Beta read by Shigiya and Darklord331
Also, LEMON WARNING!
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-Magnolia-
"Urgh, cleaning up the town is going to take forever," Lucy muttered, drawing in a long breath as the heat and effort caught up with her. Sweat traced its way down her temples, her arms, and her back, aching from hours of sweeping the streets and, of course, pooled beneath the two ridiculous, massive spheres jutting from her chest, but that's something she's gotten sorta used to ever since she got them. Every muscle in her body ached, throbbing with the soreness of hours spent sweeping streets. "Just how much progress have we made this whole time? I don't think we've even managed to clean half of a single street."
After the recent attack and Fairy Tail's hard-fought victory in pushing back the dark guild, both the members of Fairy Tail and the citizens of Magnolia threw themselves into the task of restoring the town. Thankfully, the damage wasn't so widespread that the entire city had fallen into ruins. Most of their efforts were focused on the areas that had been struck directly during the battle.
"Here, let me help," Loke offered, stepping in to take the broom from her. Lucy allowed him to take over, sighing in relief and dropping to the ground until she was lying flat, arms and legs stretched out like a starfish. Her hair spread messily over the dusty pavement, and she didn't even care. Loke gave a small laugh at the sight. "It's not that bad. With Master and every mage in the guild helping, this will only take a week at most. We'll be back in business like nothing ever happened."
"Ugh… I guess I can't complain," Lucy admitted with a groan. "Part of it was technically my fault. I should have known what would happen when I summoned Aquarius. I should have realised before calling her out."
"You can't blame yourself," Loke replied firmly. "If it hadn't been for you, the damage could have been far worse. The mages from the dark guild might not have been stopped in time."
"You're telling me a few mages would have done less damage than a celestial spirit summoning a literal tsunami that flooded an entire section of the town?" she shot back, one eyebrow raised. That earned nothing more than an awkward chuckle from Loke, who decided it might be safer not to answer.
Letting her gaze wander absently to the sky, Lucy spotted Broly in the distance, soaring through the air with ease while carrying enormous piles of stone, each easily ten times his size. The sight would have been ridiculous to anyone else, but she had grown used to such feats from someone like him. He looked like a man hauling mountains as though they weighed nothing.
"It's still unbelievable that he managed to defeat Precht," Loke remarked suddenly, pulling Lucy's attention back down to him. She blinked at him, clearly caught off guard by the name.
"The master of Grimoire Heart," Loke clarified after seeing Lucy's quizzical expression. "I heard Broly talking about him once. If I heard right, he was, unbelievably, also a former master of Fairy Tail."
"What!?" Lucy nearly dropped her broom at the revelation. "A master of Fairy Tail became the leader of one of the biggest dark guilds in the world?" The idea seemed absurd. Someone who had once led a guild like Fairy Tail, with its bonds and ideals, should never have been associated with such a thing. Granted, she knew very little about those who had come before Makarov, aside from Mavis, who was the most famous, but still—this was shocking news. "Did he come for revenge?"
"I don't think so," Loke said, shaking his head. "From what I understand, the second master, Precht, never had any grudges against the guild or its members. He left on friendly terms to wander the world. There was no bad blood at all. That's why his actions now are just as shocking to me as they are to anyone else. I can only imagine what Makarov must be going through. He's probably beating himself for not noticing the signs earlier, for not stepping in to prevent this from ever happening."
"Have you seen him before? The second master before he turned evil, I mean?" Lucy asked at last. Now that she thought about it, the way Loke spoke gave her the strange impression that he might have known the man personally. That couldn't possibly be the case, she knew well enough that the second master had left decades ago, and the orange-haired mage in front didn't seem anywhere near that old. Unless, of course, he was using magic to keep his appearance youthful, which wasn't exactly beyond the realm of possibility.
"No, not personally," he replied. "But I've heard about him plenty of times in the past. He used to have a solid reputation, despite being the most mysterious of the bunch. Not much is known about him, except that he was always deeply curious about magic and constantly sought to learn more and more. I suppose it was a matter of time before his insatiable desire for knowledge eventually led him into extreme places that warped his mentality. Unfortunately, that's the price humans often pay when they reach for a source of power they were never meant to learn about."
For a moment, Lucy simply stared at him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about the way he spoke now that felt… off. It was enough for her to say something. "You know, even though we don't talk much and you tend to be annoyingly flirtatious with every woman you meet, right now you sound like an old man. In my opinion, it actually suits you better. Makes you more approachable and less of a womanizer."
Loke froze at that, her words hanging in the air a moment, before he let out a low, almost rueful chuckle and went back to sweeping the street. "Is that how you think of me? Well, I suppose I do have my moments. But I'm not really that old. There are plenty out there, much older than me."
She watched him for a beat, then narrowed her eyes slightly, as if weighing something in her mind. "This might be as good a time as any to bring this up," she said, "but are you… perhaps familiar with Aquarius?"
"What?"
That got him. The reaction was instant; he flinched, his face turning away from her, like he didn't want her to catch even the faintest trace of what he was feeling.
"I'm just saying," she continued, "on our way back and even before that, it felt like Aquarius was watching you. And every time she did, you'd avoid being near her."
"Well, that's to be expected," Loke said lightly, a smirk playing at his lips. "If a beautiful woman of her calibre stared so intently at a young man like me, even I'd find it difficult to keep my composure."
"Urgh, you're doing it again. Just act normal for once," Lucy groaned. "And don't dodge the question. I've known Aquarius for a very long time; in fact, it wouldn't be a lie to say I've known her my entire life. She never looks at someone twice unless she either knows them, wants to kill them, or if it's Broly. And she glanced at you more than twice. So there's definitely something between you two."
