Chapter 127
Trapped between bedrock wouldn't be what Erza deemed remotely ideal. Worse so, instead of lending her a hand, Natsu figured it would be best to laugh at her expense. All her wiggling around, Erza managed half of herself on the other side of the space where Gray tried but failed to pull her out. "Would you quit goofing around and help?!" Erza snapped at Natsu.
"Aw, what's the matter, Erza? There's no rush." Natsu said between chuckles. He knew Erza would snap his neck when she broke free of her prison, so he chose to take advantage of this opportunity. Not every day he gets to one-up her.
Gray sighed, much better at hiding his own amusement. "Besides, getting you out of this without smashing the rocks'll be a pain. Infrastructure's so fragile it's a miracle this place hasn't caved in yet."
"This is ridiculous...!" An idea popped into Erza's head. "Natsu! Can't you use your fire magic to melt the rock?"
"I could, but I won't," Natsu said.
"C'mon, we don't have time for this, Natsu. Just let her free." Gray had that idea the moment she got stuck but decided to keep that to himself. Seeing her squirm and whimper to be free was... cute.
Natsu folded his arms. "No way man! Especially not after what she did to me the other day. She knows what I mean." Gray's interest mildly peaked when Erza went stiff. "Payback time, heh heh."
Erza and Gray's ears twitched when they heard a strange sound. From his vantage point, Gray couldn't see much of Natsu. But Erza could feel something hard and hot on her thigh. Her entire face went scarlet identifying the strange shape and sensation. "What are you doing?!"
"Like I said, payback time. Thought I wouldn't get my chance, but now I've got one and I'm takin' it!" Natsu slipped his cock between the canyon of her ass like a flashlight. Erza gasped and quivered feeling his hot organ slide back and forth between her bum, smearing her with his precum come.
Gray's brows knitted. "What are you two doing?"
"You'll see soon!" Natsu grinned. He rubbed his cockhead along her vulva, smearing her with his arousal. Erza's opening and closing mouth, juts forward to his head's teasing entries, and yelps tilted Gray's head in confusion. More so when she seized up. Unbeknownst to him Natsu buried himself eight-inches deep in her core. Her soaking channel stretched obediently to accommodate his considerable length and girth.
She went cross-eyed and Natsu stilled lest he finished prematurely, his dick so large she had to spread her legs. Natsu growled and his head reclined in utter bliss, surrounded by her wet loving sex which welcomed him any hour of the day.
"Uh, Natsu, what are you up too back there?" Her expression prompted his question. She looked disoriented but pleased. Suddenly his pants felt tight.
"Repaying Erza for the other day. She's pretty tight on this end, how about you try yours?"
"N-Natsu, you…!" Erza's proclamation for vengeance died on her lips. Feeling his massive, thick shaft stir inside of her rolled her eyes back. Unconsciously did her hips circle with his and her walls stroked him. There, Gray got the picture and his face turned dark. "If I do this, ah, you free me. Agreed?"
"Fine by me. Hey, Gray, are you getting in on this?" Calmed enough that fear of premature dispenser no longer proved an issue, Natsu wanted to kick this off yesterday and wouldn't wait long for Gray to shout back an answer. Glad when he received a quick one.
"Y-yeah." Gray unzipped his pants and retrieved his erect tool. He stepped closer and wormed himself into her mouth, expanding her gorgeous, full, light-pink lips around him. A combination of natural musk and sweat frizzled on her tongue and she clenched around Natsu. The Dragon Slayer didn't wait for Gray to begin.
Aid by his supernatural strength thanks to years of training, struggles, and tough battles, Natsu plunged himself in reckless abandon. Thrusting his now aching cock in and out of her tight, stroking orifice adoring every second of it. Hands like steel traps gripped her waist, sure to leave bruises once he let go. His strokes were faster, less controlled. Before long the squelching sound of him sliding in and out of her became audible, as was the sound of his groin slapping her ass with each thrust.
Each pound edged Erza forward. So much so Gray didn't have to move for her soft lips to run from shaft to tip, but he wasn't about to stand there and let Natsu alone enjoy himself. Gray grumbled and his head reclined. His fingers entwined in her scarlet locks and he propelled himself down her gullet. Wrapped in the recesses of her throat, lathered in saliva and every ridge traced by her tongue, his restraints and concerns all but left him to enjoy the bliss of being worked by her mouth.
