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cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
diamond game: they're about to be... knotty
His memories of last time are still vivid and sharp, as full of detail as the world around them, and it's because of that a few afternoons later when Nami's perched on his lap, both of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she reads a book that he idly mentions the idea of going back, just the two of them, when she's finished reading. It doesn't take long for that hypothetical to become definitive as they walk back to the conservatory, hand in hand, fingers threaded together, before separating.
After all, the chase and the hunt are part of the fun.
Just like before, his rut slams into him fast. All it takes is a few minutes before he starts to feel it– that urgent, bone-deep need that manages to quickly fill every crevice of his mind and body– and a few more before he's deep in the throes of it, skin flushed, heart racing, every inch of him aching to find his mate and bury his cock deep inside her. Surrounded by lush jungle and poshly decorated cabins, his head pitches back as he tries to catch her scent– Nami's scent– on the air. There are a handful of other omegas, a few alphas, and even a beta or two, but not her.
It doesn't even strike him how off the description of the game that is. Whatever else is true, his body remembers a simple, straight-forward fact: Nami is his. She's his, she's who he needs right now, and it makes him bristle that he can't find her scent. And yet the thought of tracking her down sends a chill rushing right down his spine, a sudden thrill as he darts forward, frantically searching in a haphazard pattern. It's unlike Sanji, whose nature as a cook is methodical and deliberate, who knows the importance of taking his time and doing things right the first time. But even without her near, his blood is running hotter than a summer day, as an urgent, desperate need to find her gnaws at him from the inside. It's a need with two sides, two facets that are equally important– a desperate, protective need that demands he keep her safe and something far more primal that desires her in a myriad of ways he can't even begin to explain.
And with every moment that passes without catching her scent, it grows even more frantic.
It feels like hours have passed in his search– in reality, it's only been moments– when he finally catches her scent. It's so damn familiar that he'd know it anywhere, knows it even outside of this place, when his mind isn't ruled by instincts that make him sprint as fast as he can, growling when another alpha crosses his path and delivering a swift kick to send him reeling. ]
Nami!! [ Sanji's voice is a low, throaty growl as he rounds a corner and spots that brilliant flash of tangerine hair near a small pool, a cherry tree thick with blossoms rising over it, the pang of relief doing nothing to sooth the frantic needs– to hold her, to kiss her, to fill her, to mark her, to fuck her, to knot her, to adore her– that rage inside him. Dashing forward at full speed, he doesn't give her the chance to escape, one arm wrapping so tight around her waist, there's no chance of escape, as his mouth descends on hers in a rush of greedy hunger, claiming it in a hard kiss. ]
Found you. [ It's a low, throaty murmur as he nuzzles his face against the crook of her neck in the next instant, breathing in her scent with a low, husky groan as his head spins and his cock aches, straining so hard against his slacks that it makes him want to whimper, at how perfect she smells. His lips part in the next instant, teeth bared as he finds that spot, that perfect spot, high on her neck, and marks her with a quick bite and a greedy suck. ] Mine. [ It's a low groan as he gently brushes a kiss to the blossoming mark, fingers tangling in her hair as he captures her mouth in another kiss a heartbeat later. ] My Nami. My mate. You're mine.
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As keyed up as she is, her imagination seems to take on a life of its own, needing no help or encouragement to send a parade of heated memories through Nami's mind, each one so vivid and potent they're enough to make her steps slow to a stagger.
She aches in a way that leaves the air charged with restlessness, her nipples pebbled hard against the fabric of her bra, making it difficult to do anything but breathe deeply as her hands grasp at the short hem of her dress. Impatience leaves her nerves frayed and her cunt aching insistently, her folds flushed and soaked to the point where she can feel every step she takes.