"Sorry," the man said at last, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity. He stepped toward a collapsed wall, braced his shoulders, and with some effort managed to push the rubble off the street before breaking it apart into manageable pieces for removal. "I know it may sound ridiculous, given she's been with you all your life, but the truth is, she and I have actually worked together in the past."
"What!?" Lucy shot upright, eyes wide in disbelief. Surely she had misheard him. As far as she knew, only a single set of golden keys existed in the entire world, with no duplicates whatsoever. And the only one who had ever held the Key of the Gate of Pisces had been her mother. If Loke was telling the truth, then that meant he had met her mother more than a decade ago.
Her earlier suspicion about him using magic to appear younger, though at being a joke, began to seem far less far-fetched to her now if what Loke said is true. "Seriously… Just how old are you?"
"Hahaha!" he laughed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, that is a secret I'll be keeping to myself. We can't have my age being leaked, or all the beautiful ladies in Magnolia might lose interest in me. But I assure you, I'm not using any magic to keep myself looking young. I just happen to possess supernatural genes that let me keep this youthful charm far longer than the average person." He struck a pose, smirking in her direction, an action that only made her roll her eyes.
"You really remind me of those Blue Pegasus trio."
"How hurtful," he replied in mock offense.
It was obvious to her that he was hiding something. Lucy wasn't foolish enough to take his words at face value, yet she wasn't the type to force an answer from someone unwilling to give it. They were guildmates after all, and he had helped her during the battle, so she owed him some leeway. Still, perhaps asking Aquarius directly might lead her somewhere. Given that she was now spending time around Broly, she was bound to be less irritable than usual and possibly more agreeable. Lucy wondered if she could use that to her advantage to uncover what was truly going on.
"Lucy!"
Pulled from her thoughts, she heard Happy's voice calling from above and looked up to find the blue-furred cat flying alongside Mirajane. The pair were carrying several items — a towel, a chilled bottle of water, and even some snacks. The townsfolk immediately became more cheerful at Mirajane's presence alone, visibly invigorated to work harder. The way she encouraged them, striking a friendly pose here and there, certainly helped lift their spirits.
"Here, Mirajane told me to give this to you," Happy said as he handed the bottle of water to Lucy and passed another to Loke, who accepted it with a pleased grin.
"Hah, this is heavenly. Just what I needed."
"Hehehe, just don't drink too much or you'll pee your pants," the cat teased.
"Shut it, cat! I'm not going to do something like that just because I drank an entire bottle of water!"
"Wah! Mirajane, Lucy is bullying me again!"
"What do you mean by bullying you?! And again?! You're the one that keeps bad mouthing me you flying hair ball!" she shouted back, already swearing to herself that one way or another, she would get back at that cat and have her revenge.
Mirajane, however, seemed more entertained than concerned. She gave Happy only the lightest scolding before sending him off.
"You need to be stricter with him, Mira. Otherwise, it will only embolden him in the future."
"Happy is just trying to lift your mood with some ribbing," Mirajane said kindly. "He doesn't mean any harm. He's incapable of such a thing, I assure you."
With such an angelic expression directed at her, the blonde found it impossible to stay annoyed and simply turned her head away, grumbling softly at how unfair it was that Happy could get away with so much simply by being an adorable cat.
If given the chance, she wouldn't mind having Taurus punting into the outskirts of the town.
"I'm glad to see you're helping with the town's restoration efforts," Mirajane went on. "You didn't have to. You must be exhausted from the fight."
"It wouldn't feel right to rest while others are still working," Lucy replied. "Even those who fought are helping, and besides, I'm quite durable. Opening a few gates — even the golden ones — all in one day won't completely drain me. I can still keep going. I just needed a few minutes to rest and loosen my muscles."
"Noodle arm Heartfilia—ah!"
Happy's taunt was cut short when an empty plastic water bottle smacked into his head, sending him tumbling in a comical spin before crashing onto the ground.
"Call me noodle arm again and I'll throw you to the moon next time," Lucy shouted, not really caring if he even heard her or not, the girl's glare sharp enough to make the cat's ears flatten.
"Speaking of which, where's Cana?" Mirajane asked, smoothly steering the conversation away from the quarrel. "I've been trying to find her to see if she needed refreshments, since she also contributed quite a lot during the clean-up, but I can't seem to find her."
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen her either since we got back to town," Lucy replied, frowning slightly. "She didn't get injured, did she? I should check the infirmary."
"No need, I already looked," Mirajane assured her. "She's not there. My guess is she was exhausted and went home early to rest. I've prepared some snacks for her. You should take these to her when your done. And if possible, make sure she doesn't drink more than necessary."
"Now you're asking for the impossible."
"I suppose you're right."
With that, Lucy, Loke, and Happy went back to work, hauling rubble and clearing debris. Lucy even summoned several of her available Celestia Spirits to lend a hand, Virgo proving the most useful, though the Celestia Spirits maid insisted on some bizarre combination of reward and punishment as payment for her efforts. Before long, the street stood completely cleared. Broly, along with several other wizards, hauled the rubble away to be repurposed by mages adept in earth-based magic, reshaping the broken stone into new building materials.
"All right, it's almost sunset," Lucy said as she closed her diary. "Broly's probably back home by now. I should head there too."
She felt that despite the day's chaotic beginning, things had ended on a far better note. The cheerful, bustling atmosphere was already seeping back into the guild and the town, even amidst the damage left behind. Leaving the guild, she made her way home with the snacks Mirajane had entrusted to her.
