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TABOO

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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As it was so often, Luffy failed to notice the cold until it tested the limits of his tolerance; a little night-time chill bothered him little, and he was pleased to see her there against the frame of the window. All clear. She was keeping watch, not dozing on the job like he or Zoro might have, and she always went about it with deliberate preparation.

Tea, a blanket, for starters.

Luffy smiled at her. Sometimes, that was the only greeting he needed.

It was to the window a generous arm's reach from her side that he wandered to, putting a knee on the bench that ringed the wall in a ceaseless circle, propping his chin on his hands, elbows on the sill to either side of that blossomed limb on look-out, his breath fogging the glass as he remarked after a time:

"It's quiet."

A stiff wind had blown away the cover of clouds, leaving the stars to shine steadily down like blue fire trapped in a powder of diamond dust across that deep velvet sky. He might have contented himself to watch it a while in companionable silence, and may well have given such an impression to Robin. Perhaps what he chose to do next came as a surprise, when his attention wandered from the window and down to the hand that sprouted from the windowsill.

It started with a warm hand trailing up the delicate skin of her wrist, of callused fingers gradually intertwining with hers, the eye in that palm not hindered when it was his hand cradling the back of hers. It was his dark fringe instead, dusting her fingers as he bent, acting on something he had been taught those years ago. The press of his lips right against the smooth skin of that wrist a brief prelude to the gentle scrape of teeth.

There was just no way he wasn't angling for a reaction.

She regards his reply with a simple nod, her nose still stuck to the pages of the book she holds in her natural hands.

The sea was a terrible companion to any man or woman who dared to trespass upon its tide. Loneliness robbed those with great composure of their senses, driving even those of the cloth to debauchery for the basic desires of touch and taste grew stronger with every passing day. The same could be said of the Straw Hat Crew. While Luffy didn't seem to amorous type, Robin had on more than one occasion repressed the hunger of a few of her fellow crew mates. Like a Queen stopping an insurgence, she'd calmed the unquenchable thirst of their Cook and Swordsman without lifting so much as a finger, unless one could call a summoned hand or body-part as such.

When the Future King first approaches her extra limb, the cursed female looks beyond the trim of her pages. He had been the last person she'd have expected to embark upon such a journey, but he was just as much a man as the rest of them. The subtle touch of his lips sparks the embers inside of her body, feeling the swelling attraction for her savior grow where there had been no evidence of a seed being planted before. Repressed feelings of gratitude for his selflessness began to bloom in that single gesture, her eyes turning back to look at her book so that her blossomed hand is the only response he nets.

The lithe and slender length of her grown arm flexes backwards, allowing the purposeful tease to continue as it sends shivers to her form from across the room. Not so much as a hum or a moan escapes her lips, even if her entire body wishes to scream aloud to the roof above them. As far as she cared to give concern, they were separated from the rest of the ship, where such noises would be without witness save for the two of them. Fingers curl in an inviting way, bending towards his face so as to cup the masculine, yet gentle visage of her Captain. Tips trail about his cheekbones, giving the same sort of attention as his teeth had done, the subtle touch of another giving credence to the signal of his approach.

A lick of her thumb and she turns the page.

Another hand grows from the bench where he sits. It blossoms up in silence, growing like a rose from the wood so that it extends just in front of him. Fingers uncurl and spread, her palm opening to move in and rest at his chest. Careful placement of her touch is given to the bare muscles that shine in the faint light of the Moon on high, studying his body with great scrutiny for fear that she might one day need to recall his body to memory, wanting to know every fiber of the being that utterly defeated the man she betrayed. It follows the course she'd charted in her thoughts, moving down the front of Luffy's open top to rest the buckle of his pants. He'd not done any thing to warrant such an advance, but the necessity of release was the first thing on her mind the moment that teeth greeted her wrist. There's no hesitation in the way her fingers work at his restraints, pulling down the zipper and unfastening the single button which holds his waist together.

Luffy's insatiable appetites were typically within the bounds of food and adventure alone, though he had times when he thirsted for affection and those were often satisfied with the platonic gestures the crew came to expect. He just liked to stick close to people, sometimes. To have him act on the animal impulses that spoke of a more carnal hunger was exceedingly rare.

He was always selfish and greedy, but nevertheless held in him a heart large enough to love each of his crew members with an indefatigable intensity. If he was allowed just sometimes to be as much a man as anyone else on the Sunny, it should have been just as allowable if the Captain wanted one of these precious nakama to taste some of the pleasure they had shared all that time ago.

