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Chapter 4 by Caelum83 Caelum83

Does the party stay together or do they split up?

Isn't splitting up ever the wisest decision to make?

Zoro made his way into the jungle on his own while trading remarks with Sanji as the latter warned him not to get lost this time. When Zoro was out of sight, Sanji turned to Nami and offered her his company, but Nami thanked him and said she would be fine with Chopper and that he could best go alone so he could find food faster. Sanji promised her he would find the best ingredients to prepare her something special and then made his way into the jungle too. “Let us get moving too, Chopper.” Nami said with a bit of an off tone in her voice, that Chopper didn’t notice. While they walked along and Chopper checked the vegetation for useful plants and molds, Nami unconsciously felt her temperature raising ever so slowly. Suddenly she heard Chopper asking “Nami, are you ok?”. She turned around and replied “Yes, I feel...fine. Why do you ask, Chopper?”. Chopper looked at her with a concerned face. “Well, you got quite a blush, your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you are softly panting. Don’t get me wrong, but if you’d ask me, I’d say you either got some kind of strange tropical virus or are very much in heat.” Suddenly Nami noticed her panting, felt her head which what covered with a film of sweat and also felt her nipples trying to puncture her tight shirt while feeling very sensitive as they rubbed the fabric of said shirt. Then she turned even redder as she felt the moist panties sticking on her skin, which couldn’t be just from sweating that much.

“Chopper, what’s happening to me? This is not natural…” she said between the panting and with a bit of fear in her voice. Chopper looked around while asking “Did you feel like this before we arrived on the island too?”. Nami shook her head hazily. The Chopper continued “Then it’s most likely something on this island that’s causing it. Have you been bitten? Or maybe it’s something spread through the air…”. Nami shook her head on the first question, but suddenly felt an urge to move to a certain place and in her hazy stated her body moved on it’s own. Chopper feverishly checked the flowers, the soil, nearby trees, then sensed something in the air where sunrays fell through the canopy. He sniffed a few times while concentrating on his sense of smell.

Slowly he spoke “I...think...it’s something in the air. Maybe...pollen from these flowers…”. As he tried to figure out what was causing what was bothering Nami, he turned towards where she last stood, to find that she was gone. “...Nami? Nami!! Where are you? NAMI!! Damn, I can’t pick up her smell! Probably the same pollen that aroused Nami. I got to find her and get her back to the Sunny.” And with that he sped off to find her.

Nami, in the meantime, was still in a haze as she walked through the vegetation, her arousal starting to peak as her now super sensitive nipples started to sent pulses to her brain and other places of her body. The hotspot between her legs started to tingle, affecting her hazy thoughts and her already handicapped ability to walk normally. After a few more steps, her mind gave up and her legs gave in, letting her body fell to her knees as she sighed deeply. Unable to bare this kind of arousal, Nami moaned long and hard out of pure unfulfilled need and without thinking her actions through, she pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her ample bosom from their restraints, sighing deep again as a bit of the arousal dropped from their release.

Her body heaved as she steadied it with her hands on the soft earth, seeing the blush on her chest and sweat dripping down her breasts. She tried to get her head and thoughts straight again, but the next moment something else let them crumble down again like a tower caving in on itself and the next flood of arousal washed over the remains, slowly and unconsciously driving her hand towards the hem of her skirt and her now soaking panties. Almost giving in to the needs she was feeling, her control suddenly sprung back for a bit when she heard a voice. “The feeling is unbearable, isn’t it, dear?”. Only able to stop her hand, Nami looked up over her shoulder, while feeling shame creep up through her arousal and saw a person standing there.

Familiar or stranger, friend or foe?

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