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Hancock finally catches up with Luffy in Dressrosa. She knows that this is the third or fourth time the Strawhat Pirates have visited the island, and so to them, it’s probably old hat, but it’s her first time, and she’s quietly dazzled. Honestly, she hasn’t stopped being dazzled by all the strange and wonderful places in the Grand Line since she fled Amazon Lily. Disguised in loose and plain clothes—a beige linen cloak, tunic, and slacks, all jewelry forgone—she’s been able to move largely unnoticed across Paradise and the New World, all by herself. It’s the first time in her life she’s ever been alone, the first time she’s ever been truly free.
Luffy and his crew welcome her with open arms when she finally finds their ship in the harbor.
“Hancock! You made it to the New World!” Luffy exclaims, giving her a hand up the plank and onto the deck. She’s floored—he looks so different than he did when she last saw him. He's so handsome. He’s gotten much taller, much broader, and she can even see the shadow of stubble dusted across his jaw. He’s only a few centimeters shorter than her now. A memory pops into her head then—Rayleigh talking about the former Pirate King, explaining that Roger underwent a transformation in his late twenties in which he shot up like a tree because of the particular way he was training his haki. She supposes that must be what’s happening to Luffy, too.
“Wow! So this is the Pirate Empress!” a ginger-haired girl exclaims, and Hancock realizes this must be Nami.
“Yes. My name is Boa Hancock,” she answers.
“Well, I know that, of course!” Nami laughs. “You’re just as beautiful as everyone always says!”
Hancock can’t help but smile. While compliments from men are cheap and worthless, she treasures compliments from fellow women. She regrets her silly, jealous thoughts when Luffy first mentioned Nami to her—she seems like a nice, energetic girl.
Robin is equally wonderful; Hancock genuinely enjoys her serene demeanor and the way it’s tinged with a dark morbidity. It’s the kind of personality that’s forged in fire, and she suspects Robin also has her fair share of painful memories from her past. They’ll have to share a drink and talk sometime.
The guys are alright, as far as guys go. She instantly despises Sanji. He blubbers the most absurd, foolish garbage.
“Even dressed in rags, you are sublimely beautiful! Your eyes are like jade! Your skin is like bronze!”
She thinks someone should give him a few poetry books for inspiration, because his prose is pitifully elementary. She says as much, and delights in watching the wind leave his sails. It makes Zoro howl with laughter.
“You must want a bath,” Robin says, though kindly. “I’ll show you where, if you like.”
“Oh, I want to come too! Let’s have girl time!” Nami exclaims, clapping her hands.
They whisk her away before she can even say anything.
They’re staying in Dressrosa for a couple weeks to resupply and rest, and so Hancock familiarizes herself with the town. She wanders the streets every day, weaves through all the markets, tries all the best restaurants. She loves being able to go wherever she wants without any retainers or bodyguards. There’s no one watching her, no one telling her do this or don’t do that . She doesn’t have to act like an empress or a leader. She can just be herself.
To be quite honest, it’s all making her feel a lot bolder than usual. She’s free! No one is watching! Why not do whatever she wants? Who would ever know?
So, when, on the third or fourth day, Luffy offers to take her on a hike to a pretty pond that he discovered a week earlier, she agrees immediately. In the back of her mind, she can hear her sisters and Elder Nyon making comments ( should you really be going out alone with a man? ), but she ignores them and imagines what Shakky might say instead ( hmm, going out into the woods alone with the future Pirate King? Not bad, Boa ). Yeah, she’d rather follow in Shakky’s footsteps than anyone else’s.
They set out in the late morning. For a while, they just talk about this or that—the trouble Luffy’s been getting into since they last saw each other (good god, it’s a lot ), Grand Line politics. She impresses him with a few stories from her own recent travels, namely her time in Sabaody, when she had to fight off a gang of slavers and accidentally knocked down the ferris wheel in the process, with a World Noble in one of the passenger pods no less. That makes him laugh heartily.
They reach the pond sometime in the late afternoon. It’s much more beautiful than she expected it to be—it’s surrounded by a dense ring of yellow flowers, all stretching merrily up towards the bright sunshine. But though the shore is thickly vegetated, the water is crystal clear, like aquamarine glass. She can see the bottom in sharp detail, and all of the smooth white stones blanketing it. Small pinkish fish dart about here and there, and dragonflies occasionally land on the surface of the water. It’s still and peaceful.
“Wow!” she exclaims.
