When you're Horny, Fuck [pt. IV: The Only One Who Can]

*Written with Cross C

A few hours left. That’s all it would be until she was free.

She could do it, she could win the bet.

Nami was hiding in the crow’s nest. Lying down on one of the benches and wondering how she got here. How she’d gotten so hot and steamy that even the breeze from the open window was making her nearly giggle with arousal from her sensitive pussy.

God, how many edges has it been now?

Nami had lost count. Somewhere between Luffy dragging her to have ‘fun’ with his new game (She’d lost a nice pair of black lace when she had to hold onto Chopper as he bucked around in his reindeer form before she even got a chance to say no to it. She’d soaked his fur thoroughly thanks to the amount of times she’d landed on her crotch.) and her Clima-Tact being stolen (Usopp had been able to set it to such a low strength that all it did was zap her pussy with horribly pleasant stimulation.) her mind had grown too much of a lustful haze to keep track of the amount of handouts she was giving. Her crew were just relentless.

But there was something more to all this. Why hadn’t her friends just not gone for her? Well, unfortunately, she’d asked them.

On one hand you have someone like Robin. Who was trying her best to support her, even though she was painfully loyal to Nakaba’s cock now. A fact the two of them had made very public whenever Nakaba fucked her so her pleasured moans could echo through the ship.

And then there was Luffy. Both versions of him.

Yesterday, Luffy didn’t know anything about sex to really get what was happening to her body. Nami had tried to use his immense luck to try and orgasm. It almost worked as well! After pushing through the awkwardness she had managed to get her captain to follow orders on where to touch her body. Though he was rough around the edges, she could feel his attempt was different. His rubber hands were pushing the navigator through to something resembling a real orgasm not an edge. But it ended in tragedy when Luffy pulled away at the last second because he was hungry and she was left falling over the cliff alone to dissatisfaction canyon. She may have lashed out a little too much with her shouting after that but he was happy he’d received her panties at least.

But that was yesterday Luffy. Today, or ‘post-virginity’ Luffy was entirely different. He was still locked down below the ship after licking her pussy to completion seven times in a row. The first four times he had the sense of mind to still let her wait the twenty minutes out, but the obsession with her pussy had made him super vigilant. There was nowhere she could run without him finding her, even with the Clima-Tact. And after the fourth time he’d become so dick brained that he just ripped the panties off her and licked her pussy repeatedly. God, his tongue was intense. Hot, living rubber that stretches that far into one’s needy pussy should be illegal, or at least sold in stores for massive profit. It was when her body began rising up on his inflating dick that Nami was **** to scream for help. Franky had to tear the boy off her after her sixth edge in a row, and drag the boy into the ocean to calm him down and shrink his dick. Now he was locked in the hull of the ship, Franky making a quick cage for him until the contest was over. Nami was somewhat relieved that the crew had her back in this way, though it turned out they just wanted to get some **** on Luffy after he soiled the men’s room last night.

She couldn’t even ask Chopper. The doctor was practically turning beatial from his perverse love of panties. Not helped by the purest sweat and sex juice smell emanating from her pussy. He was treating her like catnip, just sniffing around to find her every time she hid. He almost seemed content to just sniff her from afar.

Zoro’s a dick. A dick that cares more about stroking swords than her feelings. And now he knew about her betting problem: he was being extra assholeish. Who bets someone to edge on their swords? Even when they’re on his sheaths, he’d bet with wicked glee that she couldn’t make herself edge while masturbating with his swords, and if he was wrong she’d give him her panties. It was a total lose lose! But she still had to take his bet! So Nami had to sit there, on the Sunny’s figurehead (her hiding spot at the time) while he watched her try and prove him wrong by grinding her pussy on his sword sheath until it exploded in frustration. Taking his prize with a cocky ‘guess I lose that bet’ and laughing at her as he walked away. Seriously, total dick.

Usopp, Franky and Brook were an odd case. When she’d confronted them they didn’t know what she was complaining about, simply thinking that Nakaba seemed cool and wanted to help him win. When confronted as to why him over her, they all said it was because Nami had screwed them over in bets in the past. It wasn’t a malicious act, this was a chance for them to get a win over her for once. Franky was scammed out of money during poker last week, Usopp had to give up on some personal items when he found an IOU in his wallet, and… well Brook actually didn’t have a grudge but he was told it was impossible for a skeleton to make a woman cum and he took that as a challenge.

It had got Nami thinking about if she’d deserved this. That this was some form of karma for always treating people like they’re beneath her. She hadn’t really given Nakaba and his Babe-Spotting a chance, and honestly if it wasn’t for the bet she probably would have given in. His dick was huge, his cum was tasty, and he clearly knew how to use it thanks to Robin Reviews. But she couldn’t lose the bet and give him her pride as a human!

And then there was Sanji.

Sanji hadn’t tried anything. No quick strike orgasms, no pinning her down to lick her, nothing. The only time Nami had interacted with the chef was when he was leaving food and drinks out near her hiding spots. Sometimes he’d lingered and was kicking anyone who got near the food that wasn’t her.

Nami wasn’t sure why he hadn't tried anything, she’d thought the perv would be desperately hunting her with the rest. Maybe he was too kind, or too shy. Maybe he hadn’t vibed with Nakaba as well as the rest, or his love of women trumped the idea of her soggy underwear.

But as she thought about the blonde chef; by happenstance he did so appear.

“Nami-san!”

Sanji was poking up from the floor door. Nami only groaned, she couldn’t handle another edge if that’s what he was here for and found herself reaching for her weapon before the pervy cook got his turn at her pussy.

Just as she aimed a thunder ball at him he strangely put his hands up in surrender. “W-wait! I don’t want your panties!”

That stopped her. She didn’t lower her weapon straight away but she didn’t fire either. “...what? You're kidding me, YOU don’t want my panties?”

Sanji considered her comment. “Fair enough. I guess you know me well enough to know I wouldn’t turn them down…” He said with a small smile in agreement, slowly he moved so his body was inside the crow’s nest, legs hanging down and hands still raised. “...but it’s at least not why I’m here right now. I have a gift for you.” The chef explained, then reached down from where he came to produce a large pitcher of orange liquid with a lemon wedge at the top.

Nami lowered her weapon. Licking her lips as beads of condensation rolled down the jug.

“You’re probably dangerously low on fluids. And on my honour as a chef, I’ll protect you from the shitty men while you drink.” Sanji chivalrously declared.

While still not letting go of the Clima-Tact Nami watched him walk up and put the jug by her lying body. He then hurried back until he was by the door again, averting his gaze for her privacy.

The juice inside smelled amazing. Nami was pretty dehydrated right now and a cooling drink could perhaps calm her nerves. Part of her was very sceptical and distrusted everyone right now, the other part trusted Sanji enough to know he’d never mess with food. Nami sat up, felt the cold glass against her fingers and then quickly began downing the whole pitcher in one go. Sanji’s cooking (mixed with the spice of thirst) made it perhaps one of the best drinks she’d had. Cool refreshing citrus taste spread over her tongue to her stomach. She’d always been able to drink anyone under the table so a pitcher of delicious juice went down very easily for her. Nami almost felt sad that her drink ended so quickly, but she at least felt a little more human now.

