The life of a pirate wasn't always hectic. It was just that the less hectic bits didn't capture the attention of story-tellers quite the way that the exciting fights did, with epic finishing moves and heart-stopping back and forths. It always surprised people to hear how rare those fights actually were- three or four a year at most.

The vast majority of their time was taken up by either traveling- and that took up a fair portion of time, given how their vessel was wind-powered- or preparing for the logistical hurdles that came with long-distance sea voyages. Non-perishable food, for instance, had to be purchased in bulk and stored carefully so that the crew didn't starve. This meant supply runs.

The Thousand Sunny, the ship of the Straw Hat Pirates, rocked gently as the waves tried to carry it out to sea only for the anchor to pull it back. Sea Port Town was unimaginatively named, but as long as they had food, it didn't matter. It was this that the gentlemen of the group had gone to acquire.

Normally, it would have been Nami's job to purchase supplies as the most money-conscious of the crew-mates, but she managed to beg out arguing that it wasn't fair that she had to go every time. Luffy agreed and the matter was settled.

There were two reasons that Nami hadn't wanted to go. The first, the one that she had mentioned to Luffy when he asked, was that the day was too gorgeous to waste. The sky was a clear blue without a single cloud in sight and the sun had only just peaked, reaching the apex of its travel. They had four hours of daylight remaining, and Nami would hate to waste a second of it.

The second- Nami glanced at the woman sunbathing across from her, the sunglasses hiding her glare. Nico Robin. The bane of Nami's existence.

Nami had been one of the founding members of the Straw Hat Pirates; the second to join the group. The initial line-up had been of herself, Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji. Of the founding members, all had been male except for herself.

It led to instances that had been both flattering and irritating- Sanji's constant flirting for instance. Nami didn't return his affections, but a part of her did find his attempts endearing and the attention uplifting. The constant affirmation of her beauty did wonders for her self-esteem.

When Nico Robin had first sought to join the Straw Hats, Nami had a premonition that things were going to change and she had been on the fence as to whether it would be a good change or a bad change. Nearly a year in, she had her answer. It was a bad change- a very bad change.

Nico Robin was a bitch. One that had it out for Nami specifically.

It started the day she joined the Straw Hat Pirates, with her refusing to take a cabin of her own for reasons Nami couldn't remember. She remembered that the reasons weren't particularly convincing, but at the time, Nami had shrugged it off. She had reasoned that Nico just wanted to be friends- and who knew, it could be fun to share a room with another girl. A bit like a sleepover.

Once Robin moved in, she refused to move out, and changing rooms seemed too much like running away for Nami to ever consent to it. The year that followed was filled with snide comments, passive-aggressive semi-insults, and deliberate yet subtle flaunting.

Nico Robin, Nami hated to admit, was beautiful. Perhaps more beautiful than her. She was certainly better endowed. At six-feet-two-inches, the older woman had the legs of a model and the body of a pornstar. A consequence of sharing rooms was that Nami could very easily check her three sizes, which she had done in a moment of particular weakness.

It confirmed what she had been dreading to find out. Robin was bigger than her in every way that mattered. B100-W60-H90 to Nami's B98-W58-H88. Her only arguable saving grace was that Nami was shorter, standing at five-feet-seven-inches, so her assets looked disproportionately large. It distorted things enough that a passerby couldn't immediately determine who was bigger.

Still didn't change the fact that Robin knew and had been ruthless in flaunting what she had. Nami wouldn't be surprised if even this importu sunbathing session was a way to show off. Robin looked good in her swimsuit.

Not one to be outdone, Nami had tried to match her. She thought she succeeded- though admittedly, wearing a bikini with the word 'sexy' written across it might have been a bit on the nose. Especially given that the triangular pieces of cloth didn't cover much to start with.

The dressing battle didn't have a clear victor, but the sunbathing one did. Nami imagined that however confident Robin had been at the start of this, she wasn't anymore.

