Rizevan was enjoying the delicious Strawberry cake. He might just have to kidnap the chef. Keyword being might. He could understand why Erza would have such great love for it. It was divine, really the only thing that tasted better was Mirajane.
In all seriousness though, Team Natsu and Markarov had returned to the Guild and began searching for him. Which means when Erza inevitably came to try the new cake he'd suggested to the chef, she'd see him.
One of his duplicates had been spraying the aphrodisiac heavily around Erza, Lucy, Levy, Mirajane, and Cana when applicable. The drug was modified to ensure they did not drag just anybody to them to relieve their symptoms. Once they laid eyes in him, some relief would wash over them, but not enough. The longer they were exposed to his presence the more they would desire it. Eventually when it became normal, he'd establish more intimate and personal connections with them.
For now, it was late and Rizevan was far too busy enjoying the new cake. It had been a hit and there was talk of the King sending for the person who'd come up with the recipe. The chef had had to publicly say a stranger with Silver Hair and Red Eyes had told him the recipe and he didn't know him, but he visited once a week for a single cake. It was just a matter of time before the Magic Council showed up.
He had killed a lot of them across multiple timelines, this could be no different, but he'd not care regardless, He was here for a vacation. Time for a long nap.
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Rizevan was busy watching Gajeel destroy Fairy Tails Guild Hall. He'd woken up a little while ago. So this was a bit of a surprise, surely he couldn't have been asleep that long? Ah well, no use crying over spilled milk. Using his cloaking talents, he snuck up behind Gajeel and got to walk leaving a message for him. This would embarrass him.
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Rizevan walked into Fairy Tail.
He sat at the bar, and flashed Mirajane, Levy, Cana, Erza, and Lucy smiles, he was distinctly aware of what he was doing.
''Fairy Tail.'' He said.
''I was wondering when you'd appear.'' Markarov said.
''Been here for about two weeks. Slept for the second week. Crossing dimensions is very tiring it seems.'' Says Rizevan.
''The Magic Council wishes to speak with you.'' Says Markarov.
''Of course they do.'' He responded dryly. ''Some things never change.'' Like Ultear. He'd been spraying her as well. Be curious if this would go any different than ninety eight percent of the other timelines.
''Sounds like you've encountered them before.'' Gray notes.
''Not the ones in this timeline. Their counterparts sure. I either end up in bed with one of them or I end up killing them. Sometimes both. Depends on how arrogant they are.'' He flashed Mira a smile as she poured him a drink.
''What are your intentions?'' Asks Markarov.
''I'm on vacation. This is just the first world I'm visiting during my holiday. I plan on visiting four more after it. I'll tell you this, if you think you have seen a good fight, then you should see the next world I'm headed to. It's the main timeline of my world. I'm from an alternative timeline you see. But I have certain skills that allow me to visit any world, any timeline, at any place in time. So visiting the main timeline where I was never born is going to be particularly amusing. Especially since I'll be dancing with Gods, Angels, Dragons, and Heroic Descendants and reincarnations. Including someone who makes what Gildarts can do accidentally akin to a child's tantrum.'' Says Rizevan.
''I'm getting fired up just thinking about it!'' Natsu shouted, wisps of flame escaping his mouth.
''Would it be possible to accompany you on this trip?'' Asks Erza.
''Easily. I can return to any timeline or worlds at any point in time. I am in effect the male equivalent of a Irene Belserion and Selene.'' Rizevan said before frowning.
''Fuck me. I wasn't supposed to mention them.'' He noticed the way the girls twitched at his particular curse.
''Excuse me?'' Markarov asked.
''Alright since I brought them up. Irene Belserion is the inventor of Dragon Slayer Magic. She was a legendary enchantress centuries ago, and she's still alive to this day. She was for a period of time the Reigning monarch of the precursor Kingdom Dragnof. And her Deadbeat husband Rung did not understand that the level of complexity of the enchantments and the years of immersion in the Draconic Energy of the Sage Dragon Belserion had in effect put her pregnancy on hold. So when he attacked her and slashed her belly with his said she went batshit mad, turned into a dragon, killed him, and made me deliver the baby four hundred years after the fact and drop the child off in Rosemary Village.'' He said.