"Cana should be awake by now. She'll be happy to get these," Lucy thought. "And I brought extra for Broly, too. Both of them worked so hard today."
She also decided this was as good a chance as any to step into the spotlight by preparing a meal for them. Even if it wasn't going to be anything elaborate, she was determined to make it hearty and rich in meat.
Reaching her home, Lucy pushed open the door, which gave a faint creak. The inside was dim, shadows stretching along the walls.
"What? Is Cana still sleeping?" she murmured, stepping inside. She made her way to a lacrima lamp, intending to turn on the light, when suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth from behind.
"Mmph!"
Panic surged through her. Her first thought was that a burglar had slipped inside, or worse, a dark mage had infiltrated her home. But before she could struggle, a quiet shush reached her ears, one that she recognised.
"Cana? What are you doing?!" was what she tried to say, but her voice got muffled by the hand.
The brunette smelled strongly of alcohol, even more so than usual, yet there was no trace of drunken haze in her eyes. Only the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her drinking.
"Pipe down, will you?" Cana whispered urgently. "Something extraordinary's going on, and I don't want us to get caught."
Still baffled, Lucy noticed the back door leading to the spring outside had been left slightly ajar. Cana had clearly been stationed there for some time, keeping watch.
Curious and now more cautious, Lucy signalled with her eyes that she would stay quiet. After a moment of hesitation, Cana released her.
It was then that Lucy's ears picked up faint noises drifting through the crack in the door. She froze mid-step, the sounds growing clearer, sending an odd chill through her. Slowly, almost against her own will, she turned her head towards the gap.
Cana was already crouched low, peering outside. Lucy joined her a heartbeat later, leaning just enough to see over the drunk mage.
The sight before her made her mouth fall open in utter disbelief.
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{Break}
(Lemon Start!)
It has been a while since he saw Aquarius in that form. After living with Lucy for several years, Broly learnt a lot about not just the world in general but also Celestial Spirits. More specifically, on how they possessed a diverse range of magical abilities that did not necessarily just stop with those that they used whenever summoned or during combat. The ability to alter their shape to some degree, and in the case of Aquarius, finding out that she had the ability to change her fins into actual human legs. "I thought you didn't like having human legs? Said that it looks ugly."
The blue-haired woman moved around a bit, looking like she was trying to get used to her new pair of limbs. "I don't mind them. It's just that in the I never had any use for them, but now that's a different story."
With nothing covering her below, there was no fabric left to hide anything intimate beneath the water's surface, revealing her smooth mound and pristine, pink womanhood.
She glided through the water with a suddenness that left him no time to react, her face emerging right in front of his. She didn't hesitate, body flush against his with only the faintest boundary of space between them.
He stared into her eyes, their faces so close there was hardly room for air. Then her lips pressed to his, a delicate hint of something sweet lingering between them, and he let himself fall into the moment, savoring it for as long as he could. When the kiss finally broke, a thin string of saliva still connected their mouths, the celestial spirit gasping softly as she tried to catch her breath. "Wow," she managed after a pause, voice a little shaky, "even after all this time, you haven't lost your touch. Have you been practicing?"
Her question did not even sound like an accusation or said out of anger. Just out of curiosity, which was replaced by slight disbelief when the Saiyan shook his head. "I don't think it has been that long for me to forget something that we would do several times. Also, I did tell you that I don't easily forget something I learnt."
"Oh my… Then show me what else you remember. How about a massage? This time, we won't be just be focusing on my chest." Her hands grabbed onto his wrists before gently pulling them along and having them rest on her rear. An action that immediately made him squeeze onto her flesh with not too much strength, but enough to draw out a sensual moan from her mouth. "Ah! Yes, yes… Have more fun playing with these instead~."
Of course, he did as instructed. Needing and groping her ass while continuing to observe her reaction to see what she liked and what brought the least amount of pleasure. Despite this being a transformed state from her usual self, which was a scaled mermaid fin, her legs and butt turned out to be softer than anything he had touched before. The skin, smooth and soft to the touch, elastic, making him want to play with them more.
"Like this," Aquarius instructed, her voice warm as he showed him the proper way while enjoying the process altogether. "Firm but gentle. Don't… hnn~! D-Don't use too much strength, the human body is far more s-sensitive—ah~—than me!"
Her moans kept getting increasingly louder, along with how often her body shook under his touch. "Am I doing it right?"
"Mmm, yes~! Keep going~!," she purred, arching her back slightly, her gold circlet nearly slipping off from the action, while her hand continued to caress Broly's shaft that was twitching between them. "I love when you're firm with me... makes me want to let go and just—Ahhhh! Yes!."
She liked that? Then he would be sure not to disappoint her.
"Kya!"
His other hand slid down to grip her hip, holding her firmly against him as his hardening length pressed against the cleft of her ass before sliding even further down between her legs.
"I've just noticed," he murmured into her ear, his voice low. Recalling how she had other sensitive spots around her neck. Nibbling her ears, which immediately caused her grip on him to strengthen to the point that, had it been a regular person, so much strength could have easily shattered their spine. "You've gotten more sensitive since last time."
"I am n—" she wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat, and she let out a moan as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and kissed her neck. "A-ah, mmm! D-Don't make me beg for it… or else… I'll get a-angry…"
So she said, but he highly doubted that. The woman was enjoying every moment.
With the same effort as picking up a pillow, he lifted the blue-haired spirit onto the edge of the spring, positioning himself between her thighs. His lips crashed into hers, and she was surprised by how soft they were, softer than she'd imagined, but no less demanding. It was a kiss that left her dizzy, her hands instinctively gripping his large, broad shoulders for balance.