Robin's delicate porcelain skin wasn't meant for this sort of heat. Nami watched as another droplet of sweat ran down her smooth skin, starting from her elegant jawline and making it's way down her throat, down her collar bone, before picking up speed and disappearing down between the valley of her J-cup tits.

It gratified her to watch Robin pour out another cup of her spiked margarita from the pitcher next to her- her sixth so far. It wouldn't be long until she was further gone than she already was, and it served her right.

Did Robin really think that Nami wouldn't notice? The previous year hadn't just been filled with passive-aggressive ribbing, it had also been filled with 'harmless pranks.' Before every one of them, she got the same wicked look on her face- a tell that Nami had learned to search for.

When Robin had come up to join her, carrying two identical pitchers and with that gleam in her eyes, Nami had realized something was wrong. Consequently, she asked her 'dear friend' for a favor, sending her back down for a towel, and while Robin had been below deck, she had switched their drinks.

For the past hour, Nami had been watching with growing amusement as the effects of the drink took hold. Evidently, it wasn't anything too bad this time- just some alcohol. Nami might have even been willing to let this go if not for two things; the first being the more malicious pranks Robin had played over the last year and how rare this opportunity was.

Sea voyages tended to be long- several weeks on the short end and months on the long end. During that period, the entire crew was forced into a small ship and was in near-constant contact. It was impossible to hide much of anything from the others. If Nami tried to get revenge, someone was guaranteed to intervene.

With the rest of the crew out on the supply run, Nami had a golden opportunity. If she squandered it, there was no telling how long it would take for another to appear.

Nervously, she glanced upwards, checking the position of the sun. An hour had passed- how long until someone returned? Her plan would also be ruined if one of the crew-mates returned. A glance at Robin- was she drunk enough yet?

"Mind if I tell you something?" 'Passive-aggressive' was the phrase that defined their relationship. Even while subtly insulting one another, they pretended to be cordial.

"Wha' you wanna tell me?" Robin slurred- it was the slurring that Nami had been checking, using it as a measure to determine how far gone her opponent was. Was she far gone enough to be blackout drunk?

It didn't matter- Nami would have to commit. If she wasted any more time, then she ran the risk of delaying things too much and having someone return in the middle of it.

"I don't think you're made for this weather," Nami forcefully sweetened her voice until it nearly seemed caramelized. "Your breasts are seeming a bit red. Why don't you protect them by turning around? I can put sunscreen on your back if you'd like."

"Are they?" Robin glanced down at her breasts in confusion, before confirming to Nami that she was indeed drunk enough for the plan to proceed. Upon not seeing the red that typically came with a sunburn- the red that Nami said her breasts had- Robin's drunken mind decided to go searching for it.

Her hands went to her J-cups, pressing down on it from the top. Neither seeing red nor feeling heat radiate from the top, Robin's hands slowly massaged their way down her massive tits. Nami watched, hypnotized as the older woman fondled herself. She didn't snap out of it until Robin's dress snapped open. The shirt had been tied with a knot at the front and Robin's jostling had loosened it, causing it to come undone.

The tipsy MILF didn't even appear to notice as her mammaries spilled out, still searching for the imaginary burn. Without the shirt serving as a makeshift bra and pushing the tear-dropped shaped lumps up, gravity did its work and they began to sag. Abruptly, Nami remembered that for all that Robin didn't look it, she was over a decade older than Nami herself. Thirty to Nami's twenty.

It made sense that her breasts weren't what they used to be. After so many months of having to deal with Robin flaunting her body, Nami was more than happy to take the opportunity to demonstrate how hers was better.

More than a bit aroused from Robin's display, Nami allowed her hands to slip behind her back and undo the knot holding up her own bra- or at least that was what she had been intending to do. She missed once, then twice- she got it on the third attempt. Her coordination felt off. Hazy.

The bra fluttered to the ground and Nami frowned. She wasn't drunk was she? No, of course not- she had switched the drinks. There was no way she was drunk- not unless Robin had spiked both drinks. Why would she do that?