''Rosemary? Wait, that's the village I was born in.'' Erza said.
''No, you were born in the Alvarez Empire. Irene demanded I take you far from the Empire's capital.'' Says Rizevan. This was a conversation he'd had a couple dozen times. Thus far, Erza hadn't broken down. It didn't seem like it was about to start now.
''Can you prove what you claim?'' There was a slight quiver in the way Erza spoke.
''I can.'' He stood up, took Erza's hand, and disappeared in a flash of light. For the Fairy Tail Guild, it'd be over quickly. For Erza, not so much.
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(WARNING: Lemon)
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A private eoom in the Fairy Hills estate, far from the other rooms of the Girls Dormitory and the brawls of the Fairy Tail Guild alike. The bed was vast, draped in comfortable silk sheets the color of aged red wine, and the air was thick with the scent of sex and the quiet, crackling warmth of an enchanted hearth.
Erza Scarlet—the Titania of Fairy Tail, the strongest woman in her guild, a warrior who would face demons and dragons and death itself without flinching—lay sprawled on her stomach across the rumpled sheets. Her scarlet hair, usually bound in its familiar style, fanned around her in a wild, tangled halo. Her armor was gone, discarded in pieces across the floor hours ago. Her body—all powerful curves and battle-honed muscle—was bare, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and utterly, completely vulnerable.
Between her spread thighs, Rizevan Lucifer feasted.
His scarred hands gripped the generous swell of her ass, kneading the firm, supple flesh as he buried his face in her cunt. His tongue—talented, tireless, wicked—worked her soaked folds with the focused intensity of a master craftsman. He layered broad, flat strokes from her clit to her entrance and back again, then pointed his tongue and speared it deep inside her velvet heat, curling and twisting in ways that made her see stars. His lips sealed around her swollen clit and sucked, drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth while his tongue flicked against it in rapid, merciless rhythm.
And his fingers—two of them, thick and calloused from centuries of smithing—were buried in her tight, virginally pink asshole, pumping in and out with a steady, relentless pace that matched the rhythm of his tongue.
Erza screamed.
She screamed into the silk pillows, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her powerful body arching and bucking against his mouth. "Rizevan—Rizevan, I can't—I can't—oh gods—"
Her first orgasm crashed through her like a thunderbolt, her pussy flooding his mouth with a gush of sweet, musky nectar. Rizevan groaned against her folds, the vibration sending another shockwave through her overwrought nerves, and he drank her down greedily—every drop, every pulse, every desperate gush of her release. She tasted divine. Like strawberries and salt and the electric tang of pure, unfiltered magic. He swallowed everything she gave him and didn't stop.
His tongue kept moving. His fingers kept pumping. His mouth kept sucking.
The second orgasm hit her before the aftershocks of the first had even faded. Erza's scream cracked on a sob, her thighs clamping around his head, her ass clenching rhythmically around his pistoning fingers. More nectar flooded his mouth, and Rizevan drank it down with a satisfied, possessive growl.
"Delicious," he murmured against her soaked flesh, the word vibrating through her core. "I could do this all night, Titania. You taste like victory."
"Please—please—" Erza didn't even know what she was begging for anymore. Mercy? More? Both? Her mind had gone blank, wiped clean of everything except the devastating, relentless pleasure of his mouth and his fingers and his complete, absolute control over her body.
He gave her no mercy. He gave her more.
His tongue speared deep inside her fluttering cunt while his thumb—rough, calloused, perfect—found her clit and pressed down in tight, unforgiving circles. His fingers in her ass crooked, finding a spot inside her that made her vision white out entirely.
The third orgasm tore through her with the force of a hurricane. Erza wailed into the pillows, her whole body convulsing, her release gushing into his waiting mouth in thick, pulsing waves. Her legs trembled violently. Her breath came in ragged, broken gasps. Her fingers had torn actual furrows in the silk sheets.
