Chapter 2

Earlier that night…

Erza stretched her sore muscles as she left the training grounds for the night. Having no magic was… an adjustment. She mastered the use of various weapons yes, but her Ten Commandments would forever be her pride and joy. She kept it safely stored in her room, a reminder of the past and a symbol of the future.

Speaking of the future, she wondered how exactly she should spend her night. Should she complete her division status report or seek out the man who seemed to constantly occupy her thoughts. It was unwise to get entangled with her King but wrapped up in the silken white web of seduction she most certainly was, as was he. She tried to remember how it all began… a glance here, and brush of fingers there, slightly more daring and inappropriate touches everywhere.

She'd had a hard time believing he was interested in her. Oh she knew she was beautiful, she'd been told that too often not to know it. Even the faint battle scars that marred her skin seemed to only enhance her appeal to the opposite sex. However, she was not the typical palace miss looking for a husband and a future and the King needed to marry and beget an heir/heirs for the stability of the nation. She loved her job, more than the power and prestige that came with it, she was born to fight, of this she was sure. He knew this. Yet he pursued her and she reciprocated so eagerly it made her both wince and smirk simultaneously.

Their first kiss was completely unplanned yet thoroughly enjoyable. She's stopped by his study to update him about a rogue gang of thieves they were monitoring in Louen. He nodded, attentive and thoughtful during her update before declaring that they had to take action. The scoundrels were becoming a menace to the town's inhabitants, their antics growing more daring every time. This last attack on a small business owner left the proprietor's general store in ruins. A small matter really, compared to the much graver issues that required his attention but Erza supposed that was what made him Jellal. No subject was insignificant.

"Are you attending the press conference tonight?" he asked rising from his chair to walk over to her side. He meant to be a King that promoted total transparency regarding all royal affairs and so once a month he'd established these conferences that enabled the press to get frequent, current updates about the affairs of the state straight from the horse's mouth so to speak.

"Yes, although listening to them invent new ways of asking when you intend to get married does tend to become irritating." She replied.

He smiled in amusement and regarded her thoughtfully, "What do you think?"

"About what?" she frowned.

"About my marriage." He replied

She raised an elegant eyebrow, "It isn't my place to say."

"We're friends, friends give each other advice."

"Very well, choose one of these many women panting after you and that'll be the end of that." She responded dryly.

"I don't want a match of convenience."

"Kings rarely marry for any other reason. If you can forge an alliance or two out of it better still." She said bluntly.

He was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in, "Is that what marriage is to you? What about love or at least attraction?"

She hesitated…admittedly finding the concept of love to be trivial. She was raised among nobility and love wasn't exactly a requirement for anything really.

"Unnecessary." She answered eyeing him warily as he moved closer to her. That gorgeous, thick blue hair of his was falling into his eyes slightly; he was due for a haircut she thought absently.

"Really? I think it must be the first priority."

"It isn't essential to anything."

"And you think you could stand a marriage bed with no feeling between you?"

"Sex is just sex." She said decisively.

He stared at her unblinkingly and she met his gaze head on, her face titled up toward his, issuing a silent challenge.

Suddenly she felt his big, warm hands grip her generous hips, pulling her closer to his body, slowly, almost as if to give her the opportunity to refuse. She didn't.

His lips brushed over hers once, twice, their breaths mingling as their breathing rates gradually increased. She sighed impatiently as he kissed her chastely, lightly teasing her lower lip with a flick of his tongue. Her hands found their way up his sculpted abdomen and chest and into his blue locks tugging demandingly as she opened her mouth and let her tongue rub against his eagerly, coaxing him to play. He deepened the kiss in response, biting her lip softly before completely dominating her mouth with his. She moaned gratefully as he explored the slick, warm cavern of her mouth, her tongue fighting with his for dominance, slipping easily into the role of aggressor. She felt him smile against her lips before he sucked her tongue into his mouth and held it there effectively halting her power struggle and simultaneously making her go weak at the knees as he caressed the supple, pink muscle intimately with his own, rhythmically squeezing her hips. He leisurely broke the kiss and it ended with the loud, wet, and sensual squelch of parting lips after an exhilarating union. Her breath hitched as she opened her eyes to look up at him, a thin line of saliva connecting his now reddened lips to hers.

Jellal lowered his face to hers once more and welcoming more of his attentions she actually pouted as he simply licked her lips and then his own, slowly, as if savouring her taste before grinning slightly as he moved away. She felt like hugging herself at the loss of his warmth but of course she did no such thing.

"Love," he said stroking her cheek, "that's what makes a marriage worth it Erza. A happy marriage filled with love, that's what I want."

Were they still speaking generally or did the kiss make this personal? How could she deny their attraction to each other? They seemed to have crossed a line, denial was in vain. Still though, she wasn't the type of woman he needed and she refused to let her thoughts drift in the direction he implied.

She walked off with an irritated huff, her stride purposeful as always.

"I'll see you tonight." He said.

She paused as her mind searched for a reason to see him tonight other than to strip him naked and have her way with him. Oh right, the press conference…

"Right." She replied leaving without looking back, missing the triumphant grin on the King's face.