“Thank you Sanji-kun.” She spoke genuinely. His usual attitude of chivalry so often turned her off, but right now Sanji looked like a prince in her eyes. “Is there, maybe any more?”

He smiled at her, happy to see life return to her face a little. “Of course. Never hesitate to ask.” The blonde beamed, delicately taking the jug from her and returning through the crow’s nest door.

Nami eagerly waited for his return. She was still keeping vigilant for anyone else to sneak up on her, but the thought of more cooling orange juice was finally something to look forward to.

And very soon Sanji returned. Nami thanked him once more when he handed her another cool refreshing orange pitcher, moving the icy glass along her skin a bit before drinking.

The tasty juice once more poured down her throat. Sanji watching happily this time as her slightly unladylike gulping partnered with the sounds of the sea.

Her tongue lapped up the final dribbles leaking from the jar. Sighing happily as her body felt a little better for a brief moment, though she was worse than she thought since the heat was already coming back.

Coming back quick.

Rising really fucking quick.

“W-W-WHAT THE FFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” She suddenly screamed, shaking hard as her body literally exploded in edging heat, being thrown to the floor of the crow’s nest. Her panties were quickly soaked as her fake climax hit her. Then it hit her again, and again, and again. More and more pussy juice spilling out of her. She panted to try and calm herself but it was fruitless, she’d suddenly felt more sensitive, sweaty and unfulfilled in her entire life. And it was all because of one blonde. “W-why Sanji-Kun?!” Nami cried in betrayal, not even looking up at the chef.

But he wasn’t looking happy about the sudden development, Sanji was looking on in horror.

“Nami-san! What’s the matter? That wasn’t supposed to-why did you orgasm so many…?” He asked in a panic, unsure of how to help his fallen friend without setting her off again. Then a light went off in his brain “...wait, that shitty Reindeer!”

Nami looked up bleary eyed at him, stars finally leaving her vision as this heat became the norm for her. “H-huh? Chopper?”

Sanji nodded in frustration. “Nami-san, I’m so sorry. Please know that I would never taint a meal or spike a ladies drink.” He explained, then spat out the last dreg of his cigarette in disgust. “Chopper’s been trying to sneak medicinal aphrodisiac into your food all day. In my hurry I must have forgotten to check he didn’t add it to the last of the batch of juice while I was watching you.”

Nami was panting while lying face down, resting her hot forehead on her arm. Of course he did. That made too much sense for the panty beast on their ship right now.

The aphrodisiac was powerful. She felt horny beyond belief, even after ‘cumming’ five times in one pair of underwear. What once was a dull ache was now a never ending throb. The pirate’s clit was engorged and begging to be played with. Her nipples so hard they could duel Zoro. And her brain felt numb to the constant hormones being pumped into her.

All these feelings flowed around in her filthy stew of a body. Nami wasn’t sure she could move a muscle without being sent over the edge again, but slowly she managed to peel her underwear from her sticky crotch and present them to the one that won them.

“A-are those… your cummed in panties?” He asked quietly, nose dripping a single line of red. A dark temptation to own the sought after silk played on Sanji’s mind. He was technically the reason she edged this time, so by the rules of the game he had just as much right to them as-

“JUMPING POINT!” A voice came from below the nest. Before Sanji could claim the thoroughly soaked underwear, a large furry human barreled past the open window and swiped the panties in one swift motion. “Mine! Thanks Nami!” Came the beast’s happy cheer. He shot back downwards and quickly landed back on the deck. Crying out, “Guys look! She came five times in these ones!”

Sanji glared down at him, once more lighting up his tobacco while mumbling, “Cut the Venison into slices around 175g in weight before applying them to the saucepan…”

But before he could fillet his friend, he stopped in place. The woman he was interested in had grabbed his ankle and was looking up at him in desperation.

“Sanji, you’re maybe the last one I can sort of trust...” She admitted. Nami knew she couldn’t keep this up any longer. Something had to be done about the heat inside her. Medicinal aphrodisiac was coursing through her veins and making her hotter than ever. She wasn’t even sure she could make it back to her room to put on new panties without setting herself off again. “Could you maybe… do me a favour?” Sanji looked down and nodded heavily.

“How lucky are you feeling?”

---

Robin looked over at Nakaba suddenly. “It’s happening. They’re in the women’s room.”

Nakaba grinned very evily, then clapped his hands together before hurrying off to his favourite fuck station. He knew what Robin meant. The hot as fuck navigator had lasted longer than he thought, he’d honestly thought it was over last night when she begged for his load, but it wasn’t like she could actually win this bet.

When he got to the women’s room he got to see the ginger woman squirt her latest orgasm all over her friend’s hand.

Nami was on the floor, partially draped into her pantie drawer and partly leaning on the wall behind her. She didn’t wear anything on her lower half anymore, and her legs were spread wide to completely show her womanhood to the room. They’d set out a towel for her to sit on and to catch the mess she was oozing out constantly. The latest squirt had covered a good portion of the towel, but also spread over a pair of emerald panties that had been lying in front of her pussy. A chef was crouching just in front of her, his hand wet with pussy juice and his nose running with blood at the sight of Nami’s nethers in front of him.

“Anything Nami?” Sanji tenderly asked but she shook her head sadly.

“N-nothing. That was still an edge.” She whimpered with closed eyes, wiping her brow from the new layer of sweat. Sanji slowly grabbed the green garment to put it on the floor next to him, then took a new pair from the drawer and placed the lace where the others had been.

“Ooh, looks like the stuck-up bitch is finally trying to beat the odds and cum as much as possible! This should be a fun watch.” Nakaba laughed as he entered. Nami was going to spit venomous words at him but the Babe Spotter interrupted her. “It’s normal that you two won’t realize that I’m here until I say otherwise.”

“Sanji, please try again.” Nami suddenly begged him. She thought Nakaba had entered but he was definitely not here so she wanted to go back to trying to get some relief.

Sanji looked up at the clock on her wall. “It was a twenty minute rule…”

“Oh right, haha loser.” Nakaba gaily crowed, “There is a particular rule to this game and both Nami and Sanji would normally remember that right now is happy hour so the twenty minute rule is out! Go nuts, blondie!”

Without any objections in his mind, the chef’s fingers quickly resumed their previous position inside Nami’s pussy. Sanji was clumsy, his hands much more tactful at food preparation than helping a woman reach orgasm. But he wanted to change that, for her sake even if he was scared to ask how. Only knowing enough from Zeff’s pornography magazines to get him through the basics.

Luckily, Nami was nowhere near picky right now. She was hotter than the sun thanks to the aphrodisiac so literally a cool breeze could set her off. Her pussy was hammering her body for relief and it really wasn’t taking much for that throb to switch into an edge that coaxed the newest panties on the towel.

“GUUHHH!” She exhaled loudly. More cunt juice shot over the panties. Sanji looked up and she shook her head before he performed the same action as before; wet ones on the pile and fresh ones in front of Nami.

“Look at that mess.” Nakaba bemused at the two of them. He knew neither could hear him but that didn’t make him shut up either. “You really have made a mountain out of a molehill here girl. All you needed to do was submit to me and I wouldn’t have involved all your crew! This shit’s on your stubbornness through and through.”

