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"What in the…"
Laxus quickly closed the hotel room door. His eyes briefly roved over the rows of mirrors lining the walls and the ceiling before once again taking in with wide eyes the woman sprawled in the middle of the king sized bed. This woman…
He had done a lot of traveling in his time and he had been with his fair share of women, some of whom were quite expert in the matter of spicing up one's sex life. However nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for the likes of Mirajane Strauss.
To backtrack slightly, he still found it incredible that she had feelings for him. They had always had a mutual respect for each other as S class wizards, even if they hadn't always seen eye to eye, but it had never crossed his mind to seriously pursue her romantically. Had he ever had the random inappropriate thought or two about her? Of course, she was undisputedly one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Was there a man in Fiore who'd never seen her risqué photo spreads in Sorcerer Weekly? No, and he was no exception. He had ah…browsed…an issue or two where she was featured in all her semi naked glory. But she wasn't just beautiful on the outside, she was just as beautiful on the inside if not more so. The honest truth was that he didn't feel like he deserved a woman like Mira.
He'd come clean and told her this a month after they had started covertly dating. She had sweetly responded by telling him that he underestimated himself and the man he'd grown into, all the while looking into his eyes with complete sincerity. When she looked at him like that, with big, cerulean blue eyes filled with so much devotion, he could do nothing but accept her assessment of his character and her total acceptance of all of him. He would never associate the word vulnerable with a man like himself but that was exactly how she made him feel. To think she was his and his alone, was too unbelievable to put into words.
They hadn't told the rest of the guild yet, opting instead to get used to their newfound relationship first, without interruption from their nosy guild mates and not to mention their even nosier Master.
Their first intimate encounter two months later was like nothing he had ever experienced, firstly because he had never been with a virgin and secondly because it was Mira. He was already head over heels for her at that point, that in itself being a new experience, but being wrapped up in her loving arms as she lay under him panting heavily after her second orgasm, her legs still tightly wrapped around his sweat slicked waist as he groaned into her shoulder with the force of his release was pure heaven. Heaven in the form of an ivory haired Aphrodite.
But she wasn't heaven sent, was she? No, she was a demon, carefully forged from the flames of hell, Satan's very own masterpiece, Lucifer's Mona Lisa, sent to Earth to terrorise and to tantalise. The strength to topple cities and the beauty to bring men to their knees.
Come to think of it, wasn't Satan said to have fallen from heaven like lightning? A fallen angel, the devil incarnate, he'd heard it all in reference to himself. He snorted at the irony of their relationship. She may be a nightmare dressed liked a daydream but they were a match made in hell.
"Lock the door. We wouldn't want to be disturbed now would we?" she asked with a sweet smile.
He quickly complied, all the while wondering how she could maintain that sugary sweet voice dressed as she was and laid out in such a provocative position.
Her outfit consisted of a black leather dominatrix high cut bodysuit, exposing flawless creamy thighs. A prominent silver zipper ran down her middle and ended at the enticing V between her legs, which were unabashedly wide open and clad in black thigh high sleek, high heeled boots. The zip was already pulled down to her navel, exposing the perfect globes of her breasts without revealing her nipples. Elbow length leather black gloves adorned her dainty arms. He was long used to her penchant for deviant bedroom activities but resting beside her was not one but two menacing black whips. One long and curled in a circle, one short, straight and stiff. He raised an eyebrow and not for the first time he wondered if he truly knew what he was getting himself into with this she devil.
"The hell do you find these places?" he asked throwing his fur lined coat unto a nearby chair.
She'd slipped a note into his pocket that morning at the guild, so discreetly that even he had almost missed it. It directed him to the room of a hotel in a more unsavoury part of town that he'd never paid any mind. Apparently it was some kind of kinky love hotel, how in the hell Mira knew about this place he suspected would remain a mystery to him. He had a feeling she would never cease to surprise him.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She giggled. She shifted slightly from her position on the bed and raised one hand to release her bangs. The cropped hair fell over her forehead and she smirked as she gripped the smaller whip, "Now undress. Slowly." She commanded.
Her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking, but he was certainly never one to take commands lying down.
"Oh," he scoffed crossing his arms, "so you think you're going to be the boss toni -THE FUCK!" he yelled as the larger whip cracked dangerously close to his feet.