“Good, huh?” Luffy grins. “You could probably drink the water!”
She’s embracing adventurousness, sure, but she’s not going to go that far. That would be a shameful end for the Pirate Empress, to die of dysentery in the woods of Dressrosa. But, she’s not opposed to going for a dip.
“Shall we swim?” she asks eagerly.
“Yeah!”
He’s already seen her naked many times before, so she’s not shy about undressing in front of him. She’s not going to swim in her clothes, after all! She strips the tunic and pants off without a second thought. She doesn’t even think about the brand on her back, even though her hair is tied up and it’s fully exposed; he’s already seen that too. It’s very liberating to not have to hide anything. Relaxed and cheerful, she walks through the dense thicket of flowers to the edge of the pond and wades straight in.
The sound of a zipper catches her attention, though, and she turns around before she can stop herself. Luffy is undoing his fly. To take his shorts off. To get naked. Her heart skips a beat and she whirls back around, face hot. It’s one thing for her to be naked, but it’s quite another to see him naked. She’s a fool, she didn’t think about what this would feel like. Flustered, she sits down in the water and splashes her face with it.
Once undressed, he comes over and sits beside her, and she does not look.
“Ahh!” he sighs. “Nice and cool!”
“Mm, it’s hot today,” she muses, squinting up at the sunny sky. “You’re already a lot tanner than you were this morning.”
Luffy looks down at his arms. They’re verging on a golden brown, much darker than his thighs, which have been covered.
“Huh. But you haven’t changed color at all!” he points.
“I’ve been wearing a shirt, unlike you!” she laughs. “And anyways, I’m too dark to tan, I think.”
“Ah, must be nice. I’m always at least three different colors at all times!”
Hancock looks down at her torso. It’s all the same smooth coffee-brown, save for her nipples. When she glances up, she catches Luffy looking, too. Instantly, her face heats up. She can’t tell if he’s staring because he’s interested in the hue of her skin or her figure. It must be the former, because he’s never given any indication he even knows or cares that she’s a woman. But his eyes linger a little bit longer than simple curiosity might dictate.
They swim for a while, splash each other, and she maybe dunks him underwater once or twice, but eventually, the sun gets too hot, and they have to get out of the pond and take cover under the shade of a nearby tree. When they walk back out through the thicket of flowers, all the pollen sticks to their damp calves. They decide to remain nude under the tree until they’re dry, when they’ll be able to brush the pollen off easily. It’s too hot for clothes anyways.
“Someday, I’m going to tell everyone that I skinny-dipped with the Pirate King,” Hancock grins. “No one will believe me, but still.”
“Ha! Well, no one would believe me if I said I skinny-dipped with the Pirate Empress, either.”
She laughs, and foolishly turns to look at Luffy. He’s grinning, eyes closed, hands folded behind his head. Though he’s gotten bigger, he’s still quite lean, skin tight against his muscles. The swell of his bicep leads down into the curve of his chest, which leads to his sculpted abdominal muscles, finishing in a deep-carved ‘V’ where his hipbones are. There’s a dense trail of hair below his navel now which definitely wasn’t there the last time she saw him. Heart racing, she quickly averts her eyes before she looks any farther, not that she can really see much more past his bent leg. God, he’s become a very handsome man.
She stares at the grass for a while trying to calm down, absentmindedly brushing pollen off her legs to distract herself from how hot and gooey she feels. After a few minutes, she glances at him again.
He’s staring at her. His eyes are trailing down her body the same way hers just did to him. They linger on her tummy of all things, on the little roll of squish below her navel, where she’s softest. So much for calming down. She has to part her lips a little to facilitate her labored breathing. Her heart is just pounding so fast! She watches as he eventually averts his eyes, staring down at the grass and picking at his nails like he’s nervous. The little fidget is so unlike him that she’s thrilled by it. Luffy—nervous! Because of her naked body! Could it be possible that he’s not quite as sexless as everyone believes him to be?
They sit there in silence for a few minutes. Hancock swears the tension could be cut with a dull butter knife. Her heart just won’t slow down, and she’s trembling a little, and she’s definitely getting wet. She doesn’t dare look at Luffy again, it would just be too much. How can just sitting next to someone be so arousing? She takes a shaky breath and brushes more pollen off her leg, and then she freezes.
The pollen.