Erza recounted the memory with a slight shiver as she stripped off her clothes to take a quick shower in her bathroom. Whether her chill was due to her state of undress or the vivid memory she was unsure. She thought about his words, she assumed his fixation on things such as friendship and love stemmed from the time he'd spent in Earth Land with the Fairy Tail Guild. As much as she loathe to admit it they were truly a remarkable guild and their bonds of friendship gave them unimaginable strength. It wasn't as if such bonds were non-existent in Edolas, there was after all the Edolas Fairy Tail and they were overall the same. However, growing up among nobility, many of whom were corrupt, she'd seen "friends" all too eager to sell each other out for the right price and use their connections as a means to an end all in the name of acquiring more wealth and power. She'd seen sex used numerous times as nothing but a tool to advance one's agenda. The closest she came to having friends was Hughes and Sugarboy who occasionally dragged her out to a random bar to drink, getting so drunk she'd have to haul them back to the palace herself. But Jellal was different, he always had been and she supposed that his absence from his father's unethical court as a youth was for the best.

She quickly dried off and decided to give into her need to see him. She made her way stealthily to his chambers, easily avoiding his guards and slipping inside undetected. He clearly wasn't in yet for the night. With a wicked smirk she undressed and crawled unto his huge, heavenly bed nude. She settled back into his pillows to wait. She looked up at the high ornate ceiling with intricate carvings and an exquisite mural of the Royal City. She recalled looking up at it during their first sexual encounter, as he settled between her thighs and made her see stars…

She had practically ripped off his clothes within minutes. He wore finely tailored black pants and boots and a white tunic embroidered with gold threads that highlighted the green flecks in his brown eyes, looking every bit a King at a Dignitaries Dinner that night. As handsome as he looked those clothes were a nuisance at present as she proceeded to touch him in all the places she'd wanted to for so long now. His body was like that of an ancient Greek deity, so perfectly carved and sculpted. He groaned softly as she vigorously attacked his lips, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking the heated skin there. As she licked the spot on his neck her teeth had just abused, her hand tailing down through the line of blue curls on his lower abdomen to grip his erect manhood, she jumped with a surprised shriek as his hand came down to firmly slap her on the ass. The smack echoed throughout his bedroom.

She stared up at him in shock, quickly turning to irritation, "What the hell was that for!" she shouted as loudly as she could without being too loud. They didn't want his chamber guards to hear after all.

He began to undo the laces on the bodice of the long, skin tight violet dress she'd opted to wear tonight.

"Let's go slowly shall we?" he smiled that infuriatingly knowing smile. That smile that made her feel like he could see straight into her soul, "I want to remember every detail."

As the dress fell to pool around her feet and he beheld the glorious sight that was Erza Knightwalker in barely there lacy black underwear he chuckled at the row of daggers strapped around her creamy thigh.

"Always prepared," he murmured as he removed the weapons and caressed her inner thigh, enjoying her sigh of pleasure.

He removed her bra, the item of clothing joining her dress at her feet and looked into her eyes as he cupped her generous breasts, the flesh overflowing in his hands. She breathed in sharply as his fingers circled her areolas and teased the blushing pink rosy nipples to hardness.

"Jellal…" she whispered, squeezing his shoulders as he lightly pinched the stiffened buds that beckoned to him. She watched as his head lowered and gasped in delight as she felt the first strokes of his tongue against her nipples. She pulled him closer and he growled softly as his stiff erection pressed into her soft belly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he wetly suckled her nipples, the buds glinting alluringly with moisture every time she caught sight of them when he switched breasts.

He swallowed thickly as she began stroking him, their breaths mingling as they kissed deeply, tongues tangling in a web of passion. He moved her backwards and she slid unto the bed. He ran a finger teasingly down her flat belly, stopping at the edge of her underwear.

"You play too much." She scolded but the effect of her reprimand was ruined by her pushing her hips towards him in a silent plea.

"Oh? What would you have me do Erza?" he asked, kneeling on the plush carpet between her legs and kissing her inner thighs.

"Fuck me." She moaned as he ran a finger over her mound through her soaked underwear.

"All in good time." He smirked as he pulled her lacy panties off and spread her legs. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he feasted his eyes on her fully naked body for the first time.

"You are breathtaking Erza, truly perfect." Jellal whispered, his tone reverent.

They met each other's eyes silently for a moment, each smiling softly at the other.

Erza bit her knuckles as he suddenly swooped down and licked her swollen clit. Her other hand ran through his hair as his fingers spread her lower lips apart giving him greater access to the juicy red bud. She raised her hips as his tongue moved from her clit to her weeping entrance and back up, spreading her juices and driving her into a frenzy. Their harsh breathing sounded loud in the quiet room, as did the undeniably kinky sounds of his tongue moving through her wetness.

Her hips gyrated faster against his face and she almost lost her shit when he murmured, "Fuck… you taste so good," before plunging his tongue in again.

"Faster Jellal," she urged, trying to gain control of the situation.

He simply sat back and watched her as he slid his index finger into her torturously slow, building up the pace, moving another finger into her after a few minutes.

"Yes, oh, ahh! Ummm!" she exclaimed, her hips moving double time as he pumped his slick fingers steadily and quickly into her.

"Come for me Erza." He whispered just before his head lowered again and he nipped her clit softly.

"Ahhh!" She shivered violently, spasms racking her body as she came. She felt Jellal leisurely moving his fingers around inside of her and lapping up her flood of moisture. She looked up at that mural of the Royal City before slamming her eyes shut as her orgasm threatened to make her black out in its intensity.

As she lay like a lifeless doll enjoying the last strokes of Jellal's tongue against her centre, his chuckle broke through her fog as he stood, licking his lips and wiping his mouth.

He moved her to the center of the bed and again moved between her legs, gripping his throbbing cock. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out if he allowed her to stroke him, he was too worked up, hence the reason why he stopped her attempts