Gray always considered Erza beautiful. When they used to bathe together his erection made his sexual attraction to his childhood friend clear. But Natsu had beaten him to the beneficiary relationship. He assumed the reason Erza took him so well, why they often went on missions alone and came back late, was because they were messing around. Plus, he had Juvia to worry about. At least here he can obtain experience.
Erza wasn't in her proper mindset. Thoughts affixed on the massive cock that knocked against her cervix and the other which deprived her of proper air supply, pleasure generated in powerful waves of electricity. The scarlet warrioress was no virgin. Natsu had taken her innocence on their way back from a mission years ago. She could still remember the day, how hot she felt pinned against the tree bark being emptied into for an extended period she could not recall. By the time they ceased, night had long since fallen.
It wasn't meant to be some long affair. She had heard talks and tales of sex, Natsu happened to be present at that time. One led to two, then a prolonged session of screams, grunts, and messy, messy orgasms. Erza did the best she could to thrust back into Natsu and bobbed her head for Gray simultaneously, but the boys seemed to be handling themselves well enough.
The meaty sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed the cavern, accompanied by balls slapping her chin and thighs when she closed them. Natsu hissed, the vice grip her pussy had him in rocketing him closer to the finish line. He could feel it. The knot at his base, the raw energy pooling like magic power as he prepared to unleash a secret art. Calloused hands sank into her rippling white bum to squeeze and pull, then he gave her nice surprise shoving three fingers into her ass.
Erza's scream vibrated around Gray's pulsing member. He grabbed her head and slammed his crotch into her. Breathing, already difficult, became more challenging for Erza. He loved the slurping and gulping noises she made trying to swallow all of his fluids, some flowing down her chin. The scent of Gray's masculine musk and force, Natsu's inhuman pounds, and his three fingers left the re-quip wizard dizzy and frayed. Her eyes were glazed over and watery, nearly retreated into their sockets as Natsu adjusted his angle to attack that nice little spot she loved.
Natsu slammed forward fueled by purpose. He relished in Erza, knowing he dominated this woman when she openly and shamelessly pleaded for him to keep going and fuck her harder. But he knew this had to come to an end eventually. She coiled around his elongated cock, and he could hear her moaning even though Gray stuffed her mouth.
Another wave of arousal swept through her, coalescing in her sex as more juices flowed freely. His cock doused in arousal. Erza's passage grew slicker as his thrusting continued, the familiar feeling of arousal growing in her groin. It spread to her stomach, a sure sign she was coming to the edge and reached it far sooner than he anticipated. Then, Natsu heard Gray grunt.
Gray deposited his load. His thrumming cock sprayed copious amounts of jism down her throat and he didn't stop thrusting until flaccid. A relief like no other came over the ice-make wizard. He had never done anything like that before. A few girls always approached him for a hot romp, but he always declined. But he was more willing to indulge Juvia now that's he's experienced this taste of heaven. Natsu didn't seem too far behind.
The Dragon Slayer did his damndest to fend off his orgasm. Her toes curled and voice rang throughout the cave. No longer muffled by Gray, he could listen to the beautiful melody of her broken, ragged gasps and pleas for him to fill her up. She would get her wish and then some, Natsu always made sure to deliver. And he knew once they saw this mission's end, he would be seeing her in bed. Hell, if she could wait long enough. She might pull him over in some alleyway and have at it there, not that he minded.
A tsunami of ecstasy washed over her. Erza began hyperventilating in sheer pleasure, reaching her crescendo for the second time. Feeling her orgasm, Natsu accelerated his strokes once again until she thought he might split her apart. His frenzied rutting soon came to an abrupt end. Arriving at his peak, dancing on the precipice of his climax for long enough, he lodged himself deep into her cunt shooting ropez of semen into her convulsing sex.
Erza cried out in utter bliss being filled to the brim by his searing thick load. The gush of his hot seed shooting into her one jet after another sent a sensual chill up and down my spine. Almost enough to make her come a consecutive time, missing the mark by a hair. His head reclined milked by her and rocked a few times, then re-fastened himself. God, he loved the way she felt under a climax. Rivulets of ivory and quim ran down her thighs and dripped onto the floor, forming a muddle of their secretions.
