If the clamorous way this heat makes demands on her body doesn’t get her, how overwhelming it is to have them both on her trail, breathing her scent in as she does theirs the closer they come, will. Even without touching either of them, she can feel the heat rising off their bodies, her senses so fixed on Sanji and Zoro both that if she could focus on anything other than the persistent, throbbing ache between her legs,she might be able to hear their heartbeats.
They call and their voices land like tangible caresses on her skin; like possessive, protective invisible fingers trailing up her spine, a sensation vivid enough to make her nipples pebble against the open air and for her steps to falter once more, the mounting desperation to be filled and bred seeming to hinder her escape. It’s all the opening that Zoro needs to collect her in his grasp and lift her off the ground, shocking a loud gasp out of her that warms into a moan as his mouth works over the soaked folds of her cunt, the sheer fabric of her panties feeling almost invisible for how wet she’s left them.
Every place her body touches his lights up, the bliss of it double-edged, tinged with the lingering absence of Sanji, hot longing underpinning the waves of pleasure that shoot through her when Zoro mouths over her cunt, her body maddeningly sensitive from the heat, and the nearness of her mates. It’s that primal urgency that pushes aside Nami’s inclination towards trying to keep her responses as subdued as she can. A raggedly loud, low-pitched moan vibrates through her and tumbles past parted lips as her fingers card through Zoro’s hair, pulling on it before he’s drawing her off his shoulders.
The tree gives a shake in its roots as the weight of three bodies collide with the trunk, sending a fresh cascade of soft pink fluttering petals down from the branches to further blanket the forest floor below. Another loud whimper steals past Nami’s lips as her back connects with Sanji’s front, and she’s caught in a cascade of bliss, finally feeling the cook’s skin against hers, the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Desperate to keep it all, to keep them, Nami’s arm slides tight around Zoro’s shoulders, holding him against her as she reaches back with her free hand to run her fingers over the nape of Sanji’s neck before letting them get lost in his hair, touching them like she’s fully aware that she’s got everything that could ever matter in the universe right there, and she doesn’t care if they know how profoundly they move her.
Thick droplets of wet catch and cling to the blades of grass below her body as Zoro snaps his hips forward to fill her, making the walls of her cunt clutch tight around him as though she were in the throes of an orgasm, her body so desperate to be filled. He fucks into her ruthlessly, and her body rocks forward in turn before tipping her hips backward, using the momentum of his primal, driving rhythm to grind her ass against’s Sanji’s cock.
“I’m yours,” she pants in agreement, as she turns her shoulders and tilts her head up to catch Sanji in a hungrily messy kiss. “I need you both, Zoro, Sanji–” Their names are barely more than whimpers, her nails digging into Zoro’s shoulder as her thighs press tight around his hips, while the hand in Sanji’s hair slips free to run down the side of his body, grabbing at his hip as she moves between their bodies, her slick wetting up Sanji’s cock as it drizzles past her folds with each of Zoro’s thrusts. The cook’s finger connects with her clit, and he’s rewarded with yet another feral moan, as the slick heat of her walls flutters tighter around Zoro’s cock. Her head turns further, teeth briefly raking against the side of Sanji’s throat before the jolts of pleasure sparking through her make her shudder and turn to bite Zoro’s shoulder as well, her teeth digging into flesh as she marks him up, relishing in the knowledge that she’ll get the chance to leave them both marked as hers before this is over.
“Come inside me,” she murmurs against Zoro’s skin. “I need it, I need you both to leave me full, I need you to mark me and make me yours.” As she details her list of babbled demands, her ass grinds firmly against Sanji’s cock, practically squirming against him as Zoro’s enlarged length continues to spread the walls of her cunt with every thrust, dragging against them, coating his cock in her wet. Her orgasm builds quickly, intense in a way that isn’t unfamiliar, but usually takes her a few climaxes to achieve. “Sanji,” Nami whimpers, desperately trying to rock against his fingers, fuck herself on Zoro’s cock, and grind back against Sanji’s at the same time. “Zoro–” The swordsman’s name is exhaled from some deep place in her chest, thickened up by the bodily tremble that has her juddering as she works to keep moving between them. Nami’s eyes flutter closed, her breath catching sharply as she goes tense, her pulse pounding as a gush of slick paints Zoro’s skin, clinging to his lower abdomen in thick droplets.