If it was about personal satisfaction alone, he might have said something bluntly, lacking any sort of shame or self-consciousness, simply trusting that if she minded she would refuse. But what if he could find satisfaction in watching her come undone again?

That was a Herculean challenge in itself; Robin had incredible self-control. The challenge brought with it a thrill different from the surprise of another hand mapping out the solid but pliant lines of his chest. It transformed this into a competition of who cracked first, while she was making a zipper purr down denim and his tongue was renewing an intimate familiarity with the delicate skin between her fingers.

The effect of sucking on a finger was somewhat ruined when her gentle fingers slid down his stomach, making him chortle.

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It wasn't her intention to disrupt his actions, far from it. Though it does give her a sense of power to know that the slightest touch can stir even the mighty willpower of Monkey D. Luffy. The infamous pirate was sitting there, confident as always, having his time at spoiling her fingers with such generous notions, but she was holding all of the cards in this game, or so she assumed.

Fingers dance like the feet of a ballerina, only lingering on the surface of his alluring muscles so that he is aware of her intentions and skill. She wants to discover what he's hiding, what he has buried beneath those clothes, beyond what normal eyes are privy to. All the while she remains vigilant to her duty, watching the horizon for any sign of danger even with their ship anchored. There was no reason why she couldn't mix business with pleasure, the attractive taste of thrill shaken with desire made for a very interesting prospect.

It is only then when she rests herself upon his length that she responds, her voice now loud enough to be heard over the actions that she is sure are making his limited focus ween.

"Goodness.. Have you been hiding this from me all this time, Captain?" Her eyes finally look up from the book, even though it is unnecessary for her to glance. Her extra eyes can see plenty of him, but to look at him head on from across the room was a different perspective for her. His loins were nothing to scoff at, though it came as a surprise to her that such an absent-minded lad would be equipped with the sort of bait and tackle befitting a man twice his size. Those with the name of D were certainly full of astounding surprises. "I suppose even you would be curious and eager for such things."

It's all teeth scraping the length of the finger he had caught in his mouth when his head jerks up, swinging a sidelong stare at Robin, the one to blame for his fraying focus. The hand she had blossomed out of the bench finds his interest still in its beginning stages and no less responsive; where one eye is framed between the brim of his hat and the shoulder of an arm bracing a fist against the wall beside the window, he stirs against her questing fingers.

Luffy hasn't the shame in him to even feign bashfulness, hasn't the same sort of worldliness that might read that for flattery. Anything he might compare himself with has shared a bath, meals, and battle with him, and the only body he knows half so well is his own. The captain's smile is a crescent overtaking his face.

"It's been a while," as if two years weren't the eternity it felt like sometimes, but that's the luxury of a man who lives so much in the moment, where he can glance over his shoulder at the past and claim it didn't feel that long at all. "I wanted another taste."

No other prelude then, just Luffy's fist leaving the edge of the window, flung out at his side so that he might catch at Robin's side. And then pull her, book and all, sliding that foot and change of smooth bench closer to him and her disembodied, blossomed arms. He expects, if nothing else, that if she objects she'll do something about it. They're pirates, if it's one thing they can be counted on, it's standing by their selfishness.

In any case, that hand comes up, cupping her cheek even if the way his thumb rests against the line of her jaw means he's handling her with less delicacy than someone like their chef would prefer. He means to turn her head to meet his eyes.

"If there's no problem, give me another lesson, Robin."

She's lassoed, caught in the rope of his arm and pulled towards what might be an inescapable fate laced with lust and depravity. She's more than able to walk away from this, turn her head to his advances now that she is no longer in the lead, but it's too late for her. What height she has on him is still evident, even in the two years that have passed. She can easily kiss the top of his head, raising both of her natural hands up to cup his face as her precious pages are dropped to the floor. He was such a powerful looking man, the sort that Robin instinctively involved herself with. The same had been of Crocodile, though never to the extent that she was now playing out with her current Captain.

Like petals on the bud of a flower, Robin's gentle lips kiss down the measure of Luffy's head. A grown arm reaches up behind him, pulling back the Straw Hat he's so famously known for. A small toss to another blossomed hand catches it, extending up and behind her own frame so that it rests atop her own head. She's at the beginning of his nose now, playful yet patient kisses landing on him with their intention felt through each warm and inviting press. When she finally comes to his lips, she hesitates. It's purposeful, her eyes remaining open to look him straight on, as if she were trying to domesticate and train a wild animal, speaking with so much more than words as she tries to look past the veils of his eyes and into that hungry soul which burns to know more of her intimately.