He remembered every weakness she had, exactly what spots made her gasp, what pressure made her squirm, what little touches drove her up the wall. His large, thick fingers worked under her navel, slick and sure, and Aquarius's whole body jerked when he found what he was looking for. She almost yelped, but it came out as a shaky moan instead, the sound low and desperate. He teased her folds with laser focus, like he was showing off, and it was making her head spin so bad she could barely breathe.
"Fuck," she hissed, knuckles white as she clung for dear life on his shoulders. His fingers pushed inside, curling, relentless. Her hips bucked helplessly, chasing every spark, every tiny shiver. "How do you—oh! Oh, fuck!"
He didn't answer, just kept working her with a steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit in a way that made her legs tremble. Aquarius's head fell back, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
"O-Oh fuck! Right there!" she managed to say between gasps, her voice trembling.
Without missing a beat, Broly's hand kept working between the woman's thighs as his other palm came down, sharp and punishing, on her plush ass. The smack rang out, echoing off the stones and water like a challenge and the Celestial Spirit's eager cry answered it, just as quick, pleasure and pain mingling in her voice. Broly's big hand squeezed, hard, greedy, hungry for the addictive feel of her flesh yielding under his grip.
"I-It wasn't my imagination, you… You definitely got better. We only did this once… hah… hah… hah… w-who was it with?" The woman asked in between her breaths, but once again got the same answer as before, with him shaking his head.
"I didn't do it with anyone," he answered calmly, genuine with his words given that after leaving his old house—there was just so much going on to even think about such things. No one made the same kind of advance on him as the person in front of him did. "I already know your weaknesses and how to use them properly."
Aquarius felt the first warning tremors of her approaching climax. The way she clung to him was already another indicator, along with her legs wrapping around him harder. Even her hands that were clutching his shoulders now clung at the rock's edge, knuckles whitening, cracking the stone with her strength as she fought to maintain some semblance of composure.
"That should be enough," he said, curling his fingers inside her to stroke against sensitive walls, before pulling them out.
"No!" Aquarius protested, unable to stop it from leaving her lips as she reached for his hand to shove back to her pussy and finish what he started. The desperation in her voice surprised even herself, but she didn't want him to leave it like this. "Don't stop yet, keep going… Don't tell me you're already tired of me? Or… you just can't keep up?"
A knowing look formed on Broly's face, not oblivious enough to not recognise an obvious taunt to get him riled up. But, he hated to admit it, it was having some effect on him. Part of him wanted to erase that notion from her mind entirely and prove her wrong, to rise up to the challenge.
His member pressed against her stomach, long and thick, proof of Broly's eagerness to lay with her.
Instinctively, she pressed her thighs together, a flutter of nervousness tempering her excitement. The grin on her face grew, gently gliding her fingers across the shaft and seeing the big guy in front flinch.
"For a guy who can take my hardest hits like they're nothing, you're sure sensitive down here," she whispered right up against his ear, her body pressing close, arms sliding around him as she slowly sank down the water to her knees,. "Not that I mind. Actually… I want to see more of that cute, helpless face you make." Her eyes flickered with raw, hungry excitement as she shamelessly eyed Broly's cock, tongue flicking out over her glossy lips as she got ready to wrap them around his thick length.
The first hot swipe of her tongue across his shaft made Broly's eyes go wide, a sharp gasp tearing free from his throat before he could stop it. He stared down at her as she started to bob her head, taking him in deeper and deeper, and the pleasure was… completely different from when she'd used her tits. His hands shot into her hair almost on instinct, fingers tangling tight.
A groan rumbled out of Broly as she sealed her lips around him, sucking steadily, her head moving up and down with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He knew she wanted to see him lose control, wanted to drag out every bit of weakness she could, but hell if he was going to make it easy for her. But then her tongue swirled right around the head of his cock, and he nearly lost it, knees going weak.
Aquarius grinned around the thick cock filling her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she worked him over, thrilled that he was still fighting to keep his composure. She could feel the struggle, could sense the mighty Saiyan straining to hold himself back, his hands trembling against her scalp as she kept testing him, determined to see how long he could last.
He was getting close. She could sense it—a tension, a pulse running through his body as the spirit bobbed her head faster, lips sealed tight around his cock, working him with a hunger that almost felt fierce. His grip on her head tightened, big hands guiding her up and down his length, forcing her pace. He was using her, and she loved it.
He let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, and the Celestial Spirit didn't waste a drop. Her mouth was hot and wet and eager, sucking him dry and swallowing every spurt. The way she took him in made his eyes go wide, completely blindsided by the raw, overwhelming pleasure. And when her hand slid between his thighs to cup his balls, his brain just… shorted out. There was nothing left in him except for the feeling.
She pulled off him slowly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet, obscene pop. Then she flicked out her tongue, showing him there wasn't even a trace of cum left to be found. Not a drop.
Even after witnessing a scene like that, he wasn't anywhere close to tired. If anything, Broly was still buzzing with pent-up energy, every muscle in his massive body practically humming. Aquarius, like him, was just as eager; she didn't waste a single heartbeat on words or hesitation. She just turned, because both of them already knew what they wanted.
With a practiced, almost liquid ease, Aquarius swung herself around and perched on the smooth stone edge of the spring. She didn't bother hiding anything. Instead, she leaned back, bracing herself on her hands, and spread her legs wide open, giving Broly a front-row seat to everything she had. Her long blue hair tumbled over her shoulders in a wet, tangled curtain, and the sly little curl of her finger was all the invitation he needed.
