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It started on the deck, just before lunchtime. Nami was reclining on the grass under her trees, listening quietly to the breeze in the leaves. The ship was quiet. She could faintly hear Luffy and Sanji bickering through the walls and doors between the galley and the outside. Zoro sharpened his swords at the bottom of the stairs, just out of her sight. Robin quietly flipped through her magazine on the lower deck, and Brook quietly tended the sails overhead. It was so peaceful that Nami could see herself dozing off for an early afternoon nap, then she felt the hands. She sat up quickly, startled as she saw no one near her. She still felt fingers on her thighs. She quickly lifted her skirt. A forearm grew from the ground just between her skirt, slowly stroking up her thigh to her panties.
Nami swallowed. Robin was being bold today. She carefully replaced her skirt to hide the hand and leaned back. She rolled her lip between her teeth as she felt Robin's fingers push the crotch of her panties aside. Two long fingers touched her lips, teasing them up and down several times between parting her folds. Nami looked around the trees nervously, worried that someone on the crew might see.
One look at the tree nearest her let her know Robin could see as much as she felt. An eyeball watched her intently from the trunk. Nami swallowed and made eye contact with Robin's tree-eye as she pressed herself down against Robin fingers.
Robin's fingers slipped inside her, scissoring Nami slowly. Nami let out a soft moan as she rolled her hips against Robin's hand. Robin's thumb found her clit and gently rubbed it up and down. Robin worked a third finger into her vagina, curling them up to tease her g-spot. It was so good. Nami squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she felt the pleasure pooling in her stomach, the tension just about to break-
Robin's hand was gone, petals brushing against her thighs like the ghost of fingers. Nami opened her eyes and looked around. She locked gaze with the eye in the tree trunk as it disappeared with a flutter of petals. Nami pouted as she slipped a hand under her skirt to readjust her panties. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, her fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh as she moved her underwear back into place. She looked around the area skeptically, wondering if she could quickly finish herself off without anyone noticing. It wouldn't take her long. Robin had gotten her so close.
Before she could entertain that thought any longer, Sanji called them all for lunch. Nami grumbled and stood up. Robin would just need to make this up to her tonight.
It happened again at lunch. Nami was trying to read the paper as Luffy and Sanji argued about what constituted a serving of meat. There wasn't much to actually interest her today, and she did not think either Luffy or Sanji had a decent grasp on a proper serving size. Zeff might have been a crotchety old man, but for a swanky place, the Baratie had generous portions.
Any thoughts about serving size were shocked from her mind as she felt something lick her pussy. Nami strangled the squeal that rushed up her throat, her fingers tightening around the paper. She peeked over the paper and made eye contact with Robin. The older woman smiled at her, but beyond that, she didn't do anything to indicate that she had a second tongue inside Nami's underwear. Robin grabbed her spoon, stirring the after-lunch tea in front of her as she chatted with Brook and Jinbei. Nami felt the tongue push past her folds and lap at her entrance.
Nami forced her eyes down, trying to focus on the paper as Robin's tongue worked its way inside her. The paper nearly ripped as a second tongue appeared to begin working her clit, licking and probing under the hood as the other one fucked into her pussy. Robin was going so fast that it was taking everything in Nami to keep herself quiet. She adjusted the paper to cover her face as she felt the sweet, painful heat beginning to coil in her gut. Just a little bit more, she was so close. There was barely an iota of shame about doing this at the dining table. It was hardly the first time, for any of them. Nami needed to cum so badly. Robin had already teased her to the edge once today; she can't do it again, right?
The tension was about to snap, and then Robin's tongues were gone. Nami looked up over her paper. Robin smiled at her sweetly over her teacup.
What the hell was she playing at?
Robin repeats her secret torture several times throughout the evening. While Nami is taking down the notes on wind conditions and currents, she feels two fingers slowly fuck into her. She sat there, clutching at her logbook for dear life as she tried not to fuck herself on those fingers. When Nami tried to get in a light workout in the crow's nest, she found herself held down to a bench by two arms. The hands quickly found her nipples and began to play with them through her shirt as a third arm worked between her legs. Just like before, they brought her right to the brink before disappearing in a flutter of petals before Nami could finish.
"Fucking hell, Robin." Nami panted as she lay back against the bench in the crow's nest.
Nami takes dinner in the observatory, under the guise of working on her map. In truth, she didn't want to risk Robin's wandering appendages in front of everyone again. How much longer could Robin keep this game going? She hadn't let Nami cum once today. Did Robin want her to come to bed begging tonight? It wouldn't be the first time. There were plenty of advantages to being the only woman on the crew, including an honestly giant bedroom all to themselves. Nami sighed and leaned back against her chair. She pushed her glasses up her head and rubbed her eyes.
"You should wear your glasses more." Robin's voice lilted from the doorway. "They're so cute on you."
"Then how would you keep your hands to yourself?" Nami snarked back, trying to force down the heat in her cheeks.
"Oh, you know I wouldn't." Robin smiled at her as she pushed the door shut. The lock clicked, loud in the quiet room. "I have an abundance, after all."
Nami felt the hands on her thighs under the table before she could respond. Nami spread her legs to welcome her as Robin walked over to the table. The older woman took her time, carefully corking each of Nami's ink bottles and delicately dabbing each quill and brush clean with the rag Nami kept in her kit. While Robin worked, her extra hands kept busy. They stroked up her inner thigh, massaging and pinching the pale skin. Then Nami felt something lick her from the palm of one of the hands. Nami looked down, and one of Robin's disembodied hands released her thigh to wave at her. A mouth sprouted from the center of it, and the tongue stuck out as it waved.
"Are you going to let me finish this time?" Nami asked hesitantly as Robin's hands moved to her panties.
"I don't know." Robin said as she sat casually across from Nami at the table. "You look so pretty when you're flustered."
Nami was saved from coming up with a witty response by Robin's hands inpatiently tugging at her underwear. Nami lifted her hips, and the hands yanked her panties down to her knees. A third hand sprouted from the chair around Nami's legs. Two pushed her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy to the cold room. Nami shivered and gripped the base of the chair as the third hand moved to cup her mound. Two fingers plunged into her as the palm-lips parted and wrapped around her clit.
Robin licked her lips from her seat across the table. "You taste delicious." The lips around her clit tighten and suck, the tongue flicking out to swirl around it.
"Robin!" Nami gasped, her hips bucking. She wasn't sure if she was chasing more of the sensation or trying to seek some distance. Robin chose the former, sinking a third finger into Nami's entrance and curling it back and forth. The mouth and tongue worked in tandem, creating a rhythm of sucking and licking that went perfectly with the movement of her fingers. Nami's fingers opened and closed around the edge of the chair, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. She squirmed in Robin's grip as her breath came in pants. She was so close.
"I'll let you come." Robin finally hummed. Nami cried in relief. Teeth gently wrapped around her clit, scraping against it as the tongue attacked the bundle of nerves with precision. Nami let out a strangled moan as the orgasm washed over her, her hand gripping the chair so tightly that she faintly recognized her nail breaking. She was going to be so annoyed by that later, but right now she's just so relieved to finally cum. Robin's extra arms disappeared, petals brushing against Nami's quivering thighs as she opened her eyes. Robin smiled sweetly at her from across the table. "I have first watch tonight, so you'll have to wait until after midnight to cum again."
"I suppose you won't be letting me sleep at all, huh?"
"We'll see." Robin said cryptically as she stood up. She turned to wave at Nami as she left the observatory, a mouth in her palm sticking out its tongue.