"You sure do have a thirst for trouble, don't you?" They're the only words she utters before her lips move in for the inevitable strike. A slight tilt of her head, those soft hands keeping to his cheeks, and she lowers her lips to reunite with his own. It's a lingering embrace, an appetizer that soon envelops her patience and composure as lips part to further draw in the curiosity and insatiable appetite of her handsome Captain. The arms behind each of them disappear, while the one still extending from in front of him has taken to cradling the shape of his arousal. Fingers tug out the impressive length, keeping gentle enough as to not harm him, but firm enough to let the ferocious lad know that she is anything but a gentle flower for his picking.

Soft moans echo from her actions, the heat of his cock making her fingers burn as she feels out the length of his tool. It had been two years since she first marveled his talents, too long ago when she'd let her ambitious curiosity get the better of her and the poor, inexperienced Captain had been at the mercy of her invading hands. Many moments had followed where a single taste of flesh had grown into a ravenous series of encounters. She'd created a monster, a beast fueled by satisfaction brought upon by her lewd conduct and need for release. There was no turning back, not when there was so much of her that she needed him to fill. The void of two years had created an expansive hole in her heart, as well as her routine, and only Luffy could properly cork it and leave her feeling full and whole.

The kiss breaks, for only a moment, giving the pair the chance to breath as saliva is strung between them from the passion and eagerness of their seal.

"You think you can sit still through my instruction, Captain?"

Her hair is so different to his fingers, as soft and sleek as dark, warm silk nearest her scalp in contrast with the coarse haphazard mop of his own; he's threading his hand through it to the back of her head just where it curves to her neck when it's more hands plucking off his straw hat. There's no protest, just a brief sidelong glance as it makes its way to the top of her own head, no complaint because he trusts her with so much already.

It's not the first time they've entrusted their lives and their dreams in each other's capable hands.

In spite of himself (or more appropriately, in spite of the arresting distraction that is one Nico Robin) there's still room aplenty for laughter, and his shoulders have started to shake with it hissing between his teeth when those light kisses pepper a path to the bridge of his nose, and if his eyes have momentarily squeezed shut it's only because he's given himself over to the way it's ticklish, it's funny, and it's one of those things that just makes him feel warm to the very core.

That's a different sort of affection, one he likes, and when their eyes again meet it really does feel like trying to tame a wild animal, even if it's one in as gregarious a mood as he is there's danger even when tigers play.

Her lips have a certain eloquence and finesse that he always lacks, they're unspeakably soft, and when they finally begin to part and her fingers are drawing him out of the coarse denim it's really all he can do to rein in the enthusiastic instinct to seize control over the kiss, to demand to taste her. It had been Robin who taught him that a little restraint exercised on occasion simply felt better, keeping his tongue soft as he swept between her lips to taste the hard edges of her teeth didn't disappoint.

The confidence in her clever fingers have an irresistible appeal; the kiss breaks and has him breathless, that cooling thread between their lips is dragged away by another sweep of his tongue, "No promises."

He's never been the type to lie back and stay still. Even now, he dips his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to the delicate slope of her throat, painting a hot, wet path to her collarbone and beyond, fingers curling into her hair at her scalp, trying to gently tip her head back as he goes to expose more of her skin to the light graze of his teeth.

There's still another hand he can use, and this one pushes up the expanse of her thigh beginning at the knee, dipping under the warm shell of her clothing, callused fingers spreading their grasp over the plush, taut flesh of her upper thigh. She's had her opportunity to tease, and now he wants a turn, pushing up the hem gathered at his wrist as his grip slides around to get between the seat and the swell of her ass.

Her skin is smooth, supple, just touching her can be its own fascination in itself, but better still when he can feel her respond in kind. One squeeze and that hand drags down the underside of her thigh, returns to the bend of her knee and shoves back up again, and this time pulls along with it the skirt all the way to the bones of her hips.

"Is your lesson," he starts, tipping his head enough to peer up at her with one wide eye through the tousled tumble of his dark fringe, where he's bent his face to the swell of one breast. One breath from letting his teeth catch her clothed nipple, "One you can give while I taste you?" She can try to answer while he seals his lips over it, clothing growing damp beneath the assault of tongue and teeth muted by those layers.