Nami was pulled out of her thoughts when a slurred voice drawled out, "So pretty..."

She glanced up and was somewhat surprised to see Robin staring at her- and her exposed breasts. She was almost expecting Robin to have been talking about someone else but they were alone. "They are, aren't they?" Nami cupped her tits proudly, lifting the fat jugs and shaking them, causing them to jiggle.

She was expecting Robin to be embarrassed at being caught staring or at least try to compete with her. She wasn't expecting what could be considered a capitulation. "They are," Robin nodded not taking her eyes off them. "Want to touch them- wanted to touch them for so long."

'Wanted to touch them for so long,' Nami repeated to herself. It was a crazy thought that occurred to her, one that she would never have considered under other circumstances. Could the older woman have a crush on her? Her mind went over the pranks that Robin had played on her.

The most recent one was clapping Nami on the lower back- very low lower back- as she was going down the stairs. Nami had assumed that she was trying to trip her down them or to get Nami to overreact to her 'friendly gesture,' in front of the crew. What if it wasn't? The swat had landed barely inches above her ass.

Then there was not wanting her own cabin to consider- Nami thought it was because Robin wanted to make her life hell. What if she just wanted to share a room with her crush?

And now this... "Robin," Nami asked carefully. "Did you put something in the drinks?" She knew the answer for at least half of the jugs so it served as a good litmus test for how honest alcohol had made Robin.

It turned out that the answer was very. "I put whiskey in," Robin said proudly.

"One or both?"

Robin thought for a moment. "Both of them," she nodded to reaffirm her statement.

Nami glanced at her pitcher. She had been so confident that her drink wasn't spiked that she hadn't bothered regulating her intake at all. She handled the heat better than Robin had so hadn't drunk as much, but it was still a fair amount.

Now that she looked for it, she noticed the faint buzzing that typically went hand in hand with drunkenness. That wasn't great. The sinking feeling in her stomach quickly gave way to alcohol augmented rage, "You moron!" Nami shouted, "Why would you spike both of the drinks?"

Robin stared at her, the same dark look in her eyes that typically went with one of her pranks. "Want you." Like a strike of lightning, Nami connected the dots. The darkness wasn't malice- it was lust. And it pushed her rage further.

"All of this- the past year- was because you wanted me? Haven't you ever heard of asking someone out you stupid bitch?"

"Would say no," Robin mumbled. The entire time that Robin had been talking, she had been playing with herself; messaging her gigantic bosom. It was distracting- Nami had been doing her best to glare at Robin, but her eyes kept trailing downwards. Looking at her, Nami thought that if Robin had asked her out on day one- before their relationship soured- she might have said yes.

An idea occurred- her initial plan had been to jump Robin. Nami had always had a sadistic streak when it came to people who wronged her, and for a while now she had been hoping to let it loose on Robin. The problem was that Robin wasn't a pushover in a fight.

Nico Robin had eaten the Hana-Hana devil fruit, which gave her the ability to replicate her body parts on any surface and control them with ease. Given that she was the only one who knew where her limbs would sprout, she always had the advantage of surprise. Using this Robin had been able to become the second-in-command of Baroque Works as Miss All Sunday; a group that used to rule the Kingdom of Alabasta.

So no, not a pushover. Nami had intended to get over this using the spiked drink- once Robin was drunk enough, she could have gotten the jump on her and taught her a lesson.

Another glance at her bare breasts. Nami mused that perhaps there was another way to teach Robin a lesson- one that would be far more enjoyable for herself. Lowly, she muttered, "Alright, you want me? You've got me. Let's see if you regret it."

She swung herself out of her patio daybed, standing on unsteady legs, the mixture of alcohol and the natural swaying of the ship ensuring that Nami had a tough time keeping her balance. The natural motion of the boat caused her breasts to sway from side-to-side now that they were no longer being held taut against her chest by her bra.

