[* 3rd Person POV *]
Robin's head hung forward. Her heavy breasts swung with every thrust. The dirt under her palms was already wet again. Her voice came out in fragments between the impacts.
"F-fuck... yes- use it don't stop!"
"I wasn't asking for permission"
Sentomaru shifted his grip, both hands now on her hips, pulling her back onto each thrust so the collision was harder.
"I'm also not going to pretend I don't notice how much you're dripping. Street's getting worse. Your body's still producing fluid like the session never ended. Keep going. I want to see how long the response lasts"
He fucked her that way for a long time steady, powerful, mechanical in its consistency.
When her arms finally gave out and her chest hit the ground, he followed her down without losing the rhythm, covering her with his bulk, one forearm braced beside her head while the other hand stayed locked on her hip.
The new angle let him grind deeper. Robin's moans turned into continuous broken sounds.
Sentomaru's voice stayed level above her ear.
"Internal pressure is still high. Walls are gripping harder now. You're close again. Don't fight it. Let the criminal body do what it's already been trained to do today"
Robin came with a silent, shaking climax that left her twitching under him.
Clear fluid sprayed around the base of his cock and soaked the ground further. Sentomaru did not slow down.
He rode through the contractions, then pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back, fold her legs high against her chest, and drive back in.
The position forced her to watch. Every thrust made the lower part of her abdomen shift.
Her tits bounced hard against her own face. Sentomaru's expression remained focused, almost clinical, even as sweat began to shine on his thick chest and shoulders.
"Look at it"
He said, echoing the Pacifista's earlier order without irony.
"Watch how much of me you take. The clone was metal. This is flesh. Different texture. Same result. You're still stretched open and leaking. Still taking the full length without resistance. Still squirting every time I hit the deepest point"
He kept the pace for another extended stretch.
Robin's voice was nearly gone by the time he finally pulled out a second time. Her cunt stayed open, the entrance fluttering, a thick mixture of her own fluids and his precum sliding out in a slow, heavy stream.
Sentomaru sat back on his heels for a moment, breathing steadily, looking at the ruined state of her.
"Not finished. Just changing the angle"
He manhandled her again onto her side this time, one leg forced high over his shoulder, the other trapped under his weight.
The new position let him grind against the front wall with every thrust. Robin's eyes rolled.
Her mouth opened soundlessly.
Another climax hit her hard enough that her free hand clawed at the dirt.
Sentomaru continued speaking through it, voice never rising.
"I'm not going to claim I'm in complete control of how this feels. That would be a lie, and I already said I wasn't going to lie about the reason I'm doing this. The heat is better than expected. The way the walls try to milk the shaft on every stroke is better than expected. The sound you make when I bottom out is better than expected. I'm noting all of it. Freely. Not because anyone asked"
He shifted her again onto her back once more, but this time he lifted her entirely off the ground, supporting her weight with both hands under her ass while he remained kneeling.
Her legs wrapped weakly around his thick waist. Gravity helped him drive deeper.
Robin's arms looped around his neck for balance. Her face was close to his. The scar across his cheek was only inches away.
"Look at me while you take it"
He said.
"Don't close your eyes. I want to see the exact moment the next one hits"
He fucked her like that until her body seized again, thighs locking tight around him, fluid soaking the front of his pants and dripping onto the ground between them.
Only then did he lower her back down, still buried inside her, and begin the final stretch of thrusts harder, deeper, less controlled.
When he came it was with a low, rough sound that was almost a growl.
Thick pulses of cum flooded her already overused cunt, so much that it immediately began to leak out around the shaft even while he was still buried to the root.
He stayed locked in place until the last pulse faded, then slowly withdrew.
Robin collapsed fully onto her back. Her legs remained spread.
A thick mixture of fluids poured from her in a continuous, heavy stream, pooling under her ass. Her stomach rose and fell with shallow, exhausted breaths. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused.
Sentomaru stood, tucked himself away, and adjusted the rope around his midsection. He looked down at her one last time.
"Street's worse than when I found it. Body's still open. Still leaking. Still twitching. Mission parameters didn't include this, but the opportunity was here and I used it. That's all"
He turned as if to leave, then paused and glanced back over his shoulder.
"I'm not going to claim I won't remember the exact way your cunt felt when it locked down on the final thrust. That would also be a lie. I'm just not going to talk about it further"
He walked away down the ruined street, boots heavy on the wet ground, leaving Nico Robin where she lay shaking, ruined, and still dripping in the middle of the grove while the residual weight of everything that had been done to her continued to hang in the air.
The island kept throbbing with it long after his footsteps faded.
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