And here Robin had considered herself the lion-tamer. The witty exchange of words brings a bit of surprise to her already swelling emotions, the sort of remark she would expect from their Cook or a man with more experience in such routines. That is to say that she enjoys every word he utters, feeling her body slip further down onto the bench where they've made themselves comfortable. Her hands hold to the back of his head, the simple clamp of his teeth bringing out far more than a rising heat between her legs. The primal way in which he moves about her body makes her feel utterly vulnerable, the sort of fleeting feeling that she so often craved when letting herself cut loose like this.

As her back dips closer to the furniture, her grip at his crotch loosens, unable to focus as her voluptuous form is swindled of rationale thought and reaction. Each bite sends shivers through her body, leaving every second hanging as she hungers for more of the young man at her form. Her natural touch caresses the top of his head, her lips going tight as she hums to keep her moaning at bay. The sights and sounds draw up the memories like a pum-jack drawing up oil from the earth, the sudden rupture of familiar feelings and sensations making the moment all the more thrilling as she's made to be the first dish on what would be a several course meal for the two of them.

Her full thighs part open, little getting in the way of Luffy's desires aside from the thin veil of her underwear. It hadn't been her intention to wear a skirt with ease of access, but some times clothing just had a way of being rather convenient for such spontaneous ventures. It's clear even from the appearance of her covered lips that the very presence of the pirate was making her aroused. His sensitive nostrils are now aware of her scent, the musky yet fragrant smell of her desires a pleasing yet pungent aroma that even she becomes lightheaded from.

"Only.. Only one way to find out, Captain."

No promises. Because he won't give them out when he knows he won't keep them. Because he knows how he gets when they're both panting and their skin's damp and hot. He'll forget his promise and do precisely as he pleases.

It's not wit when it's a bald-faced, shameless question with nothing to translate the basic whims of the captain into something a little more acceptable. He just wants to taste her, doesn't want that to interfere with what she wants to do, and there's an earnestness and sincerity about his request that leaves absolutely no room for guile.

Fingers curl, gathering the side of her underwear in the hook of his grasp and begins to drag them down her hips, progress halted only when her thighs spread and the fabric goes taut and that's fine. That's fine because he's already bowed his head to press a kiss against her knee, and it's only a shift up one, two, three inches until he can settle his teeth around that tight coil of cloth and--

--sever it. Leaving the ruined cloth to tangle around the bend of her other knee.

Her skin always smells good, fragrant and sweet like blossoms in spring, but it's the aroma of her arousal that makes his mouth water, tongue painting a cooling path of his saliva up her inner thigh, where her skin is still more delicate and warm and he swears he can taste her pulse humming just beneath his lips.

The captain doesn't use his fingers to spread open the swollen lips for his first taste, only his tongue, pressing his mouth against the plush and pungent arousal with an eagerness that speaks of hunger, filling his nostrils with the smell of her. Muscle flexes as his shoulders nudge under each thigh, fingers grasping her by the bones of her hips and giving her a tug, sliding her waist forward in his dogged pursuit of an indulgence too long denied.

He's missed how she tastes, the sweet decadent heat of her flesh on his tongue slithering up in long, broad strokes.

Just like him to have an insatiable appetite for something both moist and hot. The very namesake of his chosen profession was robbing her of the most cherished possession of her breath, stealing it from her as her chest feels the weight of his talents pressed at her sensitive lips.

The press of his tongue is worked like the hinge of a brush at a painter's wrist, lapping at her already damp folds as if to paint her with several layers of increasing heat. The canvas he works begs for more of his artistic efforts, her entire body shuddering as she writhes upon the bench at his mercy. Her hands disappear, unable to maintain their concentration as her own natural grasp reaches out to keep a steady brace at the sides of his head.

"Lu-! Luffy-!"

Knees bend, raising up as the tension in her legs all but melts away from the anxiousness that had been building, reprieved the moment he sets his mouth to her muff. The few partners she had kept to her bed had barely scratched the surface of such things, yet here was the unassuming Captain who was now so easily peeling away the layers of her cool, collected nature like the organic wrappings around fresh fruit.

Then his tongue comes to the peak, clicking against her button that instantly activates an illicit response from her spine and limbs. Her back arches up, as if to build a bridge for him to follow, her voice crying out as if the rafters needed to hear more of her pleas for release. It's been far too long for her, too many months spent reminding herself of the texture and lust of his lips, that she threatens to spoil the meal by letting everything crack and spill just as the appetizer had begun.

He is relentless, possessive of every cry he manages to rip from her when his tongue lashes her where it makes her thighs tremble and her spine twist and bend. Where Luffy doesn't know the names of all the different parts of her that make her sigh and moan and shake he remembers, like some kind of muscle memory, how to pick apart her composure.