Erza rose on her tip-toes as he pushed. Far too hot in her standard armor, she re-quipped her Clear Heart Clothing. She gave a shudder when he exited. Natsu melted the bedrock per the agreement, pulled Erza up the face him, and as if she expected him, opened her mouth for his tongue. The kiss was short but passionate. He kneaded her chest, nipples pronounced clearly through her white bandages and he couldn't help tweak them.
"How you guys're still at it, is beyond me…" Gray, who sat slouched on a rock, sighed.
The redhead breathed out, a string of saliva connecting their bottom lips. She ran a finger along his shaft. "We'll continue this later." Erza walked on and Natsu drew his pants back up. She stopped at Gray. "I hope you know, a girl isn't satisfied with just one."
"Shut up…" Gray blushed, knowing what that little tidbit was for. More specifically who. Gray crossed to Natsu and couldn't help ask, "What exactly did she do to you?"
"She left me to Mira."
"Ooooh…"
Sweat it out
Preparing a bowl of chicken soup for Gajeel to take his medicine would have been easier if not for his stubbornness.
Gajeel disliked his forced banishment from the guild hall to recover, a request Levy made, much to his annoyance. She couldn't be sure if he would abide by her suggestion to remain in bed and recover; instead she found him in his room doing push-ups in boxers with a fire lacrima beside him to "sweat it out," as he puts it. Levy assumed the medicine had left Gajeel drowsy in bed when she felt for the kitchen.
Levy, far too preoccupied by her own thoughts and mental chastisement of Gajeel's constant acts of rebellion, didn't realize the shadow looming over her until muscular arms caged her against the counter. She shrieked, only to snap her head back at Gajeel within the limited space his embrace allotted. His bare skin and heated pressed against her thigh where her short dress ended, leaving her slack-jawed and blushing like mad. "G-Gajeel, where are your clothes?!"
"Gee-hee-hee." His signature laugh didn't hold its typical borderline sadistic sneer but struck a nerve all the same. Gajeel rested his chin on her shoulder. "It got hot," he whined, "but not I'm cold."
"Because you're naked, dummy!" Levy exclaimed. Ready to lecture him further to put some clothes on and get back into bed since continued exposure to his naked form would leave her feverish, he got his word in first.
"Don't get all worked up." Gajeel's brawny arms coiled around her waist; he absorbed her body heat and whispered in relief against her neck, "You got some nerve telling Makorov to ban me from the guild hall. Always stickin' your nose where it doesn't belong."
A shudder traveled up her spine and an unwarranted sigh escaped her lips as he pinched her nipples. "Gajeel!"
"Gee-hee-hee." He gave that signature laugh anytime a malicious plan cooked in his brain, though it didn't sound as woozy as the last, indicating he had more energy. Her nipples were hard, extremely sensitive. "Jus' love the noises you make." He kneaded her breasts, the pair perfect in his palms. Gajeel marred her neck with bites and kisses. Levy let her head drop back and tried rubbing her thighs together for some meager appeasement, a task that Gajeel's calloused hand took upon itself. "We've broken in every room besides the kitchen. No time like the present, wouldn't ya say?"
His low voice, doused in ardor, sounded like a seductive purr in her ear. She bit her lip to the lecherous glint in his eyes when he turned her head to face him. "Don't bite, let me." Gajeel kissed and pulled at her bottom lip. A mighty blaze lit up within her as she returned her lover's passion in kind. Levy briefly wondered at the whereabouts of Lily, worried the warrior cat might catch them doing the deed in the kitchen, but it faded as she reasoned he was probably training in the mountains.
Gajeel admired the harsh blush on her cheeks, proud to have caused such a sight and that it was something only he beheld. "Look who's all submissive t'me now." Cockiness dropped from every syllable as he pushed her panties aside. He ground himself restlessly against her until his cock slipped between her legs to rub her folds, the veritable wetness picked up from long ago by his acute sense while she administered the medicine. A look at his bare chest got the little bookworm all riled up; he thought to take her then and there but a change of scenery never hurt anyone.
Levy closed her legs and moved in tandem with him. She was a stubborn girl but not stubborn enough to deny she wanted him. Logical reasoning dissolved into the heat of bliss as he uttered filthy reassurances in her ear; all she cared for was to feel him inside her. And the more she fantasized, the more restless she grew until unconscious pleas breezed past her lips at a volume only a dragon slayer could hear.
