Darian pulled his chair closer, invading Nami's personal space. She scooted away disdainfully, but he just leaned in again until she stopped moving, resigning herself to his persistence with a glare.
He grabbed her small hand, kneading the soft skin gently. "Nami, what's wrong with you? Why the cold shoulder?"
"Where did your mask go?" Nami asked sharply.
Darian looked at the mask sitting on the table and mentally slapped himself. Right. Going out without a mask was basically soliciting every woman in the village.
"Ah," he lied smoothly. "It was uncomfortable, so I took it off here. When I went out to check the perimeter, it was dark and no one was around, so I forgot to put it back on."
"Really?" Nami side-eyed him.
"Of course! Nojiko is definitely prettier than any woman out there!" Darian declared firmly.
Nami nodded, seemingly accepting the logic. Since Nojiko was the "woman at home," it implied Darian hadn't been interested in anyone else. Of course, she didn't realize the terrifying double meaning of his words.
Seizing the opportunity, Darian resorted to his most effective tactic: shameless seduction.
He took Nami's hand and placed it directly on the massive tent pitching in his trousers.
"See?" he whispered, his voice husky. "I didn't go out to find other women. It only gets angry when it sees you."
Nami felt the heat radiating through the fabric. Her face flushed red, and she tried to pull her hand away.
"You pervert!" she hissed. "Can't you think of anything else?"
"Not when you're around," Darian murmured, pulling her into his arms.
He nestled his face against her neck, inhaling her scent—tangerines and money. He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel exactly how hard he was.
"Darian, no!" Nami protested, pushing against his chest. "My sister is right there!"
"She's asleep," Darian whispered against her ear, nibbling the sensitive lobe. "I'll be very quiet."
"No!"
"Then just let me touch you, okay?"
Ignoring her weak protests, Darian's hands moved up to cup her breasts. He knew Nami's body better than she did. He knew exactly where to touch to make her melt.
His thumbs circled her nipples through her shirt while he kissed her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point. Nami's resistance crumbled instantly. Her protests turned into low, breathless whimpers.
Darian's hand slid down her body, over her flat stomach, and under her skirt.
Her legs were incredible—smooth, long, and perfect. He stroked her inner thigh, inching closer to the heat between her legs.
Just as his fingers brushed against her panties, Nami grabbed his wrist.
"No," she gasped, her eyes hazy but determined. "Nojiko is here."
She was panting heavily, her face flushed with desire, but her rationality held on by a thread. That was Nami for you.
Darian sighed. He could push her, but Nojiko was indeed sleeping just a few feet away (exhausted from his earlier "visit").
"But Nami," he looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, grinding his hips against hers. "I'm in pain. It hurts."
Nami bit her lip. She felt the throbbing hardness against her thigh.
"If... if you really can't hold back," she whispered, her face turning crimson. "I'll... use my hand."
Darian almost smirked. Hook, line, and sinker.
He stood up and pulled her to her feet. In seconds, his pants were down, exposing his fully erect cock to the dim light.
Nami stared at it. Even though she had seen it before, the sheer size still made her blush.
Darian took her hand and wrapped it around the shaft. Her skin was cool and soft against his burning flesh.
"Please," he groaned.
Nami began to move her hand. At first, she was awkward, just rubbing up and down. But she learned fast. She tightened her grip, twisting her wrist, using her thumb to rub the sensitive head.
Darian sat down on the chair, and Nami knelt between his legs, working him with dedication.
After a few minutes, her arm started to ache.
"Why isn't it coming out yet?!" she complained, smacking the tip. "My hand is sore!"
"I can't help it," Darian groaned. "It's not enough stimulation. I have a lot of stamina, remember?"
Nami glared at him. Then, a calculating look crossed her eyes.
"One million Berries," she stated.
Darian blinked. "What?"
"One million Berries for... extra service."
It was an excuse, and they both knew it. She just needed a reason to give in.
"Deal," Darian grinned.
Nami leaned forward and opened her mouth.
She took him in, wrapping her warm lips around the head. She bobbed her head, swirling her tongue around the ridge, sucking hard.
Darian threw his head back, a groan escaping his throat. Oh god.
He looked down at her. The sight of the greedy little navigator servicing him was incredible.
But he wanted more. He wanted to claim her completely.
He released a burst of his Human Path pheromones.
Nami paused. Her breathing hitched. Her body suddenly felt heavy, her mind foggy with lust. Her sucking became deeper, more desperate.
Sensing she was ready, Darian pulled her up.
She was limp in his arms, her eyes misty and unfocused. She clung to him, pressing her wet mouth against his neck.
He lifted her onto the table. In one smooth motion, he stripped off her skirt and panties.
She was already soaked.
He positioned himself between her legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and thrust inside.
Schlick.
The sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh filled the room. The table creaked rhythmically under their weight.
"Darian..." Nami moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries. He moved with purpose, driving into her hard and fast. He needed to tire her out. He needed her dazed and pliable.
After a few minutes of intense pounding on the table, Darian lifted her up, keeping them connected.
He walked toward the bed.
With every step, he thrust upward, hitting her deepest spot. Nami gasped, her head thrown back, completely lost in the sensation of being filled and carried at the same time.
He reached the bed.
Nojiko was sleeping on the far side, facing the wall.
Darian laid Nami down on the edge of the mattress. He climbed over her, pinning her down.
He looked at the two sisters. One sleeping deeply after being ravaged, the other moaning softly beneath him.
A dark, possessive thrill shot through him.
He began to thrust again, harder this time. The bed frame creaked loudly.
I'm going to conquer them both, Darian thought, driving into Nami with renewed vigor. Tonight.
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