This didn't help Nami's balance issues, but the navigator managed to walk the few feet separating her and a bemused Robin with little issue. And without giving her even a second of warning, the beautiful red-head kissed her raven-haired companion.

Robin froze at first and Nami worried that she had misread the situation- but after the first few seconds of shock, Robin started kissing back. She tried to deepen the kiss, something that Nami allowed at first, but at around the climax, she withdrew and left Robin panting. "Why'd you stop?"

"You tried to drug me to get me to have sex with you. I'm fairly certain that's a crime- I wonder what the rest of the crew would think of you if they knew that?" Nami delivered her threat in a sing-song voice. The stick revealed, she offered the carrot in turn. "Of course, no one has to know- and I'll even give you what you wanted so badly. You just need to do a few things for me. Can you do that?"

Robin nodded hesitantly.

Nami smiled. "Then turn around."

Robin complied slowly. Nami wasn't sure if that was hesitance on her part, or if it was the alcohol wreaking havoc on her motor-coordination skills like it did on Nami's. Either way, Robin turned and revealed her glorious ass.

As far as tits went, Nami was willing to say that hers were better. Slightly smaller perhaps, but because she was a decade younger than the older woman, hers were still perky whereas Robin's had started to sag. Robin's ass was different. The globes were larger than Nami's, but unlike with the tits, Robin's ass was still taut. The frequent exercise that came with their lifestyle ensured it.

Robin had the better ass and Nami was determined to punish her for it. Her hand came down in a single lightning-fast strike, landing on Robin's ass with a deafening clap.

Robin, while she had been expecting something, hadn't been expecting the spank and hadn't gotten a chance to brace herself. A surprised scream tore itself from her throat only to be interrupted by another smack, this time on the opposite cheek.

Neither blow had been the normal playful spanks that characterized normal sexual relationships. Nami realized that after Robin had gotten a chance to adjust, her blows would lose most of their effectiveness. A pirate's life was hardly gentle, and as a veteran, Robin would have a lot of experience dealing with pain.

Consequently, Nami put her back into every blow, striking hard and fast before Robin got a chance to acclimate. Every blow left a red mark on Robin's alabaster skin- Nami intended to make it glow red. She didn't think that she'd have any problems with that.

Each blow to one cheek resulted in it wobbling. Ripples danced across her clear skin as the fat dissipated the force of the blow. The waves pushed against Nami's skin, tickling her as they went in an erotic display that dampened Nami's loins.

The only thing that could ruin it was- "Are you moaning?" Nami asked, incredulous. One hand rested on Robin's left cheek. The flesh glowed red and felt hot to the touch. It should have hurt- it was supposed to hurt. Why was Robin moaning?

"I'm sorry." The apology might have seemed more sincere if Robin hadn't moaned it out as well.

Nami's hand laced through Robin's midnight locks and tightened to a vice-grip, threatening to pull her hair out of her scalp. A jerk got a pained yelp out of Robin. "I'm sorry," Nami echoed Robin's apology in a saccharine voice. "I couldn't hear you. What was that?"

Despite the pain, it must have been causing her, Robin didn't try to escape Nami's grip even though she could have easily done so using her Devil Fruit. Instead, she repeated her apology- and it failed to impress Nami once more.

Holding even tighter, Nami twisted her hand to force Robin to look at her. "Louder- say it like you mean it."

"I'm sorry!" Robin shouted. Nami looked at her dead in the eyes and let the seconds tick by, leaving Robin in suspense as to whether her apology would be accepted. It wasn't.

"I don't think that you're being sincere. If only there was some way for you to prove your sincerity... let me think, let me think," a delicate finger tapped her chin at each 'let me think,' as Nami dragged out the piece of theater until she seemingly had a lightbulb moment.

"Ah, I know," Nami let go of Robin's hair, letting the older woman crumple to the ground as the arm holding her up no longer supported her. "Turn around." By the time Robin managed to get up and follow Nami's order, she had her panties pooling by her feet.