The trick to it was to never stop when he's found out how to make her breath shudder in her breast, to thrash her until her thighs go taut and her moans tremble high, to bring her back down with the hungry, slow slide of it along the whole length of her sweet, slick lips. Saliva and the taste of her paints down his chin and throat and have started to leave a pool of damp on the bench between her thighs by the time one of his hands begin to wander.

To slide up under her clothing and grasp the generous swell of one breast, squeezing that softness, flitting the rough pad of his thumb across a damp nipple where his mouth had soaked through shirt and bra. Craving more of that taste, of the way her flesh trembles around his tongue he plunges it inside, once, twice, half a dozen times while his concentration's shared more with the way he rolls the hardening nipple between his fingertips, gives her breast one more affectionate squeeze.

Her hands feel good against his scalp, he likes the way her fingers urge him, and when he takes the long, strong stroke back towards the hood his exhale washes hot over her. When next his lips seal around that sensitive bud, it's with him rumbling a hum against her flesh.

It's not fair to tease, but even if the lash of his tongue makes her peak he only intends on bringing her back there again. It won't spoil the meal in the least.

It's as if she's waiting for the floor to drop underneath her, her body wrung around by the noose of his orchestrated lapping. Anxiety builds, her orgasm fast approaching just before he leaves her clitoris at peace to give her opening the thin thrusting it yearns for. While he might not intend for it to be as severe as tease as it feels like, it becomes Robin's sole objective to NOT unabashedly plea for his mercy while her body rises and falls with every brush of his fantastic oral skills.

Fingers comb at the top of his head, brushing through the unkempt strands of raven-colored hair, the hat of his that she had been wearing was now behind where she lies. It's an afterthought in the moment, a secondary concern as her lips are plucked and plundered in a manner befitting the way Luffy set himself to food. She can feel the trickle down the slope of her rear, collecting and dribbling down the curve of her tailbone until it finally turns to droplets on the bench where she's being eaten.

"Nnhn-!! Luffy-!! Cumming-!! I'm cu-?!"

She brings a blossomed hand down to cover her mouth, teeth clenching down upon fingers so that they might act like a bite or a gag as she finally comes to climax. His speed and tenacity do little to impede the torrent of sensations, no concern given to letting her rest as his thirst and appetite now dictate the number of times she's made to spray. The warm course of liquid is brought from her slit, the warm fuck-sap of her lubrication practically splashing at his maw as she hits her peak like an semi crashing into a concrete wall. The stoic woman is a mess, her eyes rolling back as her body goes rigid, hands unable to grow at his sides to try and stop him.

And still he continues, until overstimulation inevitably has that rigidity trembling and only then does he relent. Cradling her hips in the strong grip of his fingers, he luxuriates in the taste, slowly lapping along the swollen valley of her flesh for long minutes of her cooldown. He's wearing about as much of her as he's tasted, an appetizer he won't mind having much more of, but for the moment he's satisfied leaving her wet and trembling.

Luffy turns his head, all lazy half-biting kisses up the other thigh, his chin painting her own scent up the skin of her inner thigh. He's halfway to her knee when he bares his teeth against her skin, shoulders starting to shake with muted mirth.

"I did a good job, huh?" he crows to himself, his laughter hissing shishi against her leg. He's allowed to be proud of himself, and it's true fondness in his smile as he rests his cheek against the bend of her knee, gazing up at her debauched body. One of his hands trails up the wet lips he's since neglected, soothing swollen flesh with a light touch, until a fingertip nudges inside and simply teases at her entrance, enjoying the way her wet body seems to suck him in, decadently warm and soft.

That can't be it for her, so that tease will evolve into two fingers hooking into her, drinking in the warmth and wet of slowly dipping both in deep to the third knuckle and dragging them languidly out.

Now he's just being too cruel with her.

There was no other road to charge upon, no other trail to blaze then to take matters into her own hands. With what little concentration she can afford, and the two-years worth of preparation to activate such a feat, Luffy soon finds himself in the company of two other women who hadn't previously been in attendance to their fated meeting. Hands from either of the similar looking females rest at the youthful pirate's shoulders, drawing him back so that now he too is lying upon the bench. Their hold on him is by no means violent, albeit a tad forceful, guiding him down with a sudden "THUD" as his back is now flat upon the wood.

