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[ The voracity is the same, as is the way her awareness sharpens until she can't breathe without inhaling wisps of his scent as it drifts her way on the breeze, but this time, she knows what to expect from the strength of her heat. That isn't to say she's somehow more composed than her first time at the whims of the dome and her own gnawing lust, but they came here together, she knows he's out there, and it won't be long until Sanji finds her and gives her exactly what she needs.

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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[ Even with the desperation to catch her burning in his veins, the chase still sends thrills down his spine, the urge to prove his worth as a mate– as her mate– as strong as the other instincts that roil away inside him. His body yearns for her– demands to have her, to make her his without delay, to claim every inch of flesh his mouth can reach– but that wild, primal part called alpha knows it wouldn't feel right without the chase, that half the joy of catching is chasing. With every pump of his legs that bridges that gap, his grin widens by a fraction, heart hammering in his chest, his body prickling with sweet anticipation of the moment she's in his arms and there's no separating them.

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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[ The air is thick with his heat and the scent of his body, with Sanji, her alpha, her strong, gorgeous mate. Even if she wanted to keep giving chase, she wouldn't have been able to with her thoughts running together like they are right now. Just the rough, hasty rustle of his clothing as he pushes his pants down his hips is enough to send a pang of need straight to her core. Nami turns her head enough to watch Sanji over her shoulder, her fingers digging into the dense carpet of grass she's bent over on, awestruck and smitten as she takes. It's all so primal and unquestionably right, as though the heat guiding her movements feeds the love for him that Nami already feels with a new, dazzlingly hot fire, leaving her aching for him in ways she wouldn't have believed were possible before this, before him.

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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[ With every sweet plea that spills from her mouth, a shiver of delight shoots down his spine, each needy sound a reinforcement of something his body already knows deep in it's bones— she needs him, needs him in ways that until just moments ago, only existing in their memories from their last visit, needs him with the same viciously intense way he needs her. Even knowing what they were in-store for, he's still wholly unprepared for the intensity of everything, body trembling with animal desire just from being near her, from breathing her thick heat scent in. And he can't stop doing it, mouth hot and greedy in a rush of delicate bites, sloppy kisses, and desperate little sucks as he nuzzles fiercely against the curve of her neck, her skin muffling the husky groan of her name as she wrenches tight around the length of his cock. ]

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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[ Her body feels rubbed raw and almost painfully sensitive to his touch and the thunderous pleasure that's making her thoughts swim. Every inch of her feels like it’s built for this—like she’s made for his cock, to take every drop of cum and desperate undulation of his hips until her body all but bounces against his while they move together and the punishing drumbeat of her pulse causes the soaked, wildly hot confines of her cunt to tremble around him. Nami’s cunt is maddeningly tight, like she’s lingering on the brink of climax, walls coating him in her wet as she grips every inch of the heavy, hard pressure of his thick length each time it fills her. ]

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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It’s all yours, mate. Every fucking drop of my cum is yours. Gonna fuck you so full of it, breed you so damn good, you won’t ever forget who your alpha is, love.

[ 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.