Once more, Nami laced her hands in Robin's hair and pulled her forward before she even had a chance to ogle Nami's now nude body. Nami pressed Robin's face to her wet cunt. "Your tongue isn't able to form a convincing apology, so let's see if it can convince me to forgive you another way. Lick."

Robin didn't need any encouragement. She dove right in- and Nami tightened her grip while swallowing back a moan. The fact that she could contain her moan spoke volumes about Robin's skill- or lack thereof.

She stared down at the raven-haired beauty between her legs with confusion. Robin was a whore, wasn't she? Shouldn't she have been better with her tongue?

It occurred to Nami that Robin might have been purposefully holding back- but she dismissed the idea. The brunette was licking at her with a speed that bespoke of eagerness. It wasn't willingness that Robin lacked- it was skill. She licked the same spot repeatedly with little variance, and it wasn't even the right spot.

Wanting to get the most out of her, Nami started guiding her, using her hair as a grip to reposition her head to where it best suited Nami. She moved Robin up, causing Robin to graze her clitoris once with her tongue.

It was an accident, but the moan that Nami let out ensured that Robin knew she did something right and tried to recreate it. She succeeded twice, and then thrice, and then more. Eventually, Robin narrowed down the spot that caused the reaction and started sucking on it, driving Nami to greater heights of ecstasy.

Desperate to heighten her pleasure further, Nami started to participate. She ground her pussy against Robin's face while Robin's tongue continued to chase her clit; every grind sent shock-waves of pleasure through her body. Six passes were all it took to get Nami to come to a screaming orgasm, spreading her juices over Robin's face and coating it.

When she pulled off, Robin's face was a mess, but it wasn't her face that caught Nami's attention. It was the fact that her panties were pulled to the side and Robin had three fingers buried into her cunt, pistoning in and out.

Nami clucked, disappointed. "It's not a punishment if you enjoy it, you know?"

"Sorry," Robin apologized.

"You keep saying that, and yet you keep fucking up, proving what we all knew deep down. Your a dumb cunt, aren't you?"

Robin didn't reply at first, so Nami tightened her grip. "Aren't you?"

That got the response Nami was looking for. "I'm a dumb cunt," Robin agreed, her voice dim and insincere at the start. It had been an accident- one that Robin hadn't meant to do. She noticed her mistake at the same time Nami did- and did the first thing she could think of to get herself out of trouble.

Nami's thought process derailed when she heard Robin call her 'mistress.' "Repeat that."

Voice far more convincing now, Robin repeated, "I'm a dumb cunt, mistress. Nothing at all like you."

If it was meant to assuage Nami, it worked- but it failed at getting her to deescalate. Instead, her heart pounded even harder in her chest and a grin crossed her face; both sensations urging her to escalate- and she listened. Between the long sea-voyages and the specificity of Nami's kinks, she rarely got a chance to indulge them despite her beauty. She wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

A smile crossed over Nami's face- one a bit too wide to be comforting. Too full of teeth. "I thought as much... slave."

And then her smile disappeared. Perhaps it was the passage of time doing its job and breaking down the alcohol in her system, or perhaps it was the final word that she had said, but Nami became abruptly aware of how out of hand things had gotten. What had started as a highly improvised plan to subdue Robin and not let her go until she agreed to stop bothering Nami exposed Robin's plan to drug and possibly sexually assault her, which in turn led to Nami dominating her and calling her 'slave.'

For now, that was fine. Nami looked into Robin's dark eyes, clouded with lust and pain, and realized that the alcohol in her system was still doing its work, removing her inhibitions and making her more honest. Some part of Robin liked this- being treated like this- no matter how she might protest it when sober.

And that was the problem. Robin wouldn't be drunk forever- she'd sober up eventually. Once she did, if she wasn't okay with what they were doing now, Nami would be in trouble and the shoe would be on the other foot. She'd be at Robin's mercy instead of the other way around, and she'd be able to get revenge.