Her head snaps up and she squints at the flowers ahead of them. Her memories are so fuzzy, but she can just barely recall a botanical text she read once years ago about the flora of Dressrosa. She swears one of the flowers she read about had aphrodisiac properties, and she swears it was yellow like the ones around the pond. She’s almost certain of it.
“Luffy!” she gasps, frantically brushing her legs off. “The pollen!”
“Hm?”
“The flowers! I read that there are aphrodisiacal flowers on Dressrosa, and I’m pretty sure those are the ones! I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner! Clean off your legs, hurry!”
“Oh, is that why I’m so hard right now?” he muses nonchalantly.
She freezes again, paralyzed by his words and the stab of heat they evoke in her body. Before she can stop herself, she looks over. He’s shifted a bit, relaxed his legs so that they’re straight, and now she can see—Luffy is indeed hard. Very hard. His dick is hovering stiff as a board above the plane of his lower stomach, too rigid to even lay flat. She watches it throb twice, and then a dribble of precum oozes out of the tip and runs down the side. She can’t look away, she tries, but her head won’t turn when she tells it to, she can’t help it! She watches, hypnotized, as Luffy reaches down and idly runs a finger up the length of his shaft. He glances up at her, catches her staring, and grins.
“Wanna do it?”
She can’t help herself. She nods eagerly.
It doesn’t happen at all how she expects. The first thing Luffy does is tackle her into the grass, spread her thighs, and lick her. She yelps in surprise. It goes without saying that the World Nobles who enslaved her, when they put their hands on her, didn’t give any thought to giving her pleasure—they just took their own. No one’s ever done this for her. It feels weird and slimy, but good, and she squirms.
“Mmm,” Luffy hums, like she tastes good.
She has to show him where her clit is, but once given directions, he’s fantastic. She supposes it shouldn’t be a surprise, given how much he likes to eat; she should have guessed he’d have an oral fixation. He licks and sucks her enthusiastically, sloppily, passionately, and god, it feels so good her thighs are trembling around his head!
She has one orgasm, and then another, and then during the third one, everything is so wet down there that she doesn’t realize she’s squirting down his chin until he makes a noise of surprise and she actually looks .
“Oh! Sorry!” she gasps, clenching down in a desperate attempt to rein it in. The whole column of his throat is drenched, clear rivers running down the planes of his chest.
“Feels that good, huh?” he grins. He swipes up some of the wetness on his collarbone with his hand and licks it like some feral animal.
“Yes!”
Luffy ducks back down and sucks on her labia, and then gives them a gentle parting nibble. He licks upwards, through all the curly hair, onto her belly, where he pauses so he can mush his face into the softness.
“Mm, squishy…,” he sighs blissfully. “Makes me so horny….”
She moans. The contrast is arousing, he’s not wrong—his body so lean and hard, hers so soft and curvy. But she wants more!
“Luffy…,” she pleads, stroking his messy black hair. “Don’t stop now.”
“Oops, sorry!” He scrambles up so that he’s leaning over her, eye-level, with her thighs spread around his waist. His stiff cock bumps against her pussy, slips right across it through all the slick. Hancock can only stare as it throbs, so close to where it’s supposed to go. Suddenly, everything feels very real and weighty—they’re really about to have full-on, genuine, penetrative sex, right under this tree.
“Where does it go?” Luffy asks, frowning down between their bodies.
She giggles, amused by his innocence. She reaches down to grab him and position him, which entails sliding the head up and down between her lips as she feels around for her opening.
“ Whoa! ” Luffy gasps, abdominal muscles spasming as warm slick coats the tip of him.
She finds the right angle, despite his aroused squirming. “Okay, push forward right here. Gently.”
He obeys, jaw dropping and eyes fluttering closed as he slowly sinks inside. Oh, he’s thick, oh she’s going to be so sore later, but oh god it feels so good! He’s so thick, stretches her so deliciously, that all of the strength immediately melts out of her thighs and they fall open as wide as they can go, like puppets cut from a string. When he’s fully sheathed, her arms fall curled about her head, equally limp. Her whole body simply surrenders to him.
“ Oh, Luffy….”
“Ah…. So warm and tight…,” he pants.
The words turn her on and she clenches involuntarily, which makes him groan.
“In and out,” she breathes, half-instructing, half-begging. “In and out….”
He begins thrusting, accompanied by the obscene sound of wet squishing. She’s soaking wet, wetter than she’s ever been in her life, absolutely gushing for him, to the point where, four or five thrusts in, there’s already slick smeared up onto his stomach and across the tops of his thighs. It’s everywhere. Gosh, that pollen really was potent.