"Come on, big guy," she husked, voice low and filthy, echoing just above the water. "Let yourself loose and make me scream."
Broly didn't need to be told twice. That mountain of muscle moved through the spring with a single-minded focus, the water swirling and splashing around him as he closed the gap. His hands landed on her thighs and clamped down, huge palms digging in as he wedged himself between her spread legs. The water slapped and churned, but neither of them paid it any mind. He was on her now, exactly where they both wanted him to be.
"Hn!" He pressed forward, his thick tip breaching her entrance with an almost animalistic sounding growl escaping his mouth. The pressure was both exquisite and overwhelming; he could feel her body clench instinctively around him, but her abundant wetness welcomed him greedily. She gripped the edge tighter, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her body struggled to adjust to his girth.
"So tight," Broly groaned, his control visibly slipping for a moment as her heat enveloped him inch by inch.
The praise sent a thrill through her body; he felt it, spurring her to relax further, letting his cock burrow further. The initial discomfort gave way to a delicious stretch, a fullness as he worked himself deeper into her welcoming heat.
When he finally hilted himself completely, Aquarius felt unbelievably, perfectly filled. He remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, his thumb coming up to stroke her lower lip. Without thinking, she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly, her eyes locked on his.
"Move," she commanded, her voice stronger now, coiling her tongue around his thumb. "I am far from over. Mmm~ Take me. Slurp Fuck me."
He needed no further urging. Withdrawing almost completely, leaving only the tip, before driving back in, and establishing a rhythm that had Aquarius seeing stars. Each thrust struck places within her that she hadn't known existed, rubbing spots that had her toes curling, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body that had reached the edge quickly.
His hands didn't let up, kneading her breasts as her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Sounds to me like you're the one who's reaching your limit." Aquarius bit her lip, knowing full well that if she opened her mouth now, it wouldn't be words that came out — it'd be a moan loud enough to prove his point.
The hot spring was alive with the sounds of their coupling, the rhythmic slap of skin, Aquarius's muffled gasps, and breathless praises. Aquarius groaned, a mix of pleasure and squeals, spreading her legs wide, positioning herself shamelessly in Broly's line of sight.
"Is that… hah… is that all you got!?" She screamed, while he felt like approaching his limit. Not wanting to let her have the victory so easily, the Saiyan raised his hand before slapping her ass. The action sent electric shocks of pleasure through her core.
He growled again, his control visibly slipping as he drove into Aquarius with renewed vigor. He reached up, grabbing her by the back of her head, gripping her blue, purple locks and pulling her down for a bruising kiss, making the Celestial Spirit moan into his mouth, wrapping an arm around his neck.
Aquarius's eyes went wide as Broly zeroed in on a sensitive spot, his hands roaming everywhere, fingers taking their sweet time pinching her nipples, tugging and rolling those stiff peaks while they slammed together and kissed like animals.
They didn't stop, not even for breath; their mouths smashed together, tongues fighting, teeth banging, every wet slurping and obscene smacking noise echoing out into the open air. It was a complete mess of moans (mostly hers), each one louder and needier than the last. Broly's hand clamped down on her breast, squeezing and rolling and pinching at her nipple, while she writhed against his other hand, grinding on it as his fingers circled her sensitive nub, desperate for every last scrap of sensation.
By then, Aquarius was overwhelmed. Broly's fat cock had her stretched to the edge, his tail stuffed in her mouth and pounding her throat, the slick, obscene sounds ringing in her ears. All of it slammed together, building toward a finish she could feel in her bones.
"Aaaaaaah~! Yes~!"
Her cunt spasmed around Broly's cock, the orgasm bulldozing through her in a hot, brain-melting rush. Her eyes fluttered, vision whiting out; she came harder than she'd ever managed in her whole life. She screamed—a high, frantic cry, muffled by Broly's mouth crushing hers, lips locked tight. Her body bucked, shuddered, as Broly pumped her full, thick blasts of cum flooding her womb. Then Broly yanked out, and her ass, her back, got splattered in more of it. Ropes of cum, hot and sticky, painting her from tailbone to shoulders.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
They gasped for air, both taking a few moments to calm down from the euphoric experience. Or at least, that was what Aquarius believed, "W-What? Wait!" only to have a pair of hands firmly grab onto her ass, where she sensed his still hardened shaft press firmly in between her cheeks. Looking over her shoulder to find the Saiyan whose face had become visibly different, with nothing but lust visible within those eyes, where she saw a hint of green flashing by.
Exhilaration filled her heart, her own pride refusing to admit defeat, so she welcomed the challenge by spreading her cheeks and giving him a clear view while swaying her hips.
"Come on then, I can go on all night."
All the while, her moans and his grunts filled the air, and two pairs of eyes watched the entire scene in disbelief and various other emotions. Unable to look away, every single moment forever seared into their mind.
Lucy heard Cana whisper, "Would I even last that long…?"
Her head turned towards the brunette, looking at her in disbelief, with the latter not even acknowledging anything, and she continued to stare through the small opening.
"This stays between us."
Of course, she didn't need to remind her of that.
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Lemon End
{Break}
(Next day)
With the sound of birds chirping and the strong wind rattling the windows of his room, Broly woke up from what had been a peaceful dream, a rare occurrence for him, considering how often he relived moments of his past and various other nightmares. In fact, ever since he returned from the mission where he faced the Oración Seis, Broly had not experienced a single nightmare. Where once his most common dream had been reliving the long days he'd spent on Vampa, though even he wasn't sure if that was out of fear or a sense of longing for the only home he had known — all of that had now faded. He didn't particularly miss it anymore, if he was honest.