Nami reasoned that perhaps there was a way around that- she'd have to break Robin before the day ended. Break her to an extent that the word 'slave' could truly apply to her. Break her to an extent that she'd no longer be able to fathom getting revenge.

As she considered how she'd go about doing that, Nami's left hand twitched minutely, almost reflexively going to stroke the brand on her right shoulder. The curved blue swordfish- the symbol of the Arlong Pirates.

Despite the name, the Straw Hat Pirates didn't deserve to be called pirates. The only thing they had in common with most pirates was that they opposed the World Government and sought the One Piece. Outside of that, they didn't raid or plunder. Didn't rape or torture or even really kill.

The crew Nami had been a part of before that had been different. The Arlong pirates were animals seeking hedonistic pleasure and were willing to do anything to attain it. For the most part that meant taxing the townsfolk an obscenely high tax rate, which was bad enough, but on occasion, things got worse.

Sometimes, tax day would roll around and the villagers wouldn't have raised enough. In response, the pirates would raise money directly by taking a tribute of young women, breaking them, and selling them as sex slaves.

Nami, as a member of the crew, had a certain level of protection from having it done directly to her, but Arlong had never forgotten that she had to be coerced to join. Consequently, he did his best to quell any thoughts of rebellion she might have had by making her attend a few 'breaking' sessions as an observer.

She'd hated it because she didn't. The people being broken were townsfolk that Nami was supposed to be protecting; people Nami was working to free. Watching them break should have been an awful experience. The revelation that she enjoyed watching it was an unpleasant one. It made Nami question what sort of person she was.

After that ordeal was finally over, after Coconomi Island was saved, after Nami had fully joined the Straw Hat Pirates, she resolved to put everything she'd seen and learned behind her and had fully intended to never use it herself. All things changed with time, however.

The smile returned and Nami cooed, "Good girl," before leaning in for another kiss. It had been the promise of the kiss that had served as the initial leverage she had needed to draw Robin in and trap her.

Part of her thought she should have held off longer, stringing Robin along with the promise of a reward. The other part of her knew that there would come a point where Robin might very well stop following her if she did that- a point where Robin would doubt the reward was coming at all.

And so she offered the reward and leaned in for the kiss. The last thing she heard before their lips met was Robin's squeak of delight. Their breasts smashed together and would have bounced them apart had Nami not been prepared. Her hands rested on Robin's waist, drawing her in and keeping them smashed together.

It felt heavenly to Nami. Her juices had added an extra sweetness to Robin's succulent lips, giving it a taste that invited further exploration. It was easy to get lost in it. Easy, but not permitted.

Nami remained conscious of her objectives and carefully tailored her approach, halting on the precipice of deepening the kiss, to see if Robin would try to take the initiative. She did- and that couldn't be allowed to stand.

The hand that had remained on her waist dropped slightly to her ass, where the flesh was slowly starting to bruise. Nami gripped down hard, drawing a scream from Robin as they disengaged.

Panting, Nami spoke. "Did you try to take more than what was offered to you, slut? Slaves shouldn't do that, should they?"

"I'm sorry." Nami gripped down harder, and Robin realized what she'd left out. "I'm sorry, mistress."

Nami needed to get Robin to the point where calling her 'mistress' didn't require extra thought. A point where the act was reflex. It was good that she set that goal. It gave her something concrete to work towards.

"Good girl," Nami cooed. With that admission from Robin, she let go of her ass, rewarding her with the cessation of pain and went back in for another kiss. Once more, Nami teased the entrance to Robin's mouth with her tongue, and this time, Robin didn't try to push forward, instead passively opening her mouth and waiting.

Pleased, Nami entered for a brief few seconds, dominating her mouth and looking for any hint of disobedience. Not finding any she withdrew and gave yet another reward, trailing kisses down Robin's slender jawline to her full breasts.