Not a second is wasted, not a moment to lose, a pair of hands going to work to spoil and praise his efforts as they churn along the generous length supplied between his thighs. The petal-like touch of their fingers work his tool along, the memories of churning and stroking his curiosity soon returning to Robin's lobe as she finally rejoins the land of the woken. Eyes blink slowly, their focus waning before coming back to full use as she slowly sits up to see his new position at the hands of two full-bodied doubles.

"Of course.. So much so that I need to reward you.."

Her partners keep his prick steady, allowing Robin the opportunity to reposition so that her attention is now directed at his waist. She lays on her stomach, nestling herself at his crotch so that the heat of his cock is now fresh at her cheeks. The other two clones flick and probe his erection at her natural face, rubbing his sensitive helmet at her features so that her hot breath and skin are as much a tease as the crimes of his mouth had been at her drenched pussy.

"Thank you for the meal.."

The plunge comes without warning, her mouth opening to take all of him in one fell swoop. The tip of his rubberized dick hits the back of her throat, room to spare as more of him slinks down the tightened walls of her throat before his entirety is covered in saliva.

Trust and confidence had his guard lowered, surprise took over the rest, when it's two more Robins who drop him flat against the bench, hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs in a little gust, not nearly hard enough to harm a guy whose body is rubber. With scarcely a moment to consider his situation, let alone retaliate, there are clever fingers suddenly kneading a length that had ached with neglect, and for a few moments his hips only nudge off the bench in what could be better described as a writhe.

Oh. Oh that's nice. That's really nice and his own fingers twitch at the air when he tries to clutch at their wrists and settle down, his neck arching when his head turns against the bench, lips peeling back from a thin grimace of need.

Of course-- and that has his eyes darting a glance down the length of his own body to spy Robin's face, how those other two clones bring his heavy cock to bear, foreskin peeling back from his swollen head as it presses against her smooth cheek, pushes at her lips, the hot humidity of her breath a searing trickle across his skin that makes his adam's apple bob in his throat.

"Ah--" he manages, more a dry croak of a syllable than anything else, and that's when she swallows him whole. His exhale is a low groan hissing through his teeth as he doesn't dare move, one hand lifting to card roughly through the hair falling in front of his eyes while the other gives a kind of spasm of indecision, not sure if he wants to push it into her hair or just do something safer, like cup her cheek.

Robin doesn't give him the chance to decide, letting blossomed hands reach up to hold his hands against her head with the sort of pressure a Captain need use when making his female crew members bring him pleasure. The clones at his sides laugh shallowly, rubbing against his torso and arms as she hug each respective side of his body. Their breasts serve as a distraction, their attire beginning to loosen as they present the replicated goods of Robin's impressive bust for his approval.

Her natural throat works him without obstacle, sliding up and down his length as if her mouth was well conditioned for such a feat. Every push of his hands, even with the added effort of her own, helps to keep Robin at a pace which is soon to bring out his precious seed. The walls of her throat hug him tightly, threatening to keep him encased inside of her maw for far longer than it might take to make him unleash his deposit.

Every thrust is met with a desperate yet muffled moaned, the cork of his erection plugs up any ability for her to speak as she tries to use her grown doubles to speak for her.

"How is it, Captain?"
"Yes, how is it?"

The double pairing of hands come up to stroke at the scar across his chest, combing his muscles as the feeling of his masculinity helps to drive the collective arousal of Robin and her clones towards a tall, heady summit. Luffy always appeared so unassuming, the sort of features that would normally suggest that he was still just a child. Seeing him like this, with rippling abdominal and toned arms, the archaeologist could not help but feel herself become drenched now that she was putting her body to use for such a strong, powerful and compassionate man.

Just resisting the instinct to have his hips buck up into the welcoming, tight heat of her throat makes him tremble under the strain, fingers careful when he guides, but doesn't necessarily set the pace. It's her throat she's lending to him for his pleasure, and while he's found he can claim her roughly when his hands have spread wide her thighs this is not the time.

There's a base satisfaction in the physical struggle here, too, but none of it compares with the sweet, indescribable pleasure of being entirely swallowed up from root to tip. They ask-- she asks, and while his dazed stare is fixed on the seal of her lips around the base of his cock, thumbs sweeping at her cheeks, at the little strands of dark hair drifting around her face, he can only exhale a low, shivery groan.

How can he answer?

