A/N: This is an AU! So if you like canon stories, this is not the way to go because everything from characters to behavior will not be the same. Oh, and this is a story where there are going to be many smutty scenes, so read if you please to. And soon enough, you'll find out who this lucky stranger is ;)
Lucy ran as quickly as her scrawny legs could carry her. Adding to the enemy chasing her, Mother Nature wasn't exactly kind to her either. Rain poured down vigorously, causing the road to be slippery. Lucy's damp clothing clung to her like it was her skin. Her hair whipped around her face as the wind blew rapidly. With every movement she made, sweat mixed with the rain and poured down onto her face from her temple. As she sprinted faster, she could hear her heart beating loudly. All she could think of was escaping from whoever was behind her.
She wanted to continue running, but her body was failing her. After an hour of tireless running, Lucy's legs were starting to give in. All of her stamina slipped down the drain as did the rain which had poured down before. Just when she thought she lost the unknown person, Lucy turned around and saw the masked person still full of energy and not that far away from where she stood. Her breathing was now jagged, and soon enough she collapsed on the field which was located on the outskirts of town. There was no one in sight to save Lucy; it was time she met her fate.
The next time Lucy opened her heavy eyes she realized she was tied tightly to a bed post and no longer at the field. Of course she wasn't, the stranger had finally caught up to her and took the chance while he could to take her away. His motive for capturing Lucy was still unknown to her. She had been walking around town shopping with Erza, and suddenly, the stranger appeared out of nowhere and wanted to capture her. What had she done to make an enemy? She was kind-hearted, and tried to stay out of trouble at all cost. When had she made this enemy?
Lucy, wanting to leave immediately, looked toward the waistband of her pants where usually a belt which attached to it was her celestial keys, but obviously, they weren't there. She looked around the house, if you can actually call it a house, to see where they were. Without the advantage of being able to walk, she used her eyes to its fullest extent, seeking every detail of the house for her keys. They were nowhere in sight, and Lucy assumed that the person must have taken her keys along with them. Then, her eyes searched for the door with no success. Lucy lifted her head to take a look at the ceiling and found out that the only way to exit or enter the room was via the opening through the roof.
Lucy fidgeted in her position, trying to loose the knots of the string; it was no use though. The rope was magical, meaning that whenever she moved, the tighter it became. She heaved out a sigh and decided she had no choice but to wait for the anonymous man to return…. if he actually ever does.
Eager to get in, a concealed Sting Eucliffe climbed the run down cottage's roof quickly. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the daughter and heiress of the Heartifilia family. In his opinion, she was the finest lady in the so-called greatest guild, Fairy Tail. Sting had seen various bodies of others women, but Lucy, oh she was something else even though most of the time she covered her body with as much clothing she could manage. Other than that, the other thing separating the two was the fact that his guild was rivals with hers. But now, they were in a secluded area and there was nothing preventing Sting from doing things, dirty things.
Finally, Sting reached the location of the roof's opening. He gave the feeble door a slight kick and the piece of wood lands on the floor with a loud noise. This caused Lucy to stir in her slumber. Sting stared at her attentively, wanting to notice all the small details of her that he couldn't before. He thought about all his wild dreams that often included the blonde mage who slept in front of him. He had a great urge to touch her, to please her, to bring out the side that nobody knew.
He wondered what method he should use to awaken her from her sleep. His nimble hands caressed her soft right arm that was covered by her annoying raven black leather jacket. He moved away from her arm to look at her fully matured girlies. They were huge, round, and ready to be touched by him. Lust filled his eyes as he imagined the sounds the young girl would make if he touched them right then and there. Sting held himself from cupping her breasts as much as he could. He wanted to learn every spot of her before even touching her. With enough analyzing of her body, he was confident that he could hit her sweet spots on the first try. You see, unlike Lucy, he was skilled at doing things like these. She didn't possess the knowledge he had, but he was willing to be a great teacher.
Without much effort, Sting used his strength as an advantage and ripped off the sleeve of the outerwear. Still not pleased with the amount of skin he was offered, he quietly tried to take off her jacket and loose maroon tank top. To his liking, Lucy's blossoms were now in his view. He could see that her nipples were become slightly hard due to the fact it was being exposed to the cold air. Seeing her becoming hard just by that, Sting was ready to try his many experiences he had in mind. But first, he had to give her a nice wake up kiss because she was still sleeping soundly.
Sting crawled onto the drab-looking bed and used it as support to bend over so his face could nuzzle into Lucy's neck. He used his skilled tongue and licked the nape of her neck. With this action, the girl resting her head on the bed but the rest of her body was still on the floor let out a soft grunt. Sting, grinning at her responsive reaction, continued doing this action until he heard the most pleasurable sound. Oh, god, Sting couldn't wait to get started.