The two were a ‘well oiled’ machine. Sanji quickly earned more and more wet Nami panties for himself while Nami quickly became inhuman levels of frustrated. He could see the rising anger inside her, and he really did want to help but he was clearly not finding that 0.5% chance she needed...

“Maybe it’s a bad time to mention, I’ve been told I was born under an unlucky star.” He quipped, hoping to lighten her mood a little as another gasp and waterfall escaped her.

“No. Not a good time at all, moron.” She snapped angrily at him, making Sanji’s face fall a little as he replaced the panties again. Nami knew she shouldn’t be so quick to anger since Sanji was just trying to help… but why did he have to be so useless at this?

Why couldn’t anything make her cum?

His hands had lost enthusiasm, and he was cursing himself under his breath. It was losing the little momentum to find the 0.5% chance they had, and happy hour wasn’t going to last forever...

She sighed, placing a hand on her face. “I’m sorry Sanji… I’m just so fucking pent up it’s messing with my head…”

He smiled at her, knowing this wasn’t her fault. “Don’t worry Nami-san. I understand.”

Nami nodded, happy she could rely on him for this little at least. Sanji was the least problematic crew mate around her right now, and though he was as useful as a wounded puppy she still thought a reward could be in order. Her foot reached down and poked the bulge in his crotch. “I’m sure it’s a little hard for you too.”

His breath hitched. The pants he’d been wearing had felt unbearably tight for a while now, but he thought he’d played it off well. “Nami… I’m not allowed to use that…” He mumbled, making Nakaba snicker at his previous rules.

“I know, but… if I get lucky and win this bet then I’ll make sure you’re lucky too, Sanji-kyun…” She winked, trying to seem as sexy as she could under the circumstances.

His hands instantly found their enthusiasm again. The two fired off shot after shot with her pussy, only stopping for Sanji to run off and get her non-aphrodisiac water before continuing.

They had a rhythm going. Panty after panty dripping in liquid and added to the pile. All while Nakaba watched on from his perch. Content and confident in his victory chances.

Because their real problem happened soon after.

“Nami, we’ve got an issue… you’re out of panties.”

The navigator blinked at him, looking at her drawer to confirm to herself.. “S-so just do it without them.”

“These two normally remember this other rule I made: Nami has to edge on panties or be **** to not attempt to cum at all.”

The words sunk into their minds quickly, Nami then pointed at the pile Sanji had accrued. “Just use those ones again.”

“Another normal rule you just remembered: no recumming in soiled panties. Gotta wash 'em before reuse.”

“So wash those ones and we can keep trying.” She corrected herself with growing anger.

Nakaba was about to add another new rule to keep this little game of cat and mouse up. It entertained him to no end when it turned out he didn’t need to.

“B-but…” Sanji mumbled as he looked over his newly earned pantie pile. “They’re mine…”

It was then, in the chef’s moment of weakness, that Sanji knew he’d fucked up.

The look of anger and disappointment on Nami’s face made him think he may have lost his chance with her forever.

She kicked him hard in the chest. Pushing him to the ground in rage. “FINE! TAKE YOUR PANTIES AND FUCK OFF!” She screamed.

“N-Nami-san! I-!” He was cut off from the daggers being thrown by her stare. He looked down in disappointment at himself, silently gathering his pile of messy panties before retreating from the room. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled as he left, but knowing it wouldn’t be worth shit.

Nami slammed her fist back against the wooden chest of drawers that used to hold her panties. Then again.

Everyone. Everyone on the ship was a fucking waste of space. Why couldn’t she just orgasm and be done with this shit?

Her hands slipped to her bare sex…

“Normally another rule: Nami can’t touch herself for masturbation purposes. You have to try orgasming from someone else!.”

“FUCK! FUCKFUCK STUPID FUCKS!” Nami roared. “WHY. CAN’T. THEY. FUCKING… GAAAHHH!”

She looked over at the clock.

Two hours left.

But every second was **** now. Sanji’s attempt had ruined her pussy. Every click of the clock’s hand was a throb and every throb tore through her entire being.

She stood up and edged.

Nami had reached the point of no return. Sensitivity was so high that her clothes were sending her body into orgasmic spasms. She wasn’t sure if that broke the latest rule, but it’s not like she could stop herself either.

With slow droning feet she plodded to the doorway. If she could find Robin, she’d be with-

“You can see me now.” Came a sudden voice from behind her. She turned to see a naked big dicked Nakaba sitting on the end of her bed. Posing with a massive shit eating grin. “Anything you want to say to me?”

Nami had seen it before obviously, but this was the first time she got a full unobstructed view of the spotter’s massive endowment when she wasn't distracted.

She froze and stared. Nami got so much more wet so fast that for one mortifying moment she actually thought she'd peed herself. Her overly active uterus was suddenly sending such insistently pornographic messages to her brain that she was having a hard time concentrating.

Nakaba just sat there, legs spread wide, supporting himself with his hands on the bed behind his back. But the Babe Spotter’s generally unimpressive body and his plain if not actively silly looking facial features weren’t in focus for Nami. Instead her instantly dilated eyes were focused solely on his genitals and her breath caught as her heartbeat picked up. Nakaba’s cock erupted straight up from his groin and it was easily longer than her forearm, and wider than her bicep. A significantly darker color than the rest of his skin, heavy upraised veins crisscrossed the underside, seeming to pulse with an almost angry air, all leading up to an absurdly prominent purplish, flared head that was leaking a thick, pungent smelling precum.

His balls dangled down across the front of the bed practically spilling over in a loose, leathery looking satchel of skin, the two massive testicles as big as both of Nami’s fists put together.

Nami had slept with a handful of guys over the years. None of them had been spotters, just cute marks good for a little fun. Their non-breeding dicks had felt plenty nice, providing the bit of pleasure for both parties that was their purpose. She hadn't thought them small, just normal sized. But now… looking at Nakaba's mammoth cock and balls, it was hard not to re-evaluate. They hardly seemed to be the same organ. And that was kind of true. A Babe Spotter's big penis was built for impregnating hundreds of women full stop. A typical male's was meant for simple pleasure and building intimacy within a monogamous relationship. Or just with himself through masturbation.

Fuck, this thing made Arlong's, not to mention all the other big fishman dicks that had been waved in front of her face during drunken celebrations back in her Arlong days look like absolute shrimps!

A couple of days ago, Nami would have found the sight of Nakaba’s big nuts to be grotesque, absurd, and laughable. She’d have felt sorry for him and definitely made fun of him about it when the situation called for it. There hadn’t been anything particularly interesting to Nami about that piece of the male anatomy except for their usefulness as a target of attack.

Now though after a certain normality had suffused fully into the many folds and crevices of her easily malleable brain… they were a deeply affecting feature of sexual attraction. A potent signal of Nakaba’s fitness to breed, the sheer size of those hefty orbs expressed his virility, his potency. A heavy set of balls to supply a vast amount of sperm for her future children and an outsized penis to batter and breach her female parts, maximizing the chances of making that first critical connection to ensure conception.