Luffy very quickly gets worked up—his thrusts rapidly escalate from shallow and exploratory to deep and hard. He’s moaning and biting his lip and scrunching his face up like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever felt, squeezing her hips so hard she’s probably going to bruise. Oh, he’s plunging in so deep, and with so much force—absolutely no awareness of his own size or strength—but where there should probably be pain, she feels only exquisite pleasure. Maybe it’s because she actually had a few orgasms before this, or maybe because she’s actually wet and aroused, she’s not sure, but god, it feels so good! She didn’t know sex could be like this! She doesn’t ever want it to stop, she wants to feel him spearing her open over and over again until she dies! Oh, the ache of it! Oh, it’s incredible!
“Gah…,” Luffy pants. “Aw man, I think I’m—”
Hancock’s thighs jolt back to life and she immediately locks them around his waist, crossing her ankles over his lower back. It’s a feral, primal urge— don't let him pull out.
He doesn’t appear to have been planning on it. He doesn’t even notice her legs, much less fight their hold. He just thrusts into her a few more savage times and then stills. He lets out the most erotic groan she’s ever heard in her life, and then inside her, his cock jerks rhythmically, over and over.
“Ah…,” she breathes, face flushing and skin going all tingly. He’s coming inside. He’s coming inside. Luffy’s sperm, inside her. She bites her bottom lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood, in her delight. The pollen-induced madness breathes a sigh of animalistic satisfaction.
When he’s finished, he leans down and kisses her, perhaps as a thank-you for being his willing partner while he blew off his steam, and she wraps him up in her arms and kisses back fervently. There’s no need for it—she’s absolutely over the moon. She feels like she could fly to the moon.
It’s late evening when they finally make it back to the docks. One time under the tree was not enough—they did it twice more, and by the time they were too exhausted to go on, the sun was dipping low on the horizon. Luffy’s crew is going to know what happened between them, she’s sure of it. She knows she has twigs and leaves in her hair, and Luffy’s hands and knees are stained green from kneeling over her in the grass. And even if their state of disarray didn’t make it obvious enough, she feels like it’s written all over her face. She can’t stop smiling, and when she thinks about what happened, her face gets all hot. She must look drunk. But how can she help it, when she swears she can hear the faint, wet squish coming from between her thighs as she walks, as Luffy’s cum dribbles out of her?
But actually, the only person who notices anything is Sanji. He takes one look at the two of them and gets the most agonized, jealous look on his face.
“Luffy—! You two—! Were you—?”
“Huh? What are you talking about, Sanji?” Luffy asks, and it’s shockingly convincing. He tilts his head in sweet, innocent confusion, and good god, she didn’t know he could lie so effectively.
“Leave them alone, Sanji,” Nami sighs. “It might be inconceivable to you that a man and a woman could go for a walk together and not copulate like animals, but in fact, it does happen.”
Their faith in their captain’s innocence is stronger than Hancock realized. Nami has no idea of the irony of her statement. Hancock just smiles and quietly slips away to her room, afraid that if she dares to open her mouth, the only thing that will come out is a girlish shriek of triumph.
The true irony is that, as it turns out, the Strawhat Pirates actually have a copy of that Flora of Dressrosa book she read years ago. When she finds it in the library the next day, she scours it from cover to cover, looking for the yellow flowers. She finds them—but all the caption says is:
Narcissus. A beautiful springtime bloom which dies back each year when the cold comes. The flowers may be used as an antispasmodic, but the plant should be used with caution, as it is highly toxic in all but the littlest doses.
So. Not an aphrodisiac. Not at all. She has no idea why she thought it was.
She doesn’t tell Luffy—it’s probably best to just let him believe it was all beyond his control. Still, it makes her privately happy that he must have been aroused purely because of her and nothing else.
As for keeping the dalliance a secret from his crew…. Well, it gets a bit tricky when she starts throwing up every morning around breakfast, and completely impossible when Chopper eventually proclaims that she is indeed pregnant.
“I knew it!” Sanji yells, pointing at Luffy. “When you two were gone all day on that walk in Dressrosa! Ha! How much walking did you really do, huh?! Sounds like it was a lot of laying down instead!”
Luffy just laughs. “Like you don’t go on “walks” all the time with Zoro!”
Sanji freezes, jaw dropping. He’s conspicuously quiet. That’s irony, Hancock thinks with great amusement.