But as distracted as she is, she still wants to be won, not just overtaken. Something in the air shifts, and a base, primal part of Nami knows, right down to the marrow of her bones, that he's trailing her. A frisson of pleasure makes her shoulders roll as a grin spreads across her face. Her body burns to be found, but she moves anyway, putting on enough speed to get some distance between them before the pool she approaches draws her eye, making her go still long enough for Sanji's arms to close around her. He's strong and warm against her, the familiar shape of his chest all it takes to make Nami's already thundering heart skip around. ]
All yours. [ Her eyelashes flutter closed as she breathes the word out, hot and quiet on the air as her hands scrabble for purchase on his arms, the blunt crescents of her nails digging lightly into skin when his teeth dig sharply against her neck. They don't have fangs anymore, unfortunately, but she gasps just as sharply regardless, every cell in her body seeming to focus on every part of him she can at once. ] Sanji, I can't wait anymore– [ The need in her voice is reflected in the firm, eager way Nami grinds her ass against the thickening line of his cock as it strains against the front of his pants. Greed makes it so it's no longer than a heartbeat before the motion frustrates her, making her lift her ass so her cunt presses flush against his cock through his pants, wet and hot enough to be felt even through the layers of fabric. ] Make me yours again and again.
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There's never really been any chance of that, not since that first moment when she won him at auction, but here, deep in the Omegadome, he knows the moment they're reunited, she'll be his in every single way that matters. ]
You won't have to. [ The promise is a low, husky groan as she raises her ass and grinds hard along the swollen, thickened length of his cock, one arm circling around her, delving between her legs without a moment's hesitation. Every inch of him demands he take her, demands it with no delay or hesitation or restraint, the alpha eager and greedy to claim her in the way that matters most of all. He doesn't bother with things like unzipping his pants or undoing his belt; his freehand shoves and yanks them down his hips and thighs, shamelessly kicking them to the side. If a frustrated alpha or needy omega wanders along and wants to watch, well, that doesn't bother him.
Any other day, he'd be careful and deliberate with her pretty clothing– she looks so damn good in it, he hates to ruin it– but today, it's all just in the way. His hand slips between her legs and yanks her panties down her thighs, the motion quick and sharp as his mouth stamps more hot, messy kisses along her neck, nose breathing in deep the thick, heady scent of her heat, the smell of her arousal so damn potent, he moans softly, fingers spreading the sopping entrance of her cunt open wide. ]
Make you mine over and over and over, promise, Nami– [ It's a breathless whisper as his hips snap forward, plunging his cock hilt-deep in an instant into the clenching, blazing heat of her cunt, hand turning her face to look at him as he devours her mouth in a messy, demanding kiss. The feeling of being inside her– of how tightly her muscles shudder and clench– leaves him moaning softly, hips frantically fucking her before he's even had time to think. ] –mine, always mine, gonna fuck and knot and breed you however many times you want. My beautiful, perfect mate.
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He's not usually so hasty when he slips her panties off, the light sensation of the silky fabric being dragged down her thighs is enough to make Nami jump, and a needy moan to tumble past her lips, the sound sharpening into a ragged cry as she finally, finally, feels his touch against the soaked and swollen outer folds of her cunt. ]
Please, Sanji, please. [ Trembling against his touch, as though he's already made her climax several times over and left her too sensitive to keep still, her clit throbs as he spreads her open, sensitive enough that just the shift in the air feels like a caress, a thick droplet of slick running down the inside of her thigh. ] Need your cum, need you to fill me up and breed me Sanji please. [ It's then that he snaps his hips forward, rutting deep into her until she feels his cock filling her completely and can do nothing but cry out in blissful delight because of it, her cunt going tight around his length as she whimpers his name and rocks back on his cock. ]
Fuck, right there– [ Her hips arch up against his, angling her body against his so the hot drag of his cock against the soaked velvet of her cunt hits every spot she needs to feel him most – and right now that feels like it might as well be everywhere all at once. Nami feels herself pressing back against him, one hand reaching behind her to grab his hip possessively, urging him on as the blunt crescents of her nails dig into his skin, greedily marking him as hers. ] My cunt's so tight for your cum Sanji, can you feel it?