They were a sign of potency, virility, and masculinity. They screamed sex, fertility, healthy offspring, and drive to perpetuate ones bloodline. Her mouth was actually drooling at his balls. She was looking at them as if the two of them were the last humans on earth and those nuts were filled with their species survival.

He was built for having sex with women, knocking them up in job lots. No healthy girl could look at those big, low hanging balls and not feel her innards respond, her very ovaries tingling, her womb descending and her cunt hastily coating every inner surface with juicy lube.

Which is exactly what Nami was experiencing right now, all of it hitting her in an almost nauseating rush.

Nami could have wondered where he came from, or how he’d silently gotten undressed, but she didn’t care anymore.

She just needed to get fucked.

“Fine.” Nami sighed. With an angry attitude she quickly removed her shirt and threw it down, revealing her massive bouncing breasts to the boy. “You win. Spot me. I don’t care anymore.”

With his shit eating grin never leaving him, Nakaba got off the bed and sauntered over to her. At the very least they’d fuck on her terms. No one could resist the sight of her naked body even if it was covered in sweat.

He looked her over, examining the state of her hair and twitching body.

Silently he moved, and cupped his hand to her pussy.

Relief.

He didn’t need to insert a digit, or use some crazy chair, all he did was touch her gently.

And her whole body felt amazing.

“ANH~!” Nami spasmed. Foam rose up at the corner of her mouth, her eyes shot back, her spine curled as her pelvis thrust forward to get more of that addictive touch. Because right now her pussy was singing.

Two days she’d been at the side of a lake. The lake was beautiful and refreshing and everyone wanted to get into it, but a gate was blocking the way. There was a line of people behind Nami, all pushing her to get in the water and feel better but she refused to open the gate, for she thought the toll was too large. And the longer she waited the more she wanted to get in the lake, the more shoving from behind her to get through the gate.

And the lake had just splashed her.

Her first real orgasm coursed through her body. It was such a small splash from the lake, but it had opened her mind to the truth of how amazing it could be. Electricity exploded in her body. The lake’s pleasures, the pure power of relief, Nami was finally going to be free.

But then his hand moved away.

And she was trapped behind the gate once more.

“Not good enough.” Nakaba hissed into her ear, then moved away from the whimpering navigator. He returned to the bed, presenting himself as he had been. “If you can’t beg properly like the bitch you are then you’ll never get this dick.”

No…

No, she needed that dick...

Her body demanded it. Angry throbs from her pussy that had come way too close to real relief. Somehow the taste of freedom with that minigasm now felt worse than if she’d edged again.

Nami also recognised his word choice. ‘Never’ get that dick? Even once this was over? The cum that had tasted so good? The pleasure he was giving Robin? Did Nami actually want all that as well?

...something deep inside Nami snapped.

A snap that did not drive her to anger, nor insanity, but to finally make her realise the totality of her loss. Without Nakaba there was no way she’d live till the end of the bet. She… needed dick. She seriously needed his dick. She needed that thick python more than breathing right now. And that reality was etching itself into the stonework of her heart.

Her feet began mindlessly stepping towards the bed.

Honestly, even if she survived the next few hours without him, what then?

She couldn’t masturbate this level of tension away without risking carpal tunnel and three weeks of her life. Her pussy needed a real fuck.

And who was she going to ask? The limp dicked pantie pervs of her crew who couldn’t even use luck to make her cum?

No.

There was only one person on the ship that could save her now. So why wait?

She opened the gate to the lake.

Cat Burglar Nami dropped to her knees, then lowered her head to the floor.

“Oh Great Nakaba, please fuck this slutty whore. I’m begging you to please spot my pussy. I’m begging you to take your huge bitch busting meat stick and turn me into your woman. I can’t make it another second without your eternal erection inside me, every moment you’re not makes my pussy scream in agony.” Finally her head raised slightly, showing the true depth of her feelings to Nakaba. “I’m so sorry I was a bitch to you. You and your massive meat deserve to fuck any pussy in the world without restraint. You’ve shown me the error of my ways and I can only beg that your mercy still lets you choose my unworthy cunt to be spotted next.” She spread her pussy lips ever so slightly, showing her pink insides that were so **** right now. With a teary plea she begged one last time. “Please… save me…”

“I think that you can definitely say you just handed me your pride as a human.” Nakaba chuckled, lazily waving a hand over his dick. “Come get fucked.”

Nami’s tears of frustration bled into tears of happiness.

She could only think of how stupid the bet was as she got down between his legs. She smirked at his sound of surprise but she didn’t meet his eyes, her appreciative gaze glued to his monolith of throbbing maleness, “As if you weren’t going to make me blow you first? Looking forward to denying me one last time, huh? Too bad, Nakaba. I know how your mind works…”

Not to mention she wanted a chance to get up close and personal with this hot fucking enormous Babe Spotter cock in a way she’d never experienced when contemplating the smaller endowments of the average male.

Nakaba just chuckled but kept his big stupid mouth shut for once. She started to jerk him off with one hand while the other slipped down to cup and fondle those great big nuts of his. There was just so much of Nakaba down here it was almost a bit intimidating. She grasped and caressed in a hopeless attempt to fit even half of an individual testicle in her hand. Her fingers couldn’t encircle the girth of his fat vascular shaft, at best she managed to cup one side or the underside of the shaft, feeling the heavy flesh pulse hard and hot in her grasp.

She felt her womb throb as she felt how swollen Nakaba’s balls were in her hand and her overactive lust-filled imagination plied her with the cartoonish image of her fallopian tubes twitching, her ovaries with heart-filled thought bubbles popping out of them.

Then she was pulling back to take him into her mouth and she was suddenly struck with how easy Robin had made this look because Nakaba’s cockhead definitely seemed bigger than her mouth. Nami recalled the ease to which she’d bobbed her head upon her previous partners’ much smaller penises.

Happening to look up and catch a smug expression on her spotter’s features, her eyes flashed and she placed her pink lips against his purple crown, wetly kissing it and deliberately licking up and down while trying to fit more of it into her mouth. She started to comfortably bob as much of it as she could without gagging too much - which took surprisingly little time. Her lips circled the massive head, a distinct clicking sound coming from her jaw as it came dangerously close to dislocating.

Nakaba’s grin was face-splitting as he looked down at Nami, the Straw Hat Navigator who’d had so much pride and self-respect that she’d forcefully resisted his first advances. Now here she was, looking like nothing so much as a fat-titted red-headed whore, every bit the slutty pro excelling at her job of working a hung stud off, her hands rubbing his balls and wanking his cock off fast and hard, making it quite clear she couldn’t care less about Nakaba as anything more than a walking dick-delivery system. She pushed her head forward, her lips suckling away like a hungry animal.

“Fuck, you’re good at that. Like the taste don’t you, you little pirate-slut?” huffed Nakaba, arousal thickening his voice.

Nami stopped rubbing his balls, eyes flicking up to him as she flipped him off, middle finger high. But she never stopped trying to wrap still more of his huge cock with her mouth. If anything, her motions only got faster, tongue shoveling in pre-come and his dirty smegma, her body screaming at her to get more of the nasty libido-rising material inside her.

Nakaba just laughed, "Come on, slobber all over me you crazy bitch!"