"Hm?" Broly didn't even get the word out before something heavy pinned him down. He looked down and, sure enough, there was Aquarius, naked as the day she was born, draped over his chest like a cat that had just claimed a new bed. She was dead asleep. After the chaos yesterday, both of them had passed out, and she hadn't bothered to head back to the Celestial World. Now her legs were tangled with his, her blue hair a wild mess tangled up with his own across the sheets.
Honestly? He didn't mind one bit. Enjoying the spirits closeness.
Broly was careful not to wake her. He slid her off his chest, slow as anything, then stood up, moving like he was handling glass.
"I should go help the others," he muttered to himself as he put the blanket over Aquarius, who snuggled into his pillow while muttering his name.
Magnolia still needed to be rebuilt, and there was plenty of work to be done. Fortunately, it seemed Aquarius was in a deep, heavy sleep and wouldn't be waking any time soon. Slipping quietly out of the bedroom, he made his way through the short hallway into the living room, then into the kitchen.
There, he spotted both Lucy and Cana already awake.
"Good morning," he greeted casually.
Almost immediately, he noticed something was off. Neither of them reacted to his voice, nor did they acknowledge his presence, which wasn't like them at all.
"What happened to you two? Your eyes look like you haven't slept all night," he said, eyeing the dark bags under their eyes and the pale shade of their skin. It reminded him of the time Lucy had gotten sick and he hadn't known how to care for her properly. Back then, he'd gone all the way to the manor to ask Gretel for help, which she had gladly provided.
"Oh, it's nothing—ah!" Lucy let out a startled yelp when he stepped closer and pressed the back of his hand against her forehead, checking her temperature out of concern.
The blonde scrambled back from his touch as if she had been shocked.
"Lucy?" he asked, clearly caught off guard by her reaction.
Thankfully, the confusion didn't last long. She looked up with a quick shake of her head and gave a flustered explanation.
"Oh, it's nothing! I was just... busy with some personal stuff last night and couldn't sleep much! That's all! I swear!" she blurted out, her words tumbling together in a rushed mess, though he managed to piece together her meaning.
As for Cana, she seemed to return to herself a moment later. She rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and took a long swig from a half-finished mug of beer before sighing deeply.
"Yeah, same here. I was just... occupied with something," she added vaguely.
And yet, even though Broly trusted both of them, trusted them enough that under normal circumstances he wouldn't have questioned it, the way they were now practically screamed that something wasn't right. Still, trying to force an answer out of them wouldn't do any good. So, for the time being, he let the matter go and took a seat at the nearby table.
"I'll be heading to the guild and continuing the work. You two shouldn't come. You've both done plenty yesterday, and it's clear neither of you is in the right state of mind to keep pushing yourselves. Rest for today. I'll handle things."
"Fine," came Lucy's immediate agreement. She looked almost relieved. Cana, on the other hand, said nothing. She simply nodded once, then looked away in silence.
Then, just as he was about to leave, he stopped and looked back with a slightly embarrassed smile and even a bit of guilt. "Sorry if Aquarius and I made a lot of noise yesterday, I'll ask Mirajane or Erza if they know any spells that can dampen the sound next time."
"..."
"..."
Both were left stunned with his casual words, staring with widened eyes at the spot where he had left, with her mouth slightly opened. Lucy smacked her forehead and sigh loudly.
"Right, he never was shy about such things."
Cana was speechless, for the woman now discovered she may have been under the wrong impression about the guy the entire time. With him not being as inexperienced as she initially believed…
"Wow… I don't know if that counts as him being way too confident or just a bizarre form of innocence."
…
"Ah, exceptional!"
A grunt escaped Broly's lips as he heaved with effort, hoisting the massive bronze bell that had collapsed from the cathedral's tower during the recent attack. The thing was nearly twice his height and just as wide, dense with age and metal, yet it rose in his grip with a steady, trembling groan of shifting weight.
"Holy shit, he really is strong enough to lift that thing!" one of the bystanders blurted out, eyes wide as they watched the impossible sight. "That bell's gotta weigh as much as several hundred people!"
"I told you, Fairy Tail people are ridiculous," another civilian muttered beside him, arms crossed but clearly just as astonished. "You've got some who can call down firestorms or freeze lakes solid. A guy who can lift that thing like it's just a heavy bag of laundry? It tracks."
The Saiyan in question didn't acknowledge the chatter. He wasn't doing it for praise. Ignoring their stunned commentary, he moved steadily through the cathedral ruins with the bell balanced in his grip, then carefully flew his way to the upper floor, where a group of workers stood waiting. With a controlled movement, he set the bell back into place near the scaffolding, being prepared to reattach it.
"Great! Thank you so much, Fairy Tail wizard," one of the men said, visibly grateful. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a small coin sack. "Here, take this. It's not much, but it's something."
Ten thousand jewels. It wasn't necessary, especially not when Fairy Tail had openly declared they would assist with the town's restoration for free, but it was something, and he knew Lucy would appreciate it. So he gave a small nod and accepted the reward without protest before heading off again, ready to help elsewhere in Magnolia.
Across town, while he cleared rubble near a collapsed market street, a familiar voice drifted lazily behind him.
"Well, look at you being a good boy."
He didn't turn. He didn't need to. He'd already sensed her magical key approaching from a distance. Someone like her couldn't go unnoticed unless she actively masked her presence, and she rarely ever bothered.
"Glad to see you're safe, Irene," he replied, still focused on shifting fallen bricks. "But maybe you should pitch in too. You're supposed to be one of the best wizards around, aren't you?"