She feels like raw pleasure, hot and sweet and all-encompassing and he's so close, can feel himself beginning to throb, knows that means he's weeping slick precum right into her throat--

Ah, but he wants-- he wants--

His head drops back with a wooden thump, gives it another bang for good measure, and this helps clear his head from the raw, clawing need. "Guh..! Please--" he gasps, lust slurring syllables until a third whap of the back of his head against the bench solves some of that, "Lemme--hah--fuck," it's not common, not a word he drops so casually, there's only one case he's used it with her, and that's when he wants to bury himself into her, again and again, exhaust them both. "I want-- let me--!"

"Shhh- Easy now, Captain. Just relax. We'll take good care of you."

His moaning is dismissed as a single finger from one of the extras raises up to press upon his lips. Despite how cute he looked, so impatient and so adorable at the way he's pleading to be able to move, Robin cannot spend the time to enjoy it when there's plenty of spunk in need of being purged from his loins.

Her throat continues to work him as best as it can, conditioned muscles hugging around him like a perfect mold that pleasures every subtle curve and nuance of his shaft. When her eyes do open, they roll back into her head as his member plunges hard into her mouth, her vision glazing over as her orbs begin to water from the amount of gagging she tries to keep at bay.

Her counterparts marvel at Luffy's body, once more moving over his chest as fingers study and burn into memory the shape and cast of his toned body. They each whisper and moan, breathy words rising past Luffy's ears as they exchange their thoughts over his masculinity and attraction. At any other time such words would be regarded with discretion for the vulgarity they use, knowing that the pirate in which they speak of might not understand what they preach due to lack of experience and vocabulary.

Robin comes up for air only after she feels the rapid throbbing of his dick, sliding him out of her mouth so that he can witness just how much of him that she's selfishly tried to ingest. Spit follows like streamers, tassels of saliva stringing to her lips and his member as she teasingly begins to stroke him along with a single hand.

"Don't.. Don't you even dare. The moment you cum, that's it. You've got to last for me, Luffy. You've got to hold on until the last minute if you really want a taste of what I've learned these past two years."

The sound he makes at that could be described as little more than a growling whine, because he doesn't think he's ever been so close and told to stop. Or maybe it just seems worse because it's been so long.

"..!!"

Easy. Easy.

That's not the first time she's said that, he remembers her crooning something like that before into his sweat-damp hair, remembers her showing him how much better it all feels if he holds himself back, that it's easier if he remembers to breathe. So he does, first gulping air and then with more measured deliberation, tries to think about the way he's filling up his lungs instead of how she's left arousal boiling hot in the pit of him, the way her fingers set frustrated nerves sparking like little live wires.

It doesn't mean he wants, he needs her any less, because when he stares at her with sweat sliding down his jaw with the sight of her wet lips still seared into the slate of his memory, he wants to pull her down. To spread the pale softness of her thighs when he bends her almost in half, to rut into the cloying heat of her body until her breasts jump beneath the knees he means to fold to them, until the flush of her lust leaves her skin glowing, to crush her beneath the weight of the pleasure she taught him to give--

--and not acting on that impulse has to be the most difficult decision he's made all day.

"Okay," fights its way past his gritted teeth, and he compromises, "I can't-- can't be the only one... feeling good," Luffy manages, with the sort of stubbornness that could very well make this an order for all the impatient demand he transforms it into.

It's strangely cute, almost adorable, how the Captain rumbles his voice in his chest in protest to the orders she's passing down to him. She, who is beneath him. She, who is at his Command, was now giving the order for him to settle the coals burning inside of him so that she might enjoy his taste a while longer. It wasn't by choice that she'd been deprived of his loins, and such desires had turned to an insatiable desire to exploit her Captain so that her body might finally be at ease.

She holds her breath with every thrust that enters her mouth, her neck and hands doing the work for Luffy's restrained hips. Every inch is as delicious as the last, causing the brunette to wail loudly while the stopper of his length muffles any further noise that would draw attention to their debauchery. Her partners in crime keep their tight grip at the Captain, soothing his frustrations with the gentle touch of their fingers. Velvet digits dance over his bare chest, tripping over his nipples to give the small glands a gentle tease, just before pinching them firmly to further entice him and draw out more of the ire inside of him.

Robin sets him free from her mouth, watching as the collection of spit dribbles down his pole as she keeps a true hold at the base. Her eyes narrow as she laughs softly, knowing that the simplest gesture could very well spoil the surplus of white gold that had been brewing inside of him. The flattened surface of her thumb toys around his polished head, her lips sneering up as she watches the twitching and uncontrollable response which come from her cruelty.