He took hold of her head and started to face-fuck her. Nami's eyes went wide as the massive head that sat on her tongue suddenly became an ache-inducing mouthful of throbbing meat that **** her tongue to the floor of her mouth and stretched her jaw wide. A pitiless buck of his hips, and that mammoth, swollen cap of flesh shot down her throat, stretching her gullet and making her gag violently. She reached a hand down between her thighs, rubbing her dripping cunt in time with his thrusts, frigging herself to help her get off on the brutal violation of her throat.

Nami saw the look of triumph in Nakaba's eyes as his thick prick started to overwhelm her, cutting off her air and making her dizzy in lust. She saw the superior sneer on his face as he began to use her like a common whore, laughing as he rammed her skull back and forth on his cock. He was unmerciful, pounding her throat without restraint, forcing her to deepthroat him as tears streamed from her eyes, drool pouring down her chin.

But she would not be beaten by an asshole cretin who was little more than a life support system for one great big Babe Spotter dick.

Nami could always rely on her seduction techniques on the high seas. Ones she used to swindle many dumbass men out of their money. This man had given her access to this snake disguised as a penis, and that was his mistake. They were on her terms now, Nami could finally go on the attack, there was no way she’d be overwhelmed by pleasure anytime soon, right?

No way. She would defeat him. She would make him hers. She would twist this dick for brains imbecile around her finger like she had so many others. She would fuck him the way he had never been fucked in his whole cocky life. She may have forfeited her dignity but this was how she would scoop even a slice of it back off the floor.

She gathered all her strength, focused on her lungs, and pulled back, releasing the flesh tunneled into her mouth so she could speak. His hand was still on her head, but it went slack in shock when she suddenly reared back and spat his cock out onto her breasts.

“Like you haven’t been dreaming of this.” She slyly smiled, wrapping his filthy spit covered cock up in her delicate funbags. The oncoming storm of pleasure surged through her body again once she felt the full breadth of meat against her, the thought of ‘will it even fit?’ washed over her brain before she shook it off to try and take control again. Squeezing her massive breasts around the veiny shaft and returning her sly smile. “E-everyone dreams of a Nami titjob. I’ve yet to meet a man who doesn’t gaze longingly at my heavy heaving breasts, dreaming of this situation where they get to fuck them silly.”

“I’ve had better.” Nakaba casually blew her off. “Hard to beat a woman who can make an extra tongue in between her tits to lick you.”

Nami could have been annoyed that he was already comparing her to Robin, but the twitchy dick betwixt her cleavage had garnered her attention fully. She wasn’t even sure which one the two of them were enjoying this titjob more, because right now her body was adoring the sweaty smells and intimate closeness from this horse in human clothing.

“S-such a naughty cock…” the navigator mumbled into the cock. Lightly kissing it’s overreaching head and loving the taste of clear liquid it was peppering her tongue with. “It made a woman’s fire burn so brightly. Will Nakaba’s big fire hose be able to douse the burning inside me?”

“Seems you’ve got plenty of fire on top of your head already, hawhaw!”

Not one for ginger jokes usually, Nami smiled along with the big dicked fool if only because the idea of him cumming in her hair wasn’t the worst plan… “Yeah, sure. Either way, it has to be soon, yeah? No way balls this big aren’t just **** to unload over a face this cute. I could really use a proper taste after you teased me last night. C’mon, please?” Her eagerness and desperation was beginning to curve their way into her speech. Her vigorous titjob becoming tighter and quicker on the Babe Spotter’s meat. Honestly Nakaba felt like he could unload from the titty pressure, seeing the snarky Nami so pleadful was great, but teasing this coy minx out of her control was way too fun.

With a sudden jolt, Nakaba stood up and knocked the navigator onto her ass. “Jeez, dull much?” He stretched himself out, and shook his head in faux disappointment at her fearful gaze. “Maybe this was a mistake. After Nico Robin’s amazing body and powers, a regular girl like you just can’t keep up. Perhaps that Princess I heard about today will give me a better fuck.”

“NO!” Nami cried, the frustration in her body flaring up angrily. Once more she debased herself on the floor, nails scraping along the wood in absolute need. “No! No, please, please please please don’t leave. I’m sorry my body isn’t good enough but… but I need it so bad….” Her breathing was heavy, fear and desperation getting the better of her. “You, you promised you’d fuck me… please, at least try my pussy… just once. O-or my ass?” She scrambled around, quickly showcasing Nakaba’s favourite ‘asset’ of hers. “Y-you liked my ass, remember? That spatula went so deep, but I bet your cock would go deeper…”

“Goddamn girl, it shouldn’t be this easy to tease you into oblivion.” Nakaba snickered, the small form of this strong woman curled up into a ball to desperately stretch her ass cheeks at him was too funny. “I was always gonna fuck you, I wanna be the King of the Babe Spotters. So I gotta fuck all the hot babes. And yes, your divine ass meat definitely puts you in the ‘hot’, not ‘not’ category.”

Nami sighed a little in relief, so happy that her booty had saved her body, even as she masked the sheer gall she felt at playing a full on groveling cumrag, "Glad to hear it, now let's get on with it for both our sakes." She said trying to be brash and bold, despite the quivering desire she felt.

Nakaba shrugged while spanking her ass with a chuckle, his hand making the soft flesh of her right buttcheek jiggle and sway. He lined up to her hunched over form, the shape of her spine visible through her skin as well as the large masses of tits pushing out past the sides of her torso. Something he found almost difficult as shivers of anticipated pleasure began shaking Nami to her core. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen a pussy this messy before.” He commented, looking at the state of various liquids and stains surrounding Nami’s sweaty crotch.

“Being barred from showers while edging a million times in two days will do wonders for personal hygiene.” She mumbled in slight annoyance, but then caught herself. Realising she had to stop the snark, Nami added. “B-but I’ll never wash again if it’ll make you happy.”

“It wouldn’t, but good work on the submissive attitude. I’m not gonna push it onto all my babes, but seeing you flip so hard from bitch to my bitch is doing wonders for my dick.”

“I’m so happy to hear that.” She smiled, genuinely happy to hear his cock was harder because of her. “So submission? If it gets you in me faster I can do some submission. Thank you, uh, Sir? Master?”

A wide, pussy splitting mushroom head was finally knocking on Nami’s door. Nakaba whispering in glee, “Hmm let me think….” he chuckled, giving his answer some thought.

At this point, Nami couldn’t give a flying fuck about whatever bullshit ego-stoking brain-bug Nakaba had in mind. She was so far past caring about such pointless ephemeral point-scoring.

Couldn’t he tell?!

She was wet for his Babe Spotter cock, wetter than she’d ever remembered being. Her pussy lips were swollen and flushed, pink and glistening, and trickles of her arousal dripped down the insides of her thighs. At the head of her slit, the nub of her clit was already jutting and full, standing proudly out from beneath its protective hood. It throbbed in hot, heedless, wanton need, and to the navigator’s muddled mind, the steady beat of it began to sound like the repetition of a single, wicked word.

Cock.

Cock.

Cock.

Cock.