His sloppy kisses along her neck reflected his unrestrained arousal. The removal of his cock from between her legs left her crestfallen; a cute pout which vanished as he bent her over, raised a hand, and smacked her bum.
"G-Gajeel!"
"Coz of your damn meddling!" He struck again, "I'm here," and again, "with nothing," again, harder, "t'do!"
Levy tried to wiggle from her smacks but all in vain, sure his handprints were left on her butt for him to gloat later. Finally, his vengeful strikes came to an end. Gajeel stooped to examine her reddened bum and his medicinal kiss jostled her; the sharp contrast of his hot slaps and soft, soothing kisses surged through her. Levy pushed her rear into his face, and while the neediness of his lover filled him with glee, he went no further and she whined when he stood.
He slipped his dick between her bum and hummed, and in return for the warm security he dipped his fingers into her pussy, deliberately stroking her folds to leave her breathless. He thumbed her clit, circles tight and slow to really squeeze out those whines. Levy sighed in utter bliss at his thick digits, the dastardly duo doing away with that little integrity and modesty she had left.
She moved to him in what little room available. Sighing and crying at his finger's oscillations and curls, and once he found her sweet spot, attacked it mercilessly. Gajeel smiled against her neck, "Can ya hear it? Hear you?"
"Yes," the befuddled answer came subconsciously. Levy didn't want to stop and feared he'd retract his miracle working digits, but alas, the big lug retracted his fingers. To agitate her no doubt! But Gajeel was quick to satisfy her wanton desires as she melted at the press of his tip.
"Push me in."
"I-I can't!" Levy could barely move caged against the counter and he wouldn't ease off.
Gajeel laid on her back, pinning her on the counter, the coolness of the marble on her erect nipples causing her to hiss. "What's the matter, don't ya want it?"
"You big…!" Gajeel's sharp entry into her sopping core stole her voice, her jaw dropped and eyes popped open.
"Ain't I a nice guy?" He pushed and remained for her to relish in the fullness, the thickness of his rigid phallus. Her eyes rolled. Then, she yelled as he lifted her off the floor. He pushed her knees to either side of her head, the position offering the kind of flexibility that allowed him entry from several different angles. The constant change elicited myriad noises from the lithe, tight mage; she was so hot and inviting. Something about condom-less sex, a precaution neither though necessary to worry about anymore, woke the sleeping primal beast which existed within Gajeel and thrived in the heat of battle.
Levy always felt small compared to him. With a single hand the dragon slayer could lift her; even at eye-level she was a dwarf. Beneath the shadow of his towering frame or held against his bulky frame, it always turned her on to realize such a handsome giant ravished her with such ferocity the entire world fell away. His attentiveness during sex made her feel like they were the only ones in Magnolia. And although calling Gajeel a giant was an obvious exaggeration because Levy was simply shorter than most girls she knew, he damn felt like a giant when he fucked her.
Gajeel bent her over the countertop. Her muscles clenched. He seized the opportunity to bring her to the brink of a climax. His abrupt acceleration elevated her volume to an uncontrollable high which would have been heard all over Magnolia if not for the shut windows, her voice growing hoarse and oxygen supply scarce. Gajeel would have to hurry; he didn't want to come before she did and managed to hold on long enough for Levy to finally reach her breaking point, a proud smirk adorning his face when he pulled and and Levy glared, livid.
She thought about kicking him in the shin but leapt onto him like a monkey on a tree instead. Gajeel assisted her and growled a "fuck yss" as she returned his throbbing member to its rightful place. Her legs pulled him into her and he did not resist. They both savored the bliss of reentry, then she started a new rhythm. Gajeel remained still and just watched his little bookworm show her aggressive side, content to grope her ass and return her lustful kisses. Levy's hard thrusts forced him back against the cupboard; she used the handles as anchors to propel herself at a more consistent, brisker pace.
Gajeel broke their kisses to listen to her. She was always feisty when they were alone. He'd love if she let this side of her show more often. Of course he adored the cute and bashful bookworm who ran into his room at the boom of thunder to cuddle for safety, but the woman who took charge and fucked him against the counter right now, disheveled hair stuck to her sweaty skin and eyes swimming in ecstasy reflecting her single-minded goal, was more than welcome in his presence.