"Oh? Tell me then, Captain.. What would you have me do? Don't you want me to show you how much I've missed this?" A slow drag of her tongue acts more like a wash cloth than an oral appendage, slurping up the already existing saliva before she's encased his helmet back between her lips. Her hand plucks him free, the seal of her lips breaking to create an echoing "POP" as he's kissed by the cool, open air. "POP". Again, she flicks him out as her cheek is pushed into before his thick pole is liberated from her mouth. "POP". "POP".

Her hand holds tight to his girth, a meager stroke starting from his balls to just beneath the ring of his tip. Every movement of her hand is driven with purpose, intention, aware of every spot along his cock that would further make him melt to her command.

"It's so close, isn't it? I can feel it, Luffy. I can feel all that cum rising up into this amazing shaft. But you can't spill it.. Not just yet. You have to tell me what it is that you want before you're allowed to make a mess all over me.."

That same absence is likely what makes it so difficult to rein in; it's the obscene pop of pressure released again, again, again that has him all brief flinches and little notes snagging on his inhale. Luffy grasps one wrist to pull distracting fingers from tweaking a nipple, hooks the other arm around the second clone's slender waist. A tug, the flex of muscle and spine means to pull himself upright, where he catches that clone's mouth with his, exhales again a groan into her lips.

He can't escape the love she's lavishing on him, doesn't want to, and when he's already so responsive to her touch resistance isn't possible. But Luffy can seek out distraction, to hold himself back by indulging her in some other way, and since she's been so generous with these clones of hers...

Luffy's tongue presses in past the lips of one clone while his fingers find the hem of her blouse -- already hanging loose enough to expose a not inconsiderable amount of generous cleavage -- and with a tug, unseats the teeth of the zipper from neckline to navel, palm scooping under the soft swell of one heavy breast. The right hand loosens from around the other clone's wrist, questing up her thigh. Lips break their seal and leave his nostrils full of the scent of flowers, of the musk that's still lingering in his mouth, saliva a shining thread between his mouth and hers. He's a moment more just panting, watching the original sidelong while he rests his cheek against one clone's shoulder, until he answers her.

"Haa, I wanna... make up for two years," his right hand has slide down between the other clone's thighs, where his still slick fingers help themselves to the reminder of how her swollen lips had felt when she was trembling in the wake of his tongue. They hook into her, three fingers all at once, delving into that decadent, moist warmth, the ball of his palm an indirect grind, too close to her clitoris and not close enough, fucking her with his fingers the way he'd intended for the original, until they turned the tables.

Toes flex, and Luffy's hips give an aborted twitch as his restraint slips, revealing just how much he wants to just buck up, to thrust into her fist, a growl of effort making his voice rough, rusted over with need, "I really..! I wanna fuck, please--!"

To think that she would have the wanted pirate in such a position, to have the iron-will of the great pirate Monkey D. Luffy bending at the bat of a lash and the friction of her fingers. It made her feel so powerful, so desired, just to hear the slight tinge in his voice as he whined to have his cock buried inside of her folds. She affectionately rubs the length of his prick against the side of her face, rubbing against it in a manner not unlike the way a cat might brush into their owner's leg or open hand.

Her deep eyes keep on him, even as she turns to place a gentle kiss on his tip as her hands once more grab the sum of his arousal. His impressive length is finally give the brutality needed to make him spurt, the purge of fluid the only focused thought she clings to as she watches spit and sweat spread over his girth with every stroke.

"We can't have you cumming so soon once you're inside me. Show me how much you've been saving up for me, Captain~"

Every ounce of skill she's acquired is put to the test, the way her fingers fondle and the method in which her palms paw. His swollen testicles are shifted, squeezed and pushed upon to coax him closer to the climax she thirsts for. The soft, slick feeling of her fingers gliding over every vein and bump along his shaft drives with the purpose of seeing the mess splattered not only upon her body, but his own as well.

The spoiled clone grabs hold of Luffy's wrist, clutching tightly to dictate the balance of her weight as she's delved in on by the hunger and ferocity of his fingers. The almost inhuman supply of lubricant she supplies is enough to coat the majority of his hand and wrist, trickling down with a wealth of coverage as it cascades down his arm. She mewls, moans with delight as her body is subjected to such marvelous treats. The shared climax she experiences has Robin's natural body pushing close to the breaking point between control and insanity, so much of her wanting to simply mount her Captain as if her were a stud, bucking at his crotch while riding out in the proverbial sunset.

"Cum.. Cum good and hard and cover me with this spunk. Cum and you can help yourself to whichever hole you like, and make up for the two years you had me waiting for this wonderful pole~"

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lol You okay??

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