“How about this; I’ll make a bet with you.” Nami moaned in fear and frustration.She was still feeling the effects of the last bet she took, but she wasn’t able to turn him down either. “If I skewer you and it isn’t the best dick you’ve ever had, then you can just keep calling me Nakaba, your crew member. But if it is, then I’ll become ‘Nakaba, your pussy’s sole owner, the Master of Nami the Slut.’ Or Master for short.” Nami let go of the fear, nodding quickly in agreement. They both knew the result of the bet, the odds of that dick being anything less than the best were 100:0.

The latch on the gate had just come loose. Anticipation, frustration, and elation all thumped at the heart in Nami’s chest. “Yes yes yes, pleeeaassee hurryyy.” She begged, practically praying for this all to end and the real freedom to begin.

More and more of her mess leaked down onto Nakaba’s dick. The pantie soaking liquid all her friends had been **** for was now drenching his meat in preparation for real sex. And the more seconds he waited the more this beautiful woman begged under her breath for him to fuck her. Every moment this snarky temptress was without him, the more she became his.

But one can only anticipate for so long before it becomes real.

In the metaphor world, Nakaba’s dick was the toll and the key. And when he pushed, both inside her cunt and the metaphorical her into the lake. Nami fell straight down into the waters that had teased her for so long.

Nami was young and tight, her pussy succumbing just as her mind had, and with a thick, wet slurp, Nakaba sank himself into her in a single, slow, conquering thrust. Inch after thick, veiny inch **** its way into the Straw Hat’s pussy, filling her as only he could. It was ****, the sweetest, most obscene **** the poor girl had ever known, and it seemed like it would never end. With his **** size, there probably should have been pain, but there wasn’t. There was only pleasure. Raw, cock-stuffed, mind-melting pleasure, against which this strong-willed cunning femme-fatale simply had no defense.

Barely half way inside her tight hole, the thick meat scraping inside the navigator became overwhelmingly too much.

After 2 days of edging herself to madness, Nami the pirate finally, totally, galactically… orgasmed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” She screamed as she came, her pussy spasming around him, her body shaking and her toes curling. Her fingers scrabbled at the floorboards, her head tossing back and forth as she moaned and mewled her ecstasy. Nakaba took advantage, and slid himself as far in as she could take, then paused to enjoy the sensation of her pussy walls trying vainly to milk his shaft.

And in one of last moment of her consciousness before it became overtaken, Nami gave up on the new bet immediately. Barely managing to squeeze out four words, but each held much importance: “M-M--MMM-MASTTTER!! B--BESSST!! C-C-O~AHN~OCKK!!! EEVERRR!!!!!” So thusly, with his new position firmly established with one thrust, the Babe Spotter’s chocks were away and he took flight.

Nakaba’s cock was thoroughly enjoying Nami’s orgasming hole. It squeezed him like it never wanted to let go, squirming on his cock over and over again. Two days of orgasms were being strung together like a baton passing marathon, once one ended he shifted a little deeper and her orgasm roared back to life. Her pussy was becoming a living onahole for him, just massaging the sensitive meat with her spasming internal muscles.

Nami had simply never felt ecstasy like this. The metaphorical lake was beautiful, her body was in pure bliss as it swam inside the water, and Nami dove deeper and deeper into the depths to let the euphoria envelop her. Enrapture her. Every powerful slam of meat into her canal made the water feel that much better, made the relief so much sweeter, and made her mind so much more ready to accept Nakaba as her one true Master.

Minutes passed and Nami was far too out of it to do much more than buck and groan like a btich in heat. The navigator had now become so addled with lust and a never-ending sea of orgasms that she couldn't think properly. Soon enough, Nakaba had her stumbling up onto the bed with a few light shoves and harsh slaps to her big beautiful slutty butt. She was on her back, legs spread, as Nakaba disrespectfully plunged his cock between her lubrication-lathered cuntlips. His position kneeling atop her splayed lowered body sent his heavy nuts slapping against her buttocks with every thrust of that vascular, sweat-greased pipe mercilessly squeezed into her unprepared folds. Nami was crying out with pleasure with every pump. Her mind had long since abandoned her. Her eyes affixed to her Master as he claimed her as his personal property to do with as he pleased. Letting his primal nature take over, Nakaba domineeringly gripped her shoulders while plowing into her pussy like a madman.

For Nakaba, their contest of wills was completely forgotten, he was so overtaken with lust and triumph, he might as well have been experiencing the massive dick for brains condition that Luffy D. Monkey was now known for. His shaft was surrounded with plump cunt-meat that, while not virginal in the traditional sense, encapsulated his cock within a dense, phallus draining embrace.

So long had he dreamed of devoting himself to pounding the inner walls of such a perfect pirate cunt into mush, now, with the majority of his enormous cock throbbing mere inches from what was likely to be an equally succulent cervix, making his pornographically influenced dreams a reality became his only priority.

He had both of his hair-coated forearms locked around the underside of Nami’s perspiration-dewed thighs. With her back laid out flat against the surface of the bed, the placement of his arms doubled as ‘hoists’ for her lower body. Abruptly, a retraction of his hips and an upward wrenching of his forearms suspended the base of Nami’s spine inches above the surface of the mattress. Following this, he dragged several ‘cleaned’ inches of his log-shaped member from the depths of her oozing womanhood. Subsequently, a gratuitously brutal reinsertion of these inches was punctuated by the disappearance of every girthy swelled, veiny inch of his member within her folds.

Tasting the heat and moisture of her cunt in its entirety drove Nakaba’s hunger from out of the realm of ‘controllable’. With his lower body pivoting and churning like a machine, he began sawing his log of man-meat in and out of Nami's vaginally receptive canal. He knowingly disregarded any concerns of discomfort the harder and deeper he pumped into her. Indeed, he was fully aware that he would not stop until his balls were completely empty.

Nami moaned, “Ohh fuuu-UUck, Nakaba! You- animal! Y-Yessss!”

He laughed, “Haha Yes, I am!” He made a point of tightening his grip on her thighs and rutting her like an untamed beast. He knew she didn't want him to stop. She might have even been trying to encourage him to continue by wrapping one of her legs around his waist, digging her sharp toenails into the flesh of his back, and attempting to meet his thrusts with an equal amount of ****.

The invasive ‘cervix-smooch’ that he had imposed upon Nami’s cervix was exchanged for a string of feral, repetitive punches of smegma-rimmed cockmeat against the definitive bastion of her virtue. This compression of cervix against cockmeat was born of the very same breed of thrusts that had delivered the mast into her cunt to begin with.

Against all reason, Nakaba’s lower body maintained both the muscular endurance, and definition required for a proper splitting of the increasingly ‘pinched’ cuntlips beneath him. In a manner similar to that of a far fitter male, roughly half of his vein-covered cock was torn from the suckling of Naimi’s folds, and reinserted into her clamouring depths at a rapid pace.

A minute’s maintenance of the honey-spraying invasion of her folds failed to slow the pace that he set for himself. Equally unaffected was the monstrous power that each of his thrusts carried. He was a Babe Spotter, a savant naturally skilled at the sexual arts, for why else would he have been imbued with such exclusive privileges and responsibilities over the sexual relations of all those around him? Sexual consistency appeared almost second nature to his body; no amount of constriction from Nami’s canal could slow his invasion, and without the intervention of these contractions, the shape of her previously unsullied depths was continually hammered into one appropriate for his cock.

