[ Sheer delight paints over his face as she follows the gentle urging of his touch, lips curving in a lazy grin at the sight of her with eyes lidded and lust dark with that endless haze of desire that exists even beyond the doors of the Omegadome. It's not quite the usual feeling of warm, satisfied bliss that rumbles inside him in the wake of his orgasm— that raw, animal need called rut still burns far too brightly for that, urgent and greedy and desperate for more of her— but contentment and joy still swell in his chest as he groans softly against the sweet heat of her mouth, tongue licking eagerly into her mouth. ]
Mhmm. [ His agreement is a low, needy groan and the shifting of his hips as they press forward, grinding the fat length of his cock deeper with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of her fingers skimming and teasing his swollen balls has him gasping softly against her lips, mouth stealing a few more messy kisses, but he purrs almost smugly a heartbeat later as he slips a hand under her, too, threading their fingers together as she explores the folds of her dripping cunt. ] Fuck, Nami— feel how fucking full of me you are. My knot's filled you up so good, your pretty cunt's swollen around it. [ Dotting more kisses along the curve of her jaw, Sanji's hips pull backwards, rubbing the fullness of his knot against her entrance, trying to heighten the sensation, relishing in the sureness that she's his, his mate and his love and just his.
Being tied together like this, rutting like beasts on the ground, somehow only heightens that surety, that feeling that they're exactly like they're meant to be. That burning, desperate ache for her hasn't lessened, hasn't abated even by a fraction, every scrap of his being thrumming with it just as insistently as his cock aches, throbbing deep in the slickly tight heat of her cunt, greedy and eager to give more of his cum. That he's still deep in his rut— that his instincts still scream at him to fuck and breed her, to keep going as many times as it takes to make her belly swell with his cum— is obvious, a low keen of pleasure slipping from his lips when she rocks forward as he buries his face in the curve of her neck, groaning her name softly as thick droplets of precum dribble from his slit. ]
Come all over my knot and my cock as much as you want, lovely. I'm gonna stay so good and hard for you, promise. Fuck— your cunt's too damn good for me not to, you know? And the way you smell— [ Mouthing and sucking another mark into her skin, he breathes her scent in— that thick, spicy, heady heat scent that clouds his head, that makes him groan a soft obscenity as a fresh wave of boiling lust surges through him— and his hips drive forwards greedily, encouraging her to grind faster. ] —you smell so fucking good, it makes my cock ache with how hard you're making me. Fuck, mate, I wanna make your gorgeous cunt come over and over and over again, wanna make you soak my knot and my cock so damn bad— [ She's perfect. She's so perfect and Sanji knows it, hips matching hers as he rocks them eagerly, matching her motion, her rhythm, mouth lavishing her neck with more greedy, suckling kisses.
Now that they've started again, there's no escaping how badly he wants her, how much he craves everything she is. Desire for her burns in him like a wildfire, so intense that there's no hope of controlling it, low, almost animal groans of delight rumbling in his chest as the friction of grinding the substantial thickness of his cock against the constant clench of soaked cunt sends pleasure lancing along his nerves and spine, leaving him nearly drunk on it and on her. ] My perfect fucking mate, I wanna fill your pretty cunt up so damn bad, you know? I wanna fuck it so full of my cum, lovely, your heat ends because I've bred you so good. Wanna make you come hard around my cock, yeah, make you soak it all over, make your cunt get so tight, I won't be able to last even a second longer. [ Mouth hovering over her ear, it's a low, husky murmur that babbles filth as the urge for closeness— for a lack of anything between them, even clothing— guides both hands under her, under her shirt, filling their palms with the inviting fullness of her breasts, roughly kneading and pinching the tightness of her nipples. ]
Gonna come for me, love? [ It's a low, breathless question against her ear as his hips rock faster, grinding almost desperate as the pleasure builds and builds, knot practically throbbing as the thickened head rubs deep inside her, mouth kissing and licking at the marks he's left on her skin. ] Come all over my thick fucking knot, like the perfect mate you are, and make me give you my cum?
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Mhmm. [ His agreement is a low, needy groan and the shifting of his hips as they press forward, grinding the fat length of his cock deeper with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of her fingers skimming and teasing his swollen balls has him gasping softly against her lips, mouth stealing a few more messy kisses, but he purrs almost smugly a heartbeat later as he slips a hand under her, too, threading their fingers together as she explores the folds of her dripping cunt. ] Fuck, Nami— feel how fucking full of me you are. My knot's filled you up so good, your pretty cunt's swollen around it. [ Dotting more kisses along the curve of her jaw, Sanji's hips pull backwards, rubbing the fullness of his knot against her entrance, trying to heighten the sensation, relishing in the sureness that she's his, his mate and his love and just his.
Being tied together like this, rutting like beasts on the ground, somehow only heightens that surety, that feeling that they're exactly like they're meant to be. That burning, desperate ache for her hasn't lessened, hasn't abated even by a fraction, every scrap of his being thrumming with it just as insistently as his cock aches, throbbing deep in the slickly tight heat of her cunt, greedy and eager to give more of his cum. That he's still deep in his rut— that his instincts still scream at him to fuck and breed her, to keep going as many times as it takes to make her belly swell with his cum— is obvious, a low keen of pleasure slipping from his lips when she rocks forward as he buries his face in the curve of her neck, groaning her name softly as thick droplets of precum dribble from his slit. ]
Come all over my knot and my cock as much as you want, lovely. I'm gonna stay so good and hard for you, promise. Fuck— your cunt's too damn good for me not to, you know? And the way you smell— [ Mouthing and sucking another mark into her skin, he breathes her scent in— that thick, spicy, heady heat scent that clouds his head, that makes him groan a soft obscenity as a fresh wave of boiling lust surges through him— and his hips drive forwards greedily, encouraging her to grind faster. ] —you smell so fucking good, it makes my cock ache with how hard you're making me. Fuck, mate, I wanna make your gorgeous cunt come over and over and over again, wanna make you soak my knot and my cock so damn bad— [ She's perfect. She's so perfect and Sanji knows it, hips matching hers as he rocks them eagerly, matching her motion, her rhythm, mouth lavishing her neck with more greedy, suckling kisses.
Now that they've started again, there's no escaping how badly he wants her, how much he craves everything she is. Desire for her burns in him like a wildfire, so intense that there's no hope of controlling it, low, almost animal groans of delight rumbling in his chest as the friction of grinding the substantial thickness of his cock against the constant clench of soaked cunt sends pleasure lancing along his nerves and spine, leaving him nearly drunk on it and on her. ] My perfect fucking mate, I wanna fill your pretty cunt up so damn bad, you know? I wanna fuck it so full of my cum, lovely, your heat ends because I've bred you so good. Wanna make you come hard around my cock, yeah, make you soak it all over, make your cunt get so tight, I won't be able to last even a second longer. [ Mouth hovering over her ear, it's a low, husky murmur that babbles filth as the urge for closeness— for a lack of anything between them, even clothing— guides both hands under her, under her shirt, filling their palms with the inviting fullness of her breasts, roughly kneading and pinching the tightness of her nipples. ]
Gonna come for me, love? [ It's a low, breathless question against her ear as his hips rock faster, grinding almost desperate as the pleasure builds and builds, knot practically throbbing as the thickened head rubs deep inside her, mouth kissing and licking at the marks he's left on her skin. ] Come all over my thick fucking knot, like the perfect mate you are, and make me give you my cum?