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They call and their voices land like tangible caresses on her skin; like possessive, protective invisible fingers trailing up her spine, a sensation vivid enough to make her nipples pebble against the open air and for her steps to falter once more, the mounting desperation to be filled and bred seeming to hinder her escape. It’s all the opening that Zoro needs to collect her in his grasp and lift her off the ground, shocking a loud gasp out of her that warms into a moan as his mouth works over the soaked folds of her cunt, the sheer fabric of her panties feeling almost invisible for how wet she’s left them.
Every place her body touches his lights up, the bliss of it double-edged, tinged with the lingering absence of Sanji, hot longing underpinning the waves of pleasure that shoot through her when Zoro mouths over her cunt, her body maddeningly sensitive from the heat, and the nearness of her mates. It’s that primal urgency that pushes aside Nami’s inclination towards trying to keep her responses as subdued as she can. A raggedly loud, low-pitched moan vibrates through her and tumbles past parted lips as her fingers card through Zoro’s hair, pulling on it before he’s drawing her off his shoulders.
The tree gives a shake in its roots as the weight of three bodies collide with the trunk, sending a fresh cascade of soft pink fluttering petals down from the branches to further blanket the forest floor below. Another loud whimper steals past Nami’s lips as her back connects with Sanji’s front, and she’s caught in a cascade of bliss, finally feeling the cook’s skin against hers, the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Desperate to keep it all, to keep them, Nami’s arm slides tight around Zoro’s shoulders, holding him against her as she reaches back with her free hand to run her fingers over the nape of Sanji’s neck before letting them get lost in his hair, touching them like she’s fully aware that she’s got everything that could ever matter in the universe right there, and she doesn’t care if they know how profoundly they move her.
Thick droplets of wet catch and cling to the blades of grass below her body as Zoro snaps his hips forward to fill her, making the walls of her cunt clutch tight around him as though she were in the throes of an orgasm, her body so desperate to be filled. He fucks into her ruthlessly, and her body rocks forward in turn before tipping her hips backward, using the momentum of his primal, driving rhythm to grind her ass against’s Sanji’s cock.
“I’m yours,” she pants in agreement, as she turns her shoulders and tilts her head up to catch Sanji in a hungrily messy kiss. “I need you both, Zoro, Sanji–” Their names are barely more than whimpers, her nails digging into Zoro’s shoulder as her thighs press tight around his hips, while the hand in Sanji’s hair slips free to run down the side of his body, grabbing at his hip as she moves between their bodies, her slick wetting up Sanji’s cock as it drizzles past her folds with each of Zoro’s thrusts. The cook’s finger connects with her clit, and he’s rewarded with yet another feral moan, as the slick heat of her walls flutters tighter around Zoro’s cock. Her head turns further, teeth briefly raking against the side of Sanji’s throat before the jolts of pleasure sparking through her make her shudder and turn to bite Zoro’s shoulder as well, her teeth digging into flesh as she marks him up, relishing in the knowledge that she’ll get the chance to leave them both marked as hers before this is over.
“Come inside me,” she murmurs against Zoro’s skin. “I need it, I need you both to leave me full, I need you to mark me and make me yours.” As she details her list of babbled demands, her ass grinds firmly against Sanji’s cock, practically squirming against him as Zoro’s enlarged length continues to spread the walls of her cunt with every thrust, dragging against them, coating his cock in her wet. Her orgasm builds quickly, intense in a way that isn’t unfamiliar, but usually takes her a few climaxes to achieve. “Sanji,” Nami whimpers, desperately trying to rock against his fingers, fuck herself on Zoro’s cock, and grind back against Sanji’s at the same time. “Zoro–” The swordsman’s name is exhaled from some deep place in her chest, thickened up by the bodily tremble that has her juddering as she works to keep moving between them. Nami’s eyes flutter closed, her breath catching sharply as she goes tense, her pulse pounding as a gush of slick paints Zoro’s skin, clinging to his lower abdomen in thick droplets.