Gajeel's climax shook his entire body. Levy ground her pelvis against his and regressed into her own state of euphoria. Her hands scoured his sweaty body without aim, left limp on him once his flaccid member finished its dispense. God knew she was going to have a headache after this.
High concentrations of ethernano always varied in results–sometimes a day sickness, others a change in the flow of magic power. But Lucy hadn't heard of a person's hormones spiked thanks to heavy exposures of ethernano, nor did he expect to deal with his hot and bothered companion because she didn't heed his warnings. Or the obvious billboard in front of the restricted forest that said: "Beware: high concentration of ethernano ahead."
"N-Natsu, wait!" Lucy backed up to an approaching, stupefied Natsu.
"Lucy..." Natsu's chest heaved. Her disbelieved pink hair was far messier than usual, strands stuck to her sweaty skin. Her labored breathing added a note of urgency in her voice. "I feel so hot and I can't take it anymore...!"
"S-stay back! I'm warning you!"
But her warning went unheeded.
A few of his knick-knacks toppled on Lucy's impact on the floor as Natsu's mouth slanted fiercely over hers. Her hands darted about his body, grabbing and fondling wildly to rid him of his shirt. To that end, she ripped it in two and tossed the shredded cloth elsewhere. Natsu practically tore her mouth from a stunned Lucy who laid in disbelief at the frenzied kiss. Natsu then yanked the suddenly constrictive shirt he gave her over her head; her large, pendant breasts bounced, crowned with stiff, rosy nipples, and a breath of relief eased past her lips at the freedom.
She looked down at him with a hypnotic, lustful gaze that bordered insanity, dangerously close to predatorial as her hips gyrated on his straining hardness. Natsu ran her hands over his smooth stomach. Lucy wasn't overly muscular like most wizards in sorcery weekly but he wasn't skinny or soft either. Nice and slim, a mild definition centered around the navel. Her eyes followed where the pelvic muscle formed a faint v-line that disappeared into his pants and Lucy gulped at the low growl she made.
"Lucy," she sounded so needy, sexy. More of his mental restraints came undone as he took in her body: smooth, curvy and plump in all the right places. He laid still while the heated mage kneaded her breasts, the picturesque sight clearing the remaining dregs of hesitation holding the shy wizard back. Before his libido shot him up to suck on her nipples, the rush numbing any semblance of hesitancy, Natsu's tongue filled his mouth again and battered relentlessly against his.
Her fingers circled his areolas; his noise barreled down her throat as she ground her damp center against his hardness. Soon Natsu couldn't take the fabric barrier between them. Frenzied hands worked to unzip his pants and she scurried down between his legs to behold his cock. Natsu gazed longingly at his blunt-red erection and subconsciously licked her lips. It twitched under her lecherous gaze and felt warm in her palm. In a single motion Natsu engulfed his cock into her wet orifice, wrapped securely by her swirling tongue and soft lips as she bobbed up and down without rhyme.
Lucy sighed at the breathtaking sensation of her mouth. Her tongue felt like lashes of wet velvet across his tip. Curling and dancing her tongue across his bulbous crown, constantly nudging his slit for his precum, tracing his veins and embedding the taste of his dick into her taste buds. Lucy jutted. God, her mouth felt heavenly. A woman on a mission of pure hedonism, turning and twisting her head to rub his prick against the soft walls of her cheeks. Drenching his tip in saliva and licking clean the delicious pre-cum that seeped out.
"Natsu!"
There, a tinge ran from her head to her feet; goosebumps sprouted all over her skin, her fingers called to appease the mounting desire pooling in her sex. He sounded softer than usual. Lucy always had a delicate voice for a guy; she never thought much on but, right now, it made her hotter, crave him more. Watching him writhe while her tongue coiled around him and she suckled on his tool turned the dragon slayer's fingers to move like a whisk in batter as she moaned around his dick.
Surges of pleasure coursed through Natsu. His dick felt so good sealed in her mouth, his taste growing more on her each lick. Natsu removed his cock from her captivity to lick and pepper kisses along the sides of his thick cock. Sighs of his name past her lips, laced in ardor. Those sighs quickly became moans as she once again engulfed him into her gullet, treating it as if it were some kind of deity to worship.
"Nat...su!"