"Hmph." She scoffed and flicked her hand dismissively, her staff tapping once against the ground. Instantly, a massive magic circle spread beneath their feet, its glow reaching out across the plaza and covering several homes that had been damaged in the fight. Before his eyes, the debris began to rise, bricks lifting gently into the air as though being guided by invisible strings. They realigned with uncanny precision, layering themselves back into place as the walls reformed, cracks sealing and broken beams straightening. Even shattered glass glinted as it pulled itself back into smooth panes, returning the windows to their former clarity.
"Amazing," he muttered under his breath, his voice caught somewhere between awe and admiration. No matter how many times he witnessed magic in action, its scope and creativity always managed to surprise him.
"You can use time magic, too?"
"Time magic?" She raised a brow. "No, that's not my field, though I do know some minor spells. You'd have to ask Dimaria for something like that." With a sly smirk, she tilted her head. "This spell's just a creation of mine, levitation combined with mending, earth magic, and a few basics to restore small structures. Did you really think I'd be crawling around on my hands and knees, picking up rocks one by one?"
He blinked, then gave a short shrug. "Honestly? No."
That earned a brief smile from her — until he followed up.
"Given your nature as a dragon, I kind of expected you to be able to carry just as much as I can. Perhaps you should try lifting something occasionally. Build some muscle. You may be a dragon, but you're not getting stronger just by waving your staff around."
Her smile vanished. Her eye twitched.
There was a tense pause.
Without a word, she raised her staff and pointed it straight at his head, her magic flaring and crackling at the tip. He didn't flinch. Her fingers tightened on the shaft, and for one brief moment, her eyes burned with a familiar hostility.
Then she exhaled slowly and deeply, forcing the rising pressure back down.
Lowering the staff, she turned her gaze away, lips pressed into a thin line. She wouldn't waste her energy on a comeback.
"You have grown more bold with your nonsensical words. I'll give you another chance, given I am in a good mood today. But say something like that again, and I'll make you suffer. Don't think just because you are stronger than me physically that I don't have my ways."
He didn't take her threat lightly. Believing that someone like her would have no effect on him was not only foolish, it was naïve, especially after their first encounter. While it was true she couldn't physically harm him, not even in her transformed state, pain came in many forms, and she had no shortage of methods at her disposal to deliver it.
"I was just trying to be helpful."
"Thank you, but it's not needed," she said, taking a seat as he busied himself in another section, clearing out the cluttered remnants of the battle. "I am surprised you managed to kill that man. Even though the second master of Fairy Tail never came close to attaining the One Magic, his arsenal of spells was already formidable. The Amaterasu Formula alone requires a mind of considerable refinement to master. Combine that with the Demon Eye and an overwhelming supply of ethernano, I doubt even the current master would have stood a chance."
He set down his bow with a dull thud.
"I didn't kill him. He made that choice himself, even when I tried to convince him otherwise."
Something he wished could have been avoided.
"If you want to look at it that way, then I suppose I can agree with that. But the fact remains that you stood your ground in a one-on-one battle against him and survived. That's no small feat."
"I just tried my best."
He truly felt no triumph in what others might have called a victory. There was no joy in having technically defeated the former master of Grimoire Heart. He had wished for a different outcome, had hoped his words might reach the old man and steer him from his course. But in the end, he couldn't allow his friends to be sacrificed so that a desperate relic of the past could force him to inherit his dying legacy, chasing a myth for the sake of reviving those already lost.
"Is the One Magic really such a wondrous thing that people are willing to become monsters and give up everything they have just to increase their odds of attaining it?" he asked the one person he thought might truly understand.
"Depends," she replied with a shrug. "The One Magic isn't just something made to destroy or grant invincibility. It's said to make anything possible. Curing incurable diseases, lifting even the most cursed afflictions laid by the gods themselves, reviving the dead, or even inflicting curses on the same level as a god — it's just infinite magic. In a sense, acquiring the One Magic would make someone no different than a god."
A god, huh… reaching godhood, though she made it sound extraordinary, did not feel that special. Having fought those with the power of gods, he managed to overpower them at the expense of his sanity slipping away back then. But it was that exact power, when combined, that truly made him fear death and snap him back to his senses. If such a power also existed in this world, then part of Broly wondered if he could meet someone like that again.
"Have you ever tried to acquire it yourself, seeing as you're a mage too?"
Irene froze at the question, though not out of offense. It was as if a memory had suddenly surfaced and caught her in its grasp.
"I know better than anyone the consequences of great power that isn't earned or meant to be wielded. There is always a price. That old fool believed a few sacrifices and some determination would be enough. I'm content with the power I already possess. I don't need a crutch, especially not one that would insult everything I've become."
Truth be told, he hadn't expected such an answer. She had always struck him as someone constantly reaching for greater heights, someone who would never turn down more power. But to reject the One Magic simply because its cost was too high and because she did not need it? He supposed, in her case, he could understand why.
Then, he felt a particular Ki signature draw closer.
"Eh!? Again, another beautiful woman! Every time I see you, you're always surrounded by stunning, wonderful maidens! You're going to make me jealous. You should teach me a thing or two," came the amused voice that cut into their conversation, drawing Broly's attention as Gildarts strode over with a wide grin spread across his weathered face. The older man gave them a cheerful wave, though his eyes drifted curiously toward the newcomer beside Broly.
"She really does look like Erza... A new member, perhaps?"
"Her sist—oof" Whatever Broly had intended to say never reached the air. A sudden surge of magical force struck him full in the chest, a blast so powerful it sent him hurtling backwards, crashing into the earth with enough force to gouge out a deep crater and scatter the debris of the recently cleaned square.
