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ONE PIECE FIC-FOR-ALL
Or, free-for-all-fic, or fic free-for-all, whatever phrasing floats your boat, if you will.
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Robin came around and began to squeeze and pull and lick the blonds nipples and Sanji cursed not being able to move his hands to his mouth at least as his faint yips and moans were so wanton and sexually charged he found himself blushing again in shame and lust. Were the others outside the door right now hearing this?
If not they certainly were now as his feminine moans became writhing violent loud groans of pleasure as Namis tongue began to explore his new female anatomy hitting upon his clit again and again.
Shit. Sanjis’ appreciation for the feminine form took on a whole new level. The sensations were intense and his body felt like fire with each unbelievable lick and twist.
Robin began to deeply kiss his mouth and stifle the goans of pleasure a little. A hand from the mirror slipped between Sanjis legs and fingers clasped together to push into Sanjis sex in earnest, adapting to the rhythm Nami was shoving her face into his wetness.. The cook could do nothing but pant red faced and moan. His body was no longer his…it was theirs. His nubile body felt like it would shake and buck until he died as a soul shattering orgasm rocked through him. Only Robins mirror hands keeping him upright. Euphoria so intense flooded over his senses and he wondered for a second if he had blacked out.
“It seems like Cook-san is a virgin.” Robin murmured down to Nami. He wanted to correct her and let Robin chan know he was a pretty experienced guy but he supposed as a girl he was a virgin. He could only hope it would remain that way. But first he needed to catch his breath, something very hard to do while Robin and Nami began to kiss and touch each other.
Nami broke away a moment.
“Sanji-kun, put on one of the outfits I was trying on earlier. We’ll get you back to the ship in a minute. Ah!” One of Robins hands reached between Namis legs and began to stroke there. “Ah, maybe a few minutes.” She corrected.
The cook didn’t know what disturbed him more. The fact he was being told to ignore the hot girl sex happening before him or the fact that he was just told to put on sexy feminine apparel. Scratch that. He knew what disturbed him most was he knew once he had said clothes on he was going to walk out of the dressing room into the arms of their dominantly male crew mates, looking like he had just been fucked and not entirely sure he’d resist giving himself to any of them if they asked.
To his chagrin even contemplating his situation was getting him more turned on than the sight of Robin now going down on their navigator.
Next up: Carried like a princess...resisting Marimo.
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