The progression of this happening was not of the sort that a woman was ‘supposed’ to enjoy. Normally, only a minimal amount of ‘appropriation’ in regards to the shape and size of a partner’s phallus was to be expected. But Nakaba was a Babe Spotter of truly grand and respectable stature, the grossly excessive, shoe-string sized veins that coated the exterior of his already equine-sized phallus imposed nothing short of utter domination onto Nami’s ‘impressionable’ innards.

Having yet to taste the heat and weight of a ‘top-grade babe spotter’, the complete destruction of her cunt’s compensatory abilities was all but assured. Without them, a definitive facet of her ‘sexual future’ was likely to be pounded into stone:

“If it isn’t Nakaba’s cock, I won’t be able to feel any pleasure.”

She’d always have her friends, they’d always mean something to her… but this strange man who had wafted in from the sea and their lives now held the key to her feeling this good. The kind of amazing sex where she could feel his pounding influence in her soul. Like how hunger can make the best spice for food, edging had become the best spice for raw rutting. Sheer relief mixed with Nakaba’s already extremely amazing technique made this the best she’d ever felt. Just like her captain, Nami’s brain was in her crotch now, and it was being fucked hard. Part of her even wondered if this was why she was born a woman, to bring pleasure to her Master like all women should, and perhaps soon would if Nakaba had anything to say about it.

Nakaba unceremoniously shifted positions, rotating Nami on his dick without pulling out and shoving her further into the headboard. Flipping her onto her side then wrapping his arm around her leg to dive deep into unsearched depths of her man pleaser. The navigator really didn’t mind the rough treatment though, being his plaything felt amazing. Her body had been so uncomfortable for two days that this was her reward for finally accepting his cock. All she could do was squeeze as hard as she could to give him the best feeling hole possible, to the point where Nakaba almost feared she’d squeeze his cock off with how tight she was getting. But it only encouraged him to pound her even faster. Plundering this pirate’s booty so deep that his nuts slapped her with some ****, making her dream of the steamy cream inside.

She wouldn’t have to wait much longer though. Nakaba decided that this was the time to get the first of many loads inside the sweltering submissive Señora. His thrusts picked up speed, his animalistic grunts became louder and impassioned, and Nami picked up on it all. She looked up at her saviour with teary reverence, pouting her lips and nodding her deep approval as they stared into each other’s eyes. Two hearts pounding in rhythm from desire and lust, both **** to have thick seed enter her precious place. Nami needed it, Nakaba wanted it, what more can I say?

“GgrrrraAAGHHH!!!!” Nakaba roared. Bottoming out with perfect accuracy to once more thwack his head against her cervix before her orgasming hole was flooded with the gunkiest, smelliest semen on the grand line.

No sound escaped the navigator’s lips, her face too shocked and wide to even think. Nami’s soul clicked forwards towards total ownership. A deep part of her that had worried about this man and the cum he was injecting into her had just been snuffed out by the rest of her, the part that had almost an infatuation bloom from the absolute bliss of that moment. The hottest possible liquid had just entered her already overheated pussy, the fires of her previous entrapment flared up one last time to burn away the final cinders of her edging pains. Her entire pelvis shuddered in pleasure at every spurt of cum, sending aftershocks up her body, then down, then wrapping her in a blanket of happiness. He’d already stuffed her pussy full of his cream, yet she longed for more and he somehow delivered. Gurgling more Nakaba juice into her happy hole.

They stayed like that, locked in comfort and sweat, until finally Nami finally said something to break the satisfied silence. Wiping away a tear from her smiling face, whispering “...thank you…” up at his evil grin.

He chuckled even as his hips pumped fitfully, dick giving a few last pumps of cum into her pudgy canal flesh that contracted and wriggled in ecstasy, milking him and sucking out every last drop.

“Don’t mention it, princess. The first of many loads to cum!” He gasped, breathing hard he looked down at her as she looked up at him, both with sated faces but different reasons. She was content and smiling while he was still filled with lust and wanting more. To think he could insert himself into a friend group so easily and swipe the women right from under these men with nothing but the breadth of his dick. And magic earrings, but honestly with how these two were throwing themselves at him perhaps he could have done it without aid.

And speaking of stealing from the men, blonde boy burst blaringly into the bedroom. A handful of washed wet wearables wrapped amongst his arms.

“Nami! I’m sorry I said what I said, I’ve washed all your panties clean now so I promise I’ll keep going unt-”

Sanji’s heart fell when he saw his crush. Nami hadn’t even looked up to see him enter, the reverence and longing in her face while staring at the man holding her nude body with his dick still inside her, Nakaba… the bastard who was sneering at him evilly.

“Haha! Bit late for that dickhead!” Nakaba jeered, twisting Nami’s body on her dick like the knife in Sanji’s back. “The lady’s spoken for now, she’s finally found the dick that can satisfy her.” He chuckled, punctuated by a moan from the ginger he thrust into once more. “Which means the bet is all over! You just washed those panties with no way to get new ones!” He laughed and laughed, Sanji not even acknowledging the fallen cloth by his feet. “That’s hilarious, anyway I believe her last words to you were ‘Fuck off’?”

Returning to reality, the chef ground his teeth at the asshole. “The hell you say to-”

“Sanji.” Nami suddenly spoke. Her attitude instantly switching to stern parent mode as soon as he’d begun threatening. “You had your chance and you blew it. This perfect specimen’s going to be doing what you couldn’t and making me cum over and over again. Rather than just using me as an edging machine for wet underwear.” She slightly hissed, making Sanji wince at his own actions. “So leave. Don’t mess this up for me.”

“Right, Nami-san…” He sighed. At the very least he would do this for her, he didn’t want to make the situation any worse. Sanji dejectedly looked down at the pile of washed panties by his feet. No Nami, no Nami’s cum, and he just realised he didn’t have another cigarette on him. The only thing to bring him comfort was the navigator’s giggle of delight as he headed back to the kitchen.

“Sanji wait.” He heard the ginger say, turning quick with some sort of hope. “Get your dick out.”

“Wuh?”

“Dick out. Now.”

After a few moments of frowned insistence from Nami, Sanji slowly obeyed. Not his dream three-way with Nami-san but if this is what she wanted then he’d oblige. Maybe being fucked with two dicks was the way to make it all up to her. Still hard from earlier, Sanji’s 5 incher quickly popped into view, looking quite thin even on his lithe body.

“I’m only doing this for Nakaba. I think he’d like it if I showed you just how much you fucked up.”

Though she was slightly remiss to be leaving the good feeling penis, with a quick motion she extended her legs out and stood up on the bed. She was sad that seed was already leaving her folds, but this was for her master’s sake. Ejecting the full breadth of cock from her pussy to show it off to the cook.

It was the first time Sanji had seen the absolute titan that Nakaba kept in his pants.

This is what had been sliding into Robin the last three days. This is what had been stretching Nami out for the last few minutes. Even covered in jizz and Nami’s juices he could see the size of that beast was ridiculous. This was his competition for both women in his life, and Sanji had never felt so small.