Nami dragged her tongue around Robin's puffy nipple in a languid motion. Robin tremored. Nami bit down. Robin whimpered.

Dislodging herself, Nami whispered, "Does a slave move without permission?" A hand idly went down to Robin's cunt confirming what she suspected. Robin was enjoying- perhaps even more than Nami herself. Her hand moved in slow circles, stimulating Robin further, trying to see if she'd move again.

Her toned thighs strained visibly under the glistening sunlight as Robin tried to hold herself still despite wanting to buckle over from pleasure.

She did a good job, Nami noted. It was almost impressive. Unfortunately, she had focused so much on staying still that she forgot to answer, and Nami couldn't let that go.

Another slap on the ass wouldn't do- Robin would be getting used to that by now. Instead, Nami's free hand wrapped itself around her throat. "You'll answer me when I ask you something," Nami told her, choking her lightly. "Does a slave move without permission?"

Another gush of clear liquid escaped Robin's pussy. "No, mistress," she choked out. She'd remembered to add mistress this time. Nami was getting close to breaking her.

Nami's grip tightened slightly. "They don't," she said agreeably, "So hold still." Her free hand-entered Robin's cunt, spreading it first with two fingers and then more. From the pained keen that Robin let out, she hadn't been ready for that. Nami didn't care.

She wiggled her fingers within Robin, trying to make a fist but was stymied in her efforts due to how tight Robin was. Sluts shouldn't be this tight- why was Robin? Nami frowned, mood worsening slightly. She drew her hand back out and lightly tapped Robin's clit.

Dry anal- also called painal- had been a favorite tool used by the Arlong Pirates to break new slaves. That option wasn't available to Nami for obvious reasons, but she could cause pain in other ways. The two most sensitive parts of a female's body were the clit and the tits after all.

The hand that had been inside her gently rubbed around Robin's clit, keeping her off guard as Nami's mouth moved to Robin's exposed breasts for the first time. A gentle kiss right on her nipple. Just when Robin had been lulled into a false sense of security did Nami spring her trap.

The gentle suckle on her tits turned into a rough bite, the small circles on her clit turned into a pinch, and the light choking became far harsher. Robin screamed her orgasm- and somehow managed to stay completely still despite it.

Nami was pleasantly surprised. "Who owns you?"

"You do mistress," Robin choked out, perhaps hoping the admission would get Nami to let go of her throat. It didn't. Nami continued to clamp down until Robin laid unconscious. The last thing Robin felt before trailing off to Morpheus's realm was Nami's lips on her own.

The sun which been at its apex when they'd begun had started its descent, covering the world in an angry red glow.

Despite it, Nami mused that it was more comfortable now than it had been in the morning. A gentle warmth to the scorching heat of earlier hours. The beautiful sunset had another effect. As it dipped, the sun positioned itself behind Nami's unconscious lover.

Nami's juices were still on her face, drying but not so quickly that they didn't reflect fractals of reddish-purple sunlight. The bite mark on her tits stood a marked angry red- a sign of ownership- of domination.

Nami liked how it looked on Robin- and for the first time in a few hours, she thought of the future. There was no going back, and quite frankly, Nami didn't want to. She was a sadist- and it was very rare for her to get an opportunity to fully exercise her kinks.

Robin was perfect for her. She was beautiful, nearly as beautiful as Nami herself. She was a masochist, she was living with Nami, and she was willing to do what Nami wanted. She was perfect.

Why would Nami let her go?

Her lips quirked upwards. A hand stroked the hair she had so roughly gripped before in a way that could almost be called loving. "Alright," Nami whispered, echoing the words that had started this. "You want me? You've got me. Let's see if you regret it."

Notes: This story was commissioned by Trissnico, who also goes by Naco N. He also commissioned another chapter for this story, which will be released on 1/1/20 at earliest.

I have published this story on another site as well. I am on hentai-foundry under the same username (Malkuthze) and I published this story here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/malkuthze/46758/Of-Coguars-and-Gingers