His contradiction of a girlfriend was now kneeling on the bed with a wild look in her eyes, retracting the larger whip so that it once again rested on the bed next to her.
"You were saying?" she asked with narrowed eyes, though it really sounded rhetorical.
Mumbling through the task he tugged off his purple shirt and paused as he realised her eyes were focused on the mirrors above him. She was devouring the reflections of his body from every angle. He could definitely get into this, especially when the time came for him to do the same.
He gave into her demand and slowed his actions, pulling off his belt and dropping his black jeans, kicking them off and across the room with his boots. She was practically salivating at this point. His own aroused state was obvious, shielded only by the thin material of his boxers.
He watched her run the smaller whip up her body and over her still concealed but now clearly stiffened nipples as he dropped his boxers and kicked them aside. She exhaled heavily, admiring him from every angle. He couldn't help but grin with pride. Of course he knew he was ridiculously ripped but to know that just looking at his body could bring her this kind of pleasure was a heady sensation.
"Magnificent," She breathed, staring into a mirror on the wall behind him that gave her a perfect view of his toned ass, "You are magnificent Laxus."
"Don't I get anything in return?" he asked, gesturing to her outfit, which was still annoyingly on her body.
She crooked a finger, beckoning him over to the bed. He immediately complied and she pushed him to lie on his back, straddling is hips. They groaned in unison as her leather covered crotch rubbed against his erection. That was…quite the sensation.
He sighed appreciatively as he pulled her body suit wide open, the zipper rolling the rest of the way down as her bounteous breasts bounced free. She arched with a high pitched sigh as his big, warm hands cupped the heavy mounds of flesh. He glanced in the mirror next to the bed and grinned as he watched his fingers twist and tease her pretty, pink nipples. Oh yeah, he could seriously get into this.
As thoughts of taking her in a million different ways and watching it all from every sinful angle filled his head, he missed the fact that she had slid a pair of handcuffs out from underneath the pillows. As she leaned over him, letting him lick and suck her pert nipples into his mouth, he was caught off guard as she smoothly raised his hands above his head and snapped the cuffs securely on after looping them around a bedpost.
He frowned as she grinned deviously down at him.
"That's playing dirty Mira." He argued, although he wasn't in the least bit upset. In fact, he was even more excited and from where she was sitting he knew she could tell.
"Oh? Even if you get to do the same to me later?" she asked, standing to strip off the rest of the suit.
He unsuccessfully attempted to keep his breathing under control as she stood fully naked with the exception of a black collar around her neck, her elbow length gloves and those black high heeled boots. Her hair brushed the top of her juicy, round ass enticingly. She was perfection personified, every inch of her, and boy could he see every inch of her reflected all around him.
"Come here and do your worst." He challenged grinning wickedly, his eyes glinting with the promise of retribution.
She happily complied, grabbing the smaller whip with glee.
The next morning at the Fairy Tail Guild
"Laxus are you ok? You seem to be having trouble sitting down." Freed frowned.
Laxus internally groaned, trust Freed to notice that he was sore, not that he showed any sign of it on his face.
"You do look rather uptight." Evergreen commented. Why the hell didn't she go annoy the hell out of Elfman or something instead of him?
"You need some help boss?" Bixlow asked.
"Help? Help?" Bixlow's babies echoed. Laxus's eye began to twitch in irritation.
He would have opted not to answer them but then his grandfather chimed in from on top of the bar, tightly clutching his beer.
"What's that? What's wrong with you boy? You haven't been on a job in a few days so why are you injured?"
"I never said I was injured!" he yelled and immediately regretted it as multiple people turned to look in the vicinity of the bar area.
How could he explain that his bedroom activities with a certain sadistic she devil left him with some interesting bruises after she got a little too whip happy? Not that he regretted it at all. In fact, he was already wondering when they would do it again. Admitting to a sex injury though, hell no! To take a page out of Elfman's book, he was a man for heaven's sake.
He glanced over at the bar to see Mira wiping a glass with an amused expression as she listened to the conversation. She gave him an adorable smile and winked before leaving to attend to someone at the other end of the counter.
She might be an absolute nightmare in disguise, but she was his nightmare.
Come on Hiro, make Miraxus official, they are too perfect!