Nami had already begun sliding her pussy back down, “That thing down there would never have been able to satisfy me properly. So thank you for failing Sanji, I’m much happier here with this.” She beamed, almost genuinely praising his lack of ability. Her eyes were fluttering from the slamming cockhead against her womb. One more orgasm racking her body right in front of the chef. Juice squirting from her and splashing his dropped trousers. “Y-you can go now.”

Scooping up his trousers limply, Sanji could do nothing but follow orders and retreat back to his kitchen. Thanking the stars that no one was around to see him like this, shuffling pathetically to safety with images of Nami and Nakaba’s cock plaguing his mind.

“Hehe, that was almost harsh.” Nakaba sneered happily once he was gone. He’d enjoyed that thoroughly, deciding to reward the navigator’s saucy words by grabbing her shoulders and squeezing even more sauce from her dispenser.

“W-whatever.” Nami shrugged, giggling through the rough treatment. “Maybe it’ll teach him a lesson in priorities, and choosing girls over their underwear.”

Nakaba brought her up, then performed the same squeezing motion around his dick. Loving the tightness that Nami provided him. “You’re pretty vindictive, aren’t you?”

The cock warmer of a woman was almost worried her inaction was going to cause boredom for Nakaba, but her body felt limp and exhausted after so many orgasms. All she could do was keep his interest up with her words. “Pfft. Vindication would be him catching some disease that made him love to watch the women he loves stolen from him by better men.”

Nakaba considered it for a moment. “That’d be pretty funny. But just so you know, it’s normal for the big dicked guys among us to never catch something like that.”

Nami gave him, and herself, a confused eyebrow. She was sure she’d just made that disease up… “Yeah, of course. It wouldn’t make sense for the better man to catch a disease like that.”

Meanwhile, in the Straw Hat kitchen, the man who was trying his best to avoid thinking about the huge piece of meat invading Nami’s pussy was suddenly having trouble doing so.

“...fuck. Well, you fucked up Sanji. At least Nami’s happy right now…” He mumbled to himself. Putting plates away slowly, making sure to keep his waist pointed to the counter in case anyone saw his growing pants tent. “...really damn happy. Probably much happier than what I could have given her… that Nakaba is an ass, but Zeff always said to respect someone able to pleasure a lady well.”

His brain was swimming in heat. There were images of Nami’s frustrated edges because of him mixed with the absolute elation on her face from Nakaba. The words ‘better man’ were floating around in the corners just beyond the images, but nothing was forming. Sanji’s erection was taking too much priority right now, and he quickly hurried off to the back of the boat (the men’s agreed ‘if you need to relieve yourself’ spot).

But Sanji wasn’t the only Straw Hat moving about the ship right now. A certain archeologist was entering her bedroom to the sight she’d been waiting to see.

Nami was desperately trying to hold on again, clawing the bed sheets tightly as Nakaba went to town on her lower half. ‘The Classic Style of Dog’ he’d grunted out before throwing her to the bed and slamming the largest girth in the world into her narrow passage. But she was loving it, Robin could see the grin on her lips as pleasure coursed through her body. Nami’s eyes were unfocused, looking right through Robin as if she wasn’t even there, just a blurry haze of shapes that didn’t matter when there was rhythmic bliss destroying her pussy.

“How wonderful.” Robin hummed at the scene, “I’m so happy you’ve decided to join our little cabal Nami.”

“R-Robin?” the flailing woman choked out, only now registering her audience. “Y-you were soooo right. ~AHN!~ Nuh…Nakaba… s-so good… it’s like f-fucking a machiIIIIine built to own women…”

Her friend giggled at the truthful words. “You are not wrong there. Though I’m more just pleased to see how relaxed you look in his hands. The bundle of twitching nerves you turned into the last few days made me almost worry for your health. I feared I’d need to take a more forceful hand in converting you but luckily Nakaba can handle that all by himself.”

Nami's mouth merely hung open in a wordless 'O' shape as she tried to keep up with the rapid thrusts from behind, only able to let out small squeaks and pants in-between. Robin was not jealous at all of her situation, if anything she was happy for her friend. A proper conversation could wait when Nami wasn’t quite so stuffed full with Nakaba’s manhood as she’d clearly lost the ability to register human words and the Babe Spotter refused to give her even a moment’s peace even while she was talking to her crew mate. Not that she probably minded in the fucking slightest, if there was a button to let this go on forever she knew she’d press that immediately.

But Nami didn’t need to respond anyway, as the Babe Spotter decided to get in on the conversation instead. “Oi, Nico Robin, strip and start making this one feel good. I like it when her slick slit spasms climactically on my cock and I think she still has a fuck ton more locked inside her just begging to get out.”

His original babe was already nearly done with stripping the last of her small denim items by the time he’d finished talking. “I don’t believe you truly need my help to wring those out of her, but I will always acquiesce to your requests.” She giggled, sliding onto the bed and moving Nami’s body up her own until their breasts squeezed together with every thrust. She whispered to Nami as she leant in close, “You look rather tired but try and stay awake as long as possible. You wouldn’t want to miss all this pleasure.” before finishing her descent and mixing archeologist and navigator tongues together.

The orgasm wracked woman probably did need to hear that from Robin. She was exhausted, after so many edges during the day before now getting to release them all in one big burst with the best sex ever… yeah, sleep was clawing at the edges of her mind something fierce. But Robin was right (and tasty), she’d regret it for years if her body collapsed on her during this, the ultimate release of tension felt too fucking fantastic to let dream world take her.

So she held on, through every thrust and slam atop her cervix, through all the added petting and squeezing Robin added, through more orgasms that the average housewife will have in a lifetime, she held on. She had to keep squeezing Nakaba’s big dick, so he’d be convinced to fuck her again another time. Nami was his now after all, she had to keep herself useful to him.

And when she finally did blink out of consciousness she’d managed to survive three more climactic waterfalls of cum, each occupying a different hole in her body. She felt used, tossed aside, and so cunt bustingly amazing. All the edges and terrible attempts to please her from her lackluster crew, now drifting away in the wind. The metaphorical Nami now rests peacefully at the absolute bottom of the lake, wrapping herself up in the warmth and pleasure of its waters.

She didn’t even care that Nakaba apparently had more to give, though she felt the loss like a grievous wound when he enacted a final withdrawal. Ohh… she felt so empty… Having a massive Babe Spotter prick inside her had felt so fulfilling. A pussy was fine to have, but a pussy stuffed with a fat Babe Spotter cock was so much better. Her dreamy thoughts felt so light. The lovely image of more sex when she awoke, oh she couldn’t wait! Now that she was free of her edging curse she could be more attentive to her master, she’d be the best slut ever for him. Way better than Robin ever could! That’ll be great….

Robin kissed her and Nami gasped as the lustrous black-haired beauty’s lips dominantly, fiercely fought hers, her tongue penetrating her mouth and wrestling the navigator’s down. As if putting her in an assassin’s **** hold Nami quickly felt the last remnants of consciousness fall away into Robin’s mouth. Letting the smiling woman giggle as Nakaba fucked her on top the navigator’s body be the last image burned to her memory.