There, that tinge once more. She couldn't keep her mouth away from his any longer; in the blink of an eye, she captured his mouth with hungry urgency and forced it open for her tongue to recapture her territory. Lucy couldn't match her no matter how fast his tongue moved. Hers darted across his mouth, licked his palate, behind his teeth–everywhere. She savored his mouth, moaning and sighing to the taste of him. "Lucy," she breathed out, her hot breath fanning his lips. Her teeth sank into her skin, eliciting a sharp moan. From his ear to his collarbone red marks marred his neck, a claim that he belonged to her.
Natsu shared one more languid kiss with him before breaking away, finally giving Lucy some time to collect himself. But whatever semblance of sense he managed to retain disappeared to the sensation of her labia. He quivered as she ran his flushed head along her lips, lathering his tip in her arousal. Then, she slid him in. A collective, disjointed moan dispersed from them as he found security within Natsu's pussy. Enclosed in her velvety channel, massaged by her damp satin walls, Lucy breathed a long, drawled swear.
Mounted atop him, Natsu's entire body arched. The sensation of his dick stretching her pussy, commanding her to fit him, sedated some of the arousal which boiled within her. But her lust still burned bright, and she moved to quell that flame, bracing her hands on his chest. "Lucy," she breathed, hot and needy, "say my name again." She needed to hear it, she had to hear it.
Lucy could barely form a thought much less a name, and Natsu didn't seem like she would slow down to give her that opportunity. "Natsu...!" he powered through a grunt, framing her waist.
Natsu's rolls turned to bounces as she gasped, "Again!"
"Natsu!" It practically propelled out his lungs with how she rode him, growing fiercer once he called for her. Each drop brought a corresponding moan, the deep penetration singing a blissful song throughout her whole body. Natsu's hands took to appease the ache in her chest, and no longer could Lucy just lay there like a dead fish while those beautiful breasts of hers were out on display. He jackknifed up and sealed his mouth around her nipple, his enthusiasm surprising her.
Natsu gnawed on her bottom lip as Lucy ravaged her mounds as if they were ripe fruit. Red crescents covered her pristine skin. Her ample, honey soft breasts were so responsive to his touch. She squealed and cried out, gasped and moaned. Her walls clenched him in a vice grip and his teeth bit harder. Natsu sank her nails in his scalp. Lucy rasped her tightly beaded nipples, treating each one equally and never leaving one unattended.
Their breathing was labored, fighting for oxygen as if the air around them had thinned. She ground relentlessly against him, gorging herself like a glut trying to satiate her lustful urges. Natsu could feel it, her arousal mounting. Adrenaline pumped through her system as she pinned Lucy back down on the ground and took full command.
Lucy abandoned himself to pleasure, bucking to Natsu. His hands latched onto her firm bottom, relishing in the glorious waves of splendor of his approaching orgasm. He felt her, too. She was close. He wanted to hold out, god he did, but he couldn't do it. It was too much–she was too much. With a cry of deliverance his hot seed spilled into her in a frenzy of simultaneous convulsions, lightning bolts of fulfillment racing through him as he flooded her.
Dazed and motionless but still deep inside Natsu, Lucy laid still, exhausted, while Natsu rode out the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy. He could feel her spasms contracting around his girth. She cried out in unabashed abandon as that sweet, lovely sensation of her climax claimed her very being. Natsu fell on Lucy, heaving, sweat-beaded naked flesh against sweat-beaded naked flesh. But his expectance to simply fall asleep and regain what Natsu stole came crashing down as she took hold of his flaccid member.
"N-Natsu, I can't–!"
"More..."
"You seem better, Natsu." Cana took a swig of his favorite alchohol.
"Thanks to Lucy, I'm ready for a good fight!" Natsu tapped her muscles.
He looked at Lucy. "Though, you look a little someone drained the life out of you."
"...You could say that."
Strapped to Natsu's body and doused in sweat, all Lucy could feel zipping through her system while she bounced on his sturdy thighs was the blissful sensation of his cock stroking her.
Lucy revelled in the indescribable heat that took root within her, at a loss how her people feared such rhapsody. Dazed eyes caught between closing and drinking in Natsu's raptured expression rolled back as his dick struck a certain spot. To think such a strange appendage could supply such erotic delight.