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Always— gonna give you so much of my cum, love. Gonna take such good, good care of you, breed you just like you want, make your belly swell— [ An arm circles around her waist as he babbles, the frenzied urgency of his rut refusing to relent, cock dribbling precum eagerly from its slit. It’s so, so strong, that desperate need to claim her as his, to engrave on her body and mind that she’s his, his mate, his omega, his love, his his his only his, a need so deep that it transcends thought and laces through his entire being. It almost doesn’t matter how wonderful cunt feels— it’s perfect, just like she is, the dripping heat of her surrounding every thick, heavy inch, so perfectly fitted around him that even the slightest motion makes him want to wantonly moan with animal delight— not when she’s right there beneath him, his hand savagely groping under her blouse to tear open her bra, fingers roughly kneading and squeezing her breast a heart beat later. ] Fuck— yeah, your cunt’s so damn good and tight. Wants my cum so bad, wants to be full of it, fuck— give you everything you ever need—
[ Fingers sharply pinching the tight peak of her breast, Sanji can’t keep himself from reaching up and cupping her cheek. It would almost be a tender gesture if he wasn’t forcefully turning her face towards his, mouth descending on hers in a rush of hunger and lust, crashing down greedily against the sweet, welcoming heat of hers. His tongue licks shamelessly into her mouth with a low, husky groan of delight, the sound soft beneath the obscenely slick sounds of his cock rutting into her, hips slapping loudly against the curve of her ass. There’s no art to the way he fucks her, no real sense of rhythm or skill, just the raw animal need of an alpha fucking his pretty omega as hard and fast as he can, panting as he growls obscenities against her mouth. ] Look what you’ve done to my cock. Look how fucking thick and swollen it is, all for you, all for your pretty little cunt. Fuck, Nami, think you’re gonna make my knot—
[ It’s all groaned and murmured against her mouth between greedy little kisses, the scent of her heat and arousal so strong, his head is spinning and the pleasure blazes along his nerves hotter than any flame. Already, Sanji can feel his thrusts starting to shorten, the base of his cock already starting to swell, thick and bulbous and lightly slapping against her folds as he takes one of her hands and guides it right there, gasping as the pads of her fingers brush against the sensitive swell of his knot. ] Feel what you’re doing to me? Already got my knot good and thick, gorgeous, made it nice and big to keep all that cum in you. You want that, yeah? Your alpha’s knot lodged nice and deep in your cunt, keeping you so full of his cum?
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So, so greedy. [ She agrees in a murmur, the heat bringing out a needy edge to her voice, a greed usually dressed in the husky purrs that usually tumble past her lips when they’re like this. There’s no self-satisfied, smug princess here, not with every thought and motion guided by the imperative need for more. For him. She belongs to him, and he should be marked with her scent and spend while she sucks him back to hardness to get fucked again. ] I need it. [ The words turn into a plea that stutters its way into a whimper, the wet sound of him fucking into her and the scent of their bodies edging her on, urging her hips to move faster, harder, driving herself onto his cock until his now slicked-up balls slap her ass each time their bodies lock together. ]
I want you to fuck it so deep into me. I need you to fucking breed me, Sanji. Give me every drop until I’m swollen from it.
[ Just saying it like that is enough to make her cunt shudder around him, fueling the desperation that has her breathless, lips wet and swollen from the animalistic way she bites at them between moans and whispered pleas for more—harder. Even though she’s only been gripped by this voracious need on her first trip through the dome with Sanji and Zoro both, she already knows satisfaction will only come once she’s sure he’s fully spent himself inside of her, and Nami knows she hasn’t ever needed anything more than that.
There might not be much of his token gentleness in the way he guides her to look over her shoulder, but right now it's the raw carnality in every snap of his hips or movement of his hands that she needs. It fuels the omega need still clawing at her insides, that hunger not yet satisfied despite the hot drag of his cock spreading her open with each brutal, perfect thrust. Nami’s lips part with a breathless whimper, her tongue licking against the pad of his thumb before her mouth crashes into his, the taste of him flooding her senses and the hot glide of his tongue against hers making her shiver, her clit throbbing imploringly.
It’s not to her body Sanji guides her to, but his own, the swollen base of his cock making her shudder as the hot flesh meets her fingers. She needs no encouragement to touch and massage, every caress molten and gliding from the slick that paints his length and her inner thighs in her arousal. Her back arches, the physical evidence of his drive to mate with her exhilarating, lighting her up with a fresh rush of urgency that threatens to push her past the brink. This is all for her; he is all for her, and she has never wanted or needed anything more than everything he has to give her until there can be no question just who she’s claimed by. ]
Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect; it feels like you’re made to keep my cunt spread and dripping. [ Her tongue licks his bottom lip, running over the curve of it, primal in her demands to taste and have more. ] Let me feel it, love. Make my cunt stretch around it until I’m coming for my alpha. [ His knot is wide and engorged, and she needs it; her body screams for that little twinge of discomfort before her walls wrap tight around that newfound girth, that fleeting twinge that reminds her that she is his, that they’re two halves of the same whole locked together as his cum fills her again and again.
