasing. He rolled to the side, his hands on her ass helping to keep her from getting away as he abruptly pinned her beneath him without separating their bodies.

She squeaked in surprise as she suddenly found herself on her back with a highly aroused male hovering over her. His expression was absolutely predatory as he took a slender ankle in each hand, forcer her legs apart and pushing them back until her feet were dangling by her ears, leaving her pelvis lifted off the mattress and pressed snugly against Zoro's hips.

Nami struggled weakly against him, protesting at having the control she relished so abruptly taken away, but she remained firmly pinned down in the compromising position. She was clearly no match for his tremendous strength.

Zoro chuckled at her futile attempt to get away now that the tables had been turned on her. She had clearly liked having control over him but had abused the privilege with her incessant teasing.

He drew back slightly before pushing forward, experimentally sliding into her and figuring out the mechanics of having sex in such a position. He tried again, pushing into her with a little more force and extracting a pleasured whimper from his captive.

He watched her face carefully as he repeated the action, gauging her reaction as he fell into a moderate rhythm.

"Is this good?" he asked softly, maintaining his grip on her ankles and keeping her completely helpless as he pumped into her soaking hole.

Nami managed to nod her head, biting her lip to keep in all the moans that threatened to bubble out. In actuality, what he was doing felt more than good. The position angled her hips so that his cock hit a certain spot deep within her that was sending red hot sparks along her spine. While it was true she had enjoyed dominating the swordsman, the way he was currently holding her down was incredibly sexy. She was able to watch his muscles ripple and flex with every movement, marveling at the power his body contained, and yet he was moving so gently.

His hips were moving faster than hers had, but not yet at a speedy pace as he got used to being the one in charge of their coupling. The rhythm of his cock steadily pushing in and hitting her G-spot gently before retreating was heavenly, and Nami had to admit that it seemed that Zoro was a fast learner and a natural when it came to pleasing a woman.

Zoro let out a feral growl as his hips increased their pace of their own accord. Nami looked so damn sexy in her currently submissive position. Her slightly splayed legs and titled pelvis allowed him to watch his thick cock slide in and out of her body, and the way her tight little pussy was stretched around him made him want to pound into her even harder. Generous breasts bounced in time to his thrusts and every time he pushed into her, she moaned softly, although he was finding that the harder he rocked against her, the louder those moans got.

Her womanhood was like liquid silk, hot and slick and constantly constricting around him. He had never known this feeling existed, this feverish, desperate pleasure that drove him on towards something greater, towards a cataclysmic release that would come all too soon and not soon enough.

His hips surged against her faster and faster until every thrust was accompanied by the wet, dirty slap of skin against skin and the squelch of his cock pounding into her juicy core. Nami's moans were spiraling to a higher octave as her and increasing in volume and frequency. Her shaking hands gripped the sheets desperately as his hands remained firmly locked around her ankles, keeping her just where he wanted her. Everything about her from her musky smell of arousal to her sweat soaked skin sliding against his was making Zoro's head spin. Never had he imagined Nami could be such a desirable creature, but now that they had shared this moment, he would never be able to look at her the same way as he had before.

Nami had lost the ability to maintain coherent thought as her partner's cock hammered that sacred place inside her relentlessly. She couldn't quite remember how to breathe and succeeded only in taking gasping breaths in between guttural moans. Never had she imagined sex with Zoro would be so earth shattering. If she had guessed he could make her feel this way, she would have approached him long ago. As it was, she was quite certain this would not be their last time together, not when he could make her see stars with the pure pleasure he was giving her.

He drove into her faster, faster, the action of his hips becoming violent as he rocked her entire body with the force of it. Nami only spurred him on with heady moans and her writhing body as she fought to process all that he was doing to her. She was rapidly reaching her peak and Zoro showed no sign of slowing down.

When he shifted the angle of his hips just a little and stroked against a new patch of sensitive flesh within, Nami fell apart. Her back arched upwards as her moans evolved into screams, her legs shaking in Zoro's grip as she lost herself in her orgasm. Zoro clenched his teeth as her pussy suddenly tightened around him and spasmed in the most wonderful way, demanding that he join her in bliss. The swordsman could only watch the beautiful sight of her release for a few seconds before he joined her, moaning long and low like an animal as his seed gushed from him, filling her up in a series of pulsations that set every one of his nerve endings on fire.

Nami was only vaguely aware of the hot liquid being pumped into her womb. Her own orgasm shook her whole body in a series of violent contractions that squeezed Zoro's cock tightly and sent wave after wave of white hot pleasure through her nubile body. She was so far gone that she didn't even realize she was screaming his name.

Zoro recovered first, his orgasm being intense but short lived. He released her legs and collapsed on top of her, barely managing to catch himself on his hands and avoid crushing her. Nami was still trembling beneath him, eyes shut tight as the last of her orgasm passed through her. Zoro watched with arousal and fascination as she at last came down from her high and opened her eyes, the taupe orbs hazy and taking a little longer than normal to focus. She found her partner staring down at her, his expression both awed and heavy lidded with satisfaction and knew exactly how he felt. She couldn't remember being this satisfied...ever.

"Wow," she breathed as her lips curved into a smile.

"Yeah," Zoro agreed, his response a little less eloquent than normal as the completely boneless feeling he was experiencing was apparently affecting his brain as well.

She pulled him down for a kiss, their lips meeting lazily as they basked in the afterglow. After a moment, Zoro broke away to suckle at the place right below her left ear which he had found to be particularly sensitive. Nami sighed in bliss as his warm tongue laved over the skin, making her tingle deliciously.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" she giggled as her fingers combed through his disheveled hair before smoothing over his shoulders.

"I'm sure," he replied. "Although, I can't remember why the hell I waited so long. Sex is...incredible."

"It's not always this good," she sighed as he nipped along her jaw. "Maybe you're just a natural...or I know how to give you a good time."

Zoro chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he licked across her collarbone. "Maybe it's a little of both."

Nami murmured her agreement before gasping as Zoro rolled them both over, her chest pressed to his and her thighs straddling his hips. His hands once again began to rove over her, caressing her back and butt and thighs and making her skin tingle.

She sighed in contentment, her nose nuzzling the crook of his shoulder and savored the long minutes of his callused hands on her body. But when a single finger traced her slit and gathered the wetness there, her body jolted. She was still highly sensitive and the light touch was enough to make her shiver, but that didn't seem to stop Zoro. He touched her again, this time pressing hard enough to part fleshy pink folds. His free arm wrapped around her waist to keep her flush against him as he idly dipped his finger into her sweet honey.

"You're so wet," he marveled, smearing her juice over her clit and holding her close when her body trembled in response.

"Some of that is yours," she panted, wondering if he would like the idea that he was touching his own fluids as well as hers.

"You feel so good," he growled, apparently unfazed by her comment. He continued to tease her entrance, coating his finger in her juices and sliding up and down her sensitive pussy. When he pushed a finger inside, Nami couldn't help a soft cry as her body once again trembled as it tried to cope with the stimulation after such a powerful orgasm.

"Relax. Just enjoy this," he murmured into her hair, and Nami had to smile at the irony of her own words being used against her.

His digit slid in and out of her as he held her close, working her arousal back up until she was craving more than just a finger inside of her. She could feel his member beginning to harden once more, pressing against her abdomen as he worked her pussy slowly and gently with his finger until he had her moaning for more.

It appeared that now Zoro had lost his virginity, he was going to engage in the activity with her as many times as she could handle. That was just fine with Nami. It was lucky for him she had the stamina to go for quite a long time.