When his length sprang from his breeches, her eyes broadened dramatically. For whatever reason, her heart raced; she couldn't take her eyes off it. Lucy found herself licking and sucking it after poking the receptive appendage. So smooth and hot, so hard, so big in her mouth. Listening to his hoarse groans and whines intensified her arousal. She engrained the taste of his girth into her tastebuds, an odd, addictive flavor Lucy vied for.
Her head moved with a striking fluidity, moaning and mewling around his phallus. Lucy rubbed her thighs against one another in hopes of easing the blissful rush that zipped through her body, persisting with newfound vigor. Soon, the need mounted between her legs compelled her to take the male tribesman's cock into her sopping center. A sound unlike any she had ever made roused for Lucy, one that resonated strongly with Natsu.
Sapless limbs hugged Natsu while his hungry mouth descended to her breast; a shiver coursed through her feeling his near molten mouth lap, rasp, and suckle on her nipples. His tongue traced over red marks he'd left previously and Lucy noticed how much more attentive Natsu was with her breasts. She had been told a man's admiration for a woman's chest was unparalleled. Showcasing a startling vehemence the moment she displayed them, Lucy couldn't help think her elders downplayed the love a man had for breasts. This wasn't simple admiration, it was borderline obsessive.
A cute noise fitting between a moan and grunt came from Natsu when he sat up. Somehow, it pleased Lucy to see him in such a state; he looked so cute. Rampaging around the village with his fellow tribesmen, hunting and drinking and so on, Natsu typically wore the face of a barbarian. Now, his expression had fallen into a state of sheer gratification. Eyes brimming with primal lust made her heart tick several beats faster and walls coil at his captivating glare while he drove into her.
Hours had passed since the heat of his release poured into her and the final phase of the ritual was complete; yet, he did not cease. At first, Lucy didn't understand. Though he appeared exhausted, Natsu proceeded to pound away at her with no sign to stop and came time and time again. She had long-since lost track of how many times Natsu released himself inside of her, left to his mercy and, in time, cared little about the fate of their people. This was no longer a simple ritual to unite their brethren, but a passionate dance between a man and a woman.
Natsu grasped the cheetah-printed cloth hanging on her waist for purchase and thrust deep. Everything turned to white, the tides of her release at hand and the tension between her legs desperate for relief. Lucy met his fierce drives with equal might and fervor, a sight that made him even more infatuated with her. She looked and sounded so needy, yearning and gorging herself like a glut on the bliss Natsu injected her with. Inebriated and disheveled as hard, shallow thrusts pummeled into her and drew out choked moans. His arms snaked behind her and Natsu held her close, the friction of her nipples against his chest sending delightful sparks to her core.
By the time his hips finally ceased and the last dregs of semen spilled inside of her, day had broken and neither tired soul could move an inch. Instinctively, they snuggled into the other's inviting embrace. Such an intimate warmth that had been missing from her life for years, Lucy didn't know how on earth she managed thus far. Not that she needed too any longer, and in nine months, the fruits of their labor will be born.After-hours were the only hours worth a damn to Gajeel since it was the only time he got any inspiration for future works. Stowed away in one the break rooms, raptured moans from the punk-rock loving artist resonated strongly with Lucy. Watching her deepthroat his daunting size with minimal effort, striking fluidity obtained through long hours of intense rehearsal, enamored with it as if it were an unrivaled sweet, widened his sleazy grin.
"Watchin' you take my dick gives me all sorts o' ideas, Princess."
Lucy giggled to being called Princess—his cute little nickname for her. "Are the ideas coming to you?"
"I'm comin' alright."
"I'm glad I could be of so much use," Lucy smiled coyly.
Feeling her tongue join her efforts almost made him explode, but he clenched his jaw for concentration. Having Lucy to himself, her gorgeous naked figure beheld to his lustful eyes alone and not those salacious painters, gave him purpose to attend work every day and were moments he wished to savor.
At times Gajeel grunted out his words of praise and bliss as her head quickened in response to the rising heat between her legs. It felt as if Lucy was doing a hundred things at once to him and Gajeel adored every single thing.
The vibration of her phone on the table increased the pressure of Gajeel's hand; he probably thought Lucy would abandon his cock to check who wanted her at this hour. Perhaps he thought it was another man, the notion bringing a naughty grin to her lips. Sliding him out, she asked coquettishly, "Do you think it's a man?"