Rizevan drank every last drop, licking her clean with slow, savoring strokes until she was whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he lift his mouth from her cunt, his chin and lips glistening with her juices, his crimson eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Three," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. "A good start."
He rose from the bed with the lethal grace of a predator who had all the time in the world. Erza lay limp and trembling beneath him, her face half-buried in the pillows, her scarlet hair sticking to her damp cheeks. She was barely coherent, her mind still floating somewhere in the haze of her third climax.
Rizevan freed his cock from his trousers, letting the garment fall away. Twelve inches of thick, vein-ribbed Lucifer flesh rose proudly against his belly, the ruddy crown already glistening with precum. He stroked himself slowly, watching Erza's prone form with possessive hunger.
Then he flipped her onto her back.
Erza gasped, her glazed brown eyes flying open as she found herself staring up at him. Her massive H-cup breasts—full, firm, topped with dusky pink nipples pebbled tight—bounced and swayed with the motion. Her neatly groomed bush of scarlet hair, trimmed into a perfect triangle above her soaked, pink, glistening pussy, was on full display. Her legs fell open on instinct, exposing everything to his burning crimson gaze.
"Beautiful," Rizevan murmured, and meant it. Every scar, every curve, every trembling inch of her.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the broad head of his cock nudging against her soaked entrance. He didn't thrust. Didn't rush. He just pressed forward—slowly, inexorably, inch by torturous inch—letting her feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his heartbeat through his shaft as he sank into her velvet heat.
Erza came.
Just from him sliding inside her. Her pussy clamped down around him in a stranglehold, fluttering and spasming, and a broken, incredulous sob tore from her throat as her fourth orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched, her massive tits bouncing, her nails raking down his scarred chest.
"Rizevan—oh—I—"
"I know," he breathed, sinking deeper, feeling her silken walls part and clutch and welcome him. "I've got you, Erza."
He bottomed out with a low, reverent groan. Her cervix kissed the tip of his cock, and he held there for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting her feel the full, stretching, overwhelming fullness of him seated completely inside her. Her pussy was velvet-soft perfection, wet and hot and clenching around him in helpless, rhythmic pulses.
Then he began to move.
Slow, deep, rolling thrusts. Each stroke dragged the entire length of his cock against her sensitive inner walls, the ridge of his crown catching on every sweet spot inside her. The wet, lewd sound of her pussy parting for him filled the chamber, underscored by Erza's breathless, broken moans.
"More—please, more—"
Rizevan's pace quickened. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, the slap of his balls against her ass joining the symphony of their coupling. His scarred hands found her massive tits, mauling them with possessive hunger—kneading the firm, supple flesh, rolling her dusky nipples between his calloused fingers, pinching and pulling until she was keening with every touch.
"Like that?" he growled, slamming into her harder. Her tits bounced and swayed with every brutal thrust, hypnotic in their rhythm. "Like being fucked by a Super-Devil, Titania? Like being taken apart on my cock?"
"Yes—yes—Rizevan, I—please, don't stop, don't ever stop—"
Her begging dissolved into incoherent, sobbing moans. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her nails scored his shoulders, leaving red furrows in his scarred skin. Her pussy was milking him now, those silken walls clenching and fluttering in the telltale rhythm of another approaching climax.
Rizevan felt his own release building—a pressure at the base of his spine, a tightening in his heavy balls. He fucked into her harder, faster, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every savage stroke. The sounds of their coupling were obscene—wet, rhythmic, primal.
"Going to fill you," he grunted, his voice ragged. "Going to pump you so full of my cum it'll be leaking out of you for days, Erza. Going to—"
The pressure broke.
Rizevan came with a guttural roar, buried to the hilt against her cervix. His release flooded her in thick, scalding pulses—rope after rope of hot, pearlescent seed painting her insides white, filling her womb, flooding her until there was simply no room left. The sheer volume of his cum, the pressure of it, caused some to start leaking out around the seal of his cock, dripping down her ass and onto the rumpled sheets below.