The air feels like a thousand fingers against her skin, urging her nipples tighter against the forested breeze, a cool, enticing contrast to the heat radiating from her cunt as she staves off her climax just long enough to sink onto his knot and take it all. The hand once eagerly exploring the bulbous thick now urges her hard and fast to her climax, fingers pressing hard against the swollen bud of her clit, her nerves on fire as she strokes herself past the edge. ] Can you feel it? My cunt is stretched so tight around my alpha’s knot, and it's making me come so fucking hard. [ Her shoulders arch, plastering against his chest as a gush of slick squirts out of her, wetting the ground she’s bent over on, before another follows until her hips jerk erratically, the fingers on her clit still stroking over that throbbing bud until a second rush of squirt follows the first, painting the insides of his thighs as well as her own., ] Fucking fill my cunt like it’s all yours, Sanji.
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[ Beneath flushed, sweat-slicked skin, his blood boils in his veins, the sweet song of her heat setting it afire, making his rut grow sharper, deeper, more potent. The way his broad, throbbing cock fucks into her might be artless— all brute strength and speed, hips driving it into her with a relentless, wild edge, the single-minded need to fuck it as deep as she’ll take him overriding everything else— and unrelenting, but fuck if his body isn’t trembling with too much pleasure already. The hot, tight grip of her cunt urges him onwards, every eager clench, every fresh rush of slick, every greedy convulsion driving him deeper into that frenzy, a hand curving over her hips, fingers almost gentle as they caress her skin following a particularly tight clench— and then rear back, delivering a sharp, quick swat to her ass, followed by a tight squeeze that’s as possessive as it is pleased.
And if this is unlike the way he normally fucks her— rough, but still gentle, knowing she can take it yet believing she deserves to be adored in even this carnally intimate way— well, the way she whimpers as he tongue plunges into the sweet heat of her mouth and the desperate way she fondles and admires the swell of his knot tell him how much she thrills in being fucked and claimedlike this. Her pleasure— her delight, her needs, her wants— is the only thing he cares about, the only thing that matters as he stamps more messy, greedy kisses against her mouth, the need to mate with her so strong and urgent, all he can do is groan softly when she wets his lower lip with her tongue. ]
Was made exactly for that, mate. Mmm, fuck, made to keep every damn drop of my cum buried deep in your perfect cunt, too, you know? Made to get you so good and full— [ His teeth retaliate with a sharp nip to her lower lip, biting almost bruisingly hard, tugging insistently as he lets out a wordless moan of pleasure, knot throbbing against her fingers. ] —made to make you come so hard, love, make my omega feel so good while I give her what she needs most. [ There’s not a part of him that doesn’t belong to her— heart, mind, body, soul, all hers— but here, now, with his body screaming at him to hurry and claim her in this last way— in the way that matters the most for an alpha and an omega— all he wants is to tie the two of them together in a rush of bliss and heat and shameless, animal instinct.
The moment his knot finishes engorging— it’s so damn large and broad, perfect for ensuring not a drop of his cum leaks out— Sanji’s starting to shift, hands digging fingers into her hips, prepared to steady her in a hurried rush. Every inch of him buzzes with pleasure— it vibrates along his nerves, hot and sweet and seductive, a song just about to reach its crescendo— but before he can take action, she fucks herself on to his knot, taking him in a single stroke. Pride roars in his chest and he gasps at the suddenness of it, at how much she’s stretched around the generous swell of his knot, at how deep inside her he’s trapped, at how greedily her walls wrench tighter and tighter. ] Such a good omega. [ He groans, face buried in her neck, one hand suddenly under her shirt, pinching and twisting and tugging the stiffly pebbled flesh of her nipple, a reward as he messily mouths kisses along the side of her throat. ] Didn’t just take my knot, but fucked yourself right on it. Fuck, Nami, fuck, you’re so fucking tight, you’re squeezing my knot and my cock so damn eagerly, gonna make me give you all my cum— fuck— gonna fill you— make your cunt all mine—