Gajeel's eyes slimmed. "Is it?"
"Maybe." Lucy rubbed her cheek against his dick like a cat would a pole. "It might be something important." She stressed the last word, finding amusement in the way his jaw clenched.
"That so."
Once Gajeel shot up from his chair Lucy expected a certain level of roughness, but that look in his crimson eyes when he seized her wrists and dragged her over to the table sent chills down her spine. Having them secured by the outfit she wore in today's exclusive shoot—a part of her feeling a tinge of regret for stirring the pot, especially knowing how possessive a man Gajeel Redfox was—did not bode well. Or...did it?
Lucy's body tensed. She prepared for the sharp entry of the massive dick poking her thigh. Blunt-red and beaded with a pearl-hued tip, he must have been desperate to sheathe into her wet core. Instead, three nimble fingers twice as thick as hers with the skill of one who practiced the fine arts plunged into a center with a vengeance. The scream that ripped from her throat halted as an orgasm dawned and her back snapped off the table.
Gajeel displayed his gleaming fingers to Lucy once removed. She gnawed on her lip and fought her restraints, watching him lick his fingers clean. "Y'got some nerve, Princess," Gajeel smirked at her phone, a brilliant idea in mind. "How 'bout we check who was callin'?"
"W-what?!"
"Let's see..." Gajeel swiped the taskbar down and said with a dark chuckle, "Cana. Oh this is perfect."
Lucy frowned at why Gajeel needed her phone until she heard it ringing. She gasped, "What are you doing?!"
Gajeel set the phone down beside her and made sure Lucy saw him enable speaker. A wicked grin canted his lips at the sound of the receiver picking up. "Sup Cana."
"Gajeel?" It was no surprise to either of them that Cana sounded a bit tipsy. "Isn't this Lucy's phone? Why are you calling me on her number?"
Lucy opened her mouth to answer but having his large girth fill her speed-bumped her explanation. His thick cock rolled her eyes back in pleasure as it filled her, dismantled her as she tightened around him. "As you can see, she's a bit busy with me," Gajeel breathed out.
"Is that right?" Cana purred.
"C-Cana, don't listen!" Lucy cried as Gajeel's needy mouth and hands chose her breasts to be their primary focus, the way she bucked against his hips encouraging him to supply her body with what she vied for.
"You've gotta be kidding Lucy! No way am I gonna hang up when you're doing something so interesting." Mischief laced Cana's voice and they could practically see the coy smile on her face. "You better fuck that naughty girl stupid, hunk!"
"You got it."
Arms still bound by overly expensive clothing, sprawled on the mahogany wood as Cana cheered "go go go!" while Gajeel fucked her mercilessly, Lucy could not cut the call. And though embarrassed beyond belief—if she could cover her face, she would—the situation thrilled her all the same. It certainly jived with Gajeel judging by his punishing rhythm, the cheers of Cana becoming white noise on the cusp of a second orgasm.
His head buried in her cleavage, tracing the red marks he made with his tongue, Gajeel looked up and observed her stupefied countenance. Flushed and clammy, enchanting eyes darkened and clouded by lust. Standing to toss a slender leg over his shoulder for a better angle, one that heightened Lucy's cries, he asked with a maniacal grin, "You're about t'come, ain'cha?"
"G-Gajeel, yes!" Lucy keened as Gajeel's big, muscular arms cradled her leg for a firmer anchor. Trapped within one of mankind's deadly sins, its insanity truly brought forth her end. Blindly adhering to her most innate desires without any sense of modesty. Such a beautiful picture he could paint, and a new hit song to accompany it, too!
Intermingling pants became a unified moan as his seed flooded her and kickstarted her climax. Lucy could not contain herself captured by a rush so intense, crying out to Gajeel. All while he released Gajeel continued with flimsy pushes, creating just enough friction to satiate him until his orgasm ceased.
Slipping out of the exhausted model—an emptiness, despite being left a hapless, panting heap on the table, Lucy loathed—beheld Gajeel to the satisfying sight of his jism trickling down. When Cana hung up with the incentive to blab to Erza, there wasn't a bone in Lucy's body that cared.
Inspiration struck him and he grinned. "I think I'll be able t'meet my quota. Even gotta new song, if you wanna be the first t'catch this new hit single."
"I already have a headache, no need to make it worse..."