Erza screamed. Her fifth orgasm—or was it her sixth? she'd lost count—shattered through her as she felt him pulse inside her, felt the hot flood of his seed filling her to overflowing. Her pussy milked him greedily, drawing every last drop from his cock, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy.
And then she went limp.
Her eyes fluttered closed. Her breathing slowed. Her arms fell away from his shoulders, flopping bonelessly onto the bed. The Titania of Fairy Tail—the strongest, most mentally resilient woman Rizevan had ever known outside his world—had passed out cold from sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
Rizevan chuckled softly, still buried inside her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own release. He pressed a kiss to her sweat-damp forehead, then carefully rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
Erza lay sprawled on top of him, her massive tits pressed against his scarred chest, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her breathing was deep and even, the breathing of a woman utterly, thoroughly spent. But even in unconsciousness, a soft, subvocal moan escaped her lips as his cock shifted inside her.
Rizevan's hands found her ass—that magnificent, generous ass that he'd been mauling all night—and resumed their possessive kneading. He squeezed and massaged the firm, supple flesh, spreading her cheeks, tracing the cleft between them with his thumbs. His cock, still half-hard, remained buried inside her leaking pussy, plugging the flood of his seed inside her.
Even unconscious, Erza moaned at his touch. Her hips shifted weakly, a tiny, instinctive roll against his pelvis. Her inner walls fluttered around his shaft.
"That's it," Rizevan murmured against her hair, still kneading her ass with slow, possessive strokes. "Rest, Titania. You've earned it."
He didn't pull out. Didn't move. Just lay there in the warm, sex-scented darkness, his wife's harem sister draped across his chest, his cock still buried in her cum-filled pussy, his hands still mauling her magnificent ass.
The false dawn was still hours away. There was still time yet for more.
For now, he would let her sleep. It seems he might have used a bit too much Aphrodisiac in her if her method of dealing with the truth was getting fucked.
Ah well, live and learn.
He made sure to wipe Erza's memory of the sex. Well, seal it at any rate. Post-nut clarity, he probably shouldn't have fucked Erza, so he intended to roll back time just a little.
The benefits of Space-Time.
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Erza Scarlet-
It was true.
All of it.
Yet as she pleaded with Rizevan to make her feel something else, a more base need that had been gnawing at her for weeks…
He refused.
Not because he didn't find her attractive, but because he said the Timeline variation where they did it, left her with little in regards to what she sought.
That was a noble attitude, even if she really wanted him to. But still, he refused. She'd have to settle for her hands, despite the lack of relief they gave her.
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Rizevan Livan Lucifer-
Rizevan had reappeared at Fairy Tail without Erza and sat down.
''She's recovering mentally at her home.'' He said after downing the rest of his drink.
''Anymore bombs you want to drop on us?'' Markarov asked with a hint of sarcasm.
''A few, but I think that's enough for the week. Tell the council so long as they don't bother me, I'm no threat to anyone. If they're not satisfied with that them they can and I quote: Go fuck themselves. I'm not an enemy they'll survive making. After all if every other version couldn't stand against me, what hope do they have.'' He said, placing his arms on the bar and putting his head down, he was exhausted.
Erza took a lot out of him mentally and physically. Ah well, not the first and not likely to be the last, but for now he was fucking tired….
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(Author's Note:)
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Three thousand words of Content? Not bad, Rizevan will sleep a fair bit, he may wake up, he may not. Also, before I forget, in order to comply with Royal Roads rules, the lemons for any and all stories will be either skimmed over or removed entirely. So if you want the full chapter you can find me on other sites. Back to the note, when Rizevan wakes up, next, well it's gonna be fun. We'll cross that stuff when we come to it. For now, I'm really tired, myself, for much the same reason as Rizevan. Pretty sure the pills they gave the gf are aphrodisiacs, I haven't had much sleep. Not that I'm complaining, but I need more than six hours of sleep a day.
I'm also working on two side fics that never really took off and incorporating them into the Artificer Omniverse.
Anyways, I'm probably forgetting a few things, but you can blame my gf for that, so we'll probably cover it in the next chapter I write. See you guys then!
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