[ His voice dissolves in a wordless groan as his hips sway forward, bucking desperately as he chases that feeling, that sudden greedy need to come. Fucking her now that she’s knotted is different— it’s more like grinding, every thick inch of him sheathed within her, grinding and rubbing the full length of him back and forth, knot ensureing he can’t slip out— but it’s somehow even more pleasurable, somehow even better. Face buried in the crook of her neck, his lips part the instant his release slams into him, latching to her skin to suck and bite another claiming mark that will linger for days after— lasting proof that she’s his— as he moans, cock and knot pulsing and throbbing. The bucking of his hips only grows worse— so much so that they pitch forward, Nami’s belly pressed flat into the soft, lush grass, his broad chest flush against her back— as he pumps her cunt full with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum. With every flash of pleasure, he kisses that mark with deceptive gentleness, gasping her name and filthy obscenities, until his orgasm finally subsides a long moment later. ]
Fucking perfect— [ His voice is a soft murmur a moment later as he cups her cheek, turning her face back towards his so he can press a messy, hunger-filled kiss against her lips. They’re still tied together— knot still thick and swollen, cock still achingly hard deep within her cunt— but his thrusts have momentarily slowed, just a little, as he grins at her, proud and pleased and wicked. Sanji steals another kiss, then a third for good measure, raking his teeth over her kiss-swollen lips, thumb affectionately stroking her cheek bone. ] My perfect mate. Gonna knot and fill you so many times while we’re here, Nami, make sure your cunt’s dripping my cum for days after and you never forget who your alpha is.
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Yes, yes, Sanji— Give it all to me. You’re mine; every drop of your cum belongs fucked into my cunt. [ She whimpers as he presses her down on the grass to continue spending himself inside her, the heat of his release filling her with pride and satisfaction, as the hand on her clit strays lower to caress the tight flesh of his balls. The wave of possessiveness that hits her isn’t shocking, but it is gratifying in a base, animal way she couldn’t have imagined feeling before stepping into the dome that first time. He’s radiant with the scent of her body, just as she’s been marked as his, and it still doesn’t feel like enough, like she won’t be content with the claim she’s staked on him until she’s been fucked and filled completely.
Shivering as his lips brush over the reddened skin where he’s left his mark on her neck, Nami’s breath still comes hard and heavy even as Sanji’s hips slow, frissons of ecstasy bursting through her, urged on by every movement he makes. ] So fucking perfect. [ She affirms in a breathy rush, at once wishing she was turned to face him so she could enjoy every facet of his expression as he lays claim to her, and shamelessly pleased to drive him so wild he had to take her like this, with the two of them coupling like wild beasts, bent over on the soft grass.
Practically purring in pleasure, she feels the touch of his hand on her cheek and needs no further guidance to turn and look over her shoulder at him with heavy-lidded but utterly wonderstruck eyes before he kisses her and makes it impossible for Nami not to lose herself completely to the taste and warmth of his mouth as it claims hers. ]
So fucking swollen and hard still. [ She murmurs in a babbling haze as her body arches against his, seeking the comfort that his skin pressing against her own always provides, no matter the circumstance or state she’s in. The pads of her fingers move languidly, exploring and caressing his balls on their way to ghost over the folds of her cunt spread wide around the knotted root of his cock. Already Nami can feel the need to rock her hips and grind against him while he’s so hard and driven so deeply inside her, the hunger that’s made her so eager to be caught and claimed right here in the open grass far from satiated.
Locked together like this, the pull of her heat is strong, as the thought of how hard and swollen he’ll stay now that his knot fills her makes the walls of her cunt shudder as they’re wrapped tightly around him. The way he praised her for fucking herself onto his knot is still bright and fresh in her memory, and the pleasure she feels just from being his perfect mate compels the slow, experimental way she begins to roll her hips against his, gasping as she moves against the wildly thickened-up length filling her. ]
Can I come on it again, love? Are you going to stay this fucking hard and perfect while my cunt squeezes even more out of your cock? [ Her fingers connect with her clit, and though she grinds against him slowly, there’s nothing leisurely about the quick, hard pace she strums against that stiff bundle of nerves. ] Fuck, you’re so fucking thick and hard— [Her whisper sounds almost awestruck as she continues to touch herself while her hips undulate against the girth rubbing and pressing against her walls. ] Tell me you want me to make my cunt come hard on your knotted cock, Sanji, it feels so fucking—[ Moaning, Nami cuts herself off as she feels her need rising and the mounting clutch of tension already spooling tight in her core. ]