The impact drew an impressed whistle from Gildarts, who raised an eyebrow as he peered into the crater.
"A powerful one, that. I don't think you're a member of Fairy Tail. I don't see a guild mark anywhere."
"Who I am is of no concern to you," the woman replied, her voice calm yet sharp. "Ignore his nonsense. I am not the sister of the one you know as Erza Scarlet. I am merely a traveller and researcher, here to observe your fellow guildmate beside you."
"Traveller? Strange. I've been all over, but I've never heard of you during my journeys."
"Of course you wouldn't," she replied with a subtle tilt of her head. "I hail from beyond Ishgar."
Gildarts stroked his chin, still wearing that signature grin of his. "Curious indeed. What would someone with such a high level of magical power want with Fairy Tail and my new best friend over here?"
Her gaze narrowed, a trace of chill creeping into her tone. "I do not appreciate being interrogated. If you have something to ask, then ask it plainly."
The air thickened between them, tension slowly coiling like a snake ready to strike. Yet Gildarts only chuckled softly, unbothered, and continued smiling as though nothing had changed.
"Apologies if it came off that way. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable," he said, spreading his hands lightly. "But I hope you understand — after what happened here in the past few days, with Grimoire Heart making such a bold move to attack the town itself, it's natural for me to feel on edge. Especially when it comes to newcomers with vague intentions. More so when the Guild Master isn't even aware of your presence."
Before she could speak again, the man raised both hands and stepped back, his posture relaxed and non-threatening.
"But I digress. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I didn't come here to start trouble with you, miss. In fact, I came here for you."
He crouched down beside the crater, watching as Broly climbed out without so much as a scratch. His clothes were tattered and covered in dust, but his body bore no injury. Brushing the dirt from his shoulders, the Saiyan looked at Gildarts with evident confusion.
"The Master and I had a long talk, you could say," Gildarts continued. "He told me quite a bit about you, and I think I've come to understand the sort of position you're in right now. Blowing up a mountain on your first quest, sinking an island while fighting a dragon of all things… and then you being the one who actually destroyed the moon? Hahaha! I swear, if it wasn't Makarov who told me, I would've thought someone was trying to prank me."
He extended a hand, which Broly accepted without hesitation. With almost no effort, Gildarts pulled him out of the hole. Their grips locked briefly, and Broly immediately sensed the sheer abundance of energy contained within the older man. Though he was clearly a wizard and not a practitioner of ki, the force within him was undeniable.
"Must be tough," Gildarts remarked, clapping him on the shoulder. "Living in a world where you're afraid to touch anything too hard or use too much strength. Everything must feel like it could break in your hands, like the world around you is made of paper. I get that."
"It's not so bad," Broly replied, lowering his arm. "Recently, I've learned how to control my strength."
That made the light brown haired man nod his head. "But again, it gets frustrating to always hold back, doesn't it? Not being able to cut loose makes you jittery. And if that pressure builds up too long, it dulls your senses. Makes you lose your drive," Gildarts muttered, scratching the back of his head with a sigh.
Broly blinked, caught off-guard. Those words struck far closer than he expected. That ever-present feeling — yes, he knew it well. It wasn't just about fighting. It was the strain of never being able to fully let go, of always keeping a lid on himself even now, even after gaining some control. It was exhausting in ways that no physical battle could ever replicate. It was like part of him had to remain clenched tight at all times, never fully allowed to breathe.
Seeing the look on his face, Gildarts gave a hearty laugh and smacked a hand against his shoulder with a loud clap.
"You know," the middle-aged man said, grinning, "I've been feeling the same way lately. And I think I've got the perfect cure for both of us. Gonna sound a lot like Natsu saying this, and I'm sure that fireball won't stop bugging me once he hears, but what do you say we have a friendly spar? Just you and me?"
"I accept," Broly replied without hesitation. He didn't know why the words left his mouth so quickly, but something about it just felt right. Master Makarov had once mentioned that the only one in Fairy Tail who could possibly push him was the man standing in front of him. Broly had always been curious.
Natsu tried, and so did Erza during their spar. He had fun, but it never pushed him to a level high enough that he felt truly satisfied. Against Hades, it was more frustration and anger that filled his mind, as his opponent tried to hurt his friends, making it hard for him to truly enjoy the battle.
Gildarts raised his eyebrows and laughed again.
"Someone's eager. Alright then. Let's find a place where there are fewer people around. Don't want to give the old man another heart attack, not with all the damage that's happened lately."
Just as the two prepared to leave, Gildarts turned his head toward Irene, his grin taking a more playful slant.
"Would this beautiful lady care to accompany us as a judge? Perhaps the winner earns a kiss from those fair lips?"
"Try that," Irene said with a cool, warning glance, "and I'll make sure you no longer have a mouth to kiss with. But I accept. I'm curious to see what Fairy Tail's so-called strongest is truly made of."
Gildarts smirked, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as he fell in step behind Broly, who had already started heading out to find a proper battlefield.
"Then I'd best give it everything I've got. Wouldn't want to disappoint you."
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The next 5 chapters of Snafu, and my other Fate fics (Fate Coiling Sword with 3 chapters, A Fake Familiar Reborn with 3 chapters, Steel Eyed Faker soon to be 3 chapters, Hound having 3 and To love a sword having 4 chapters) are already available on my P@treon. With 4 more Broly chapters at /NimtheWriter. Also, I post commissioned arts on each story, already posted a few on an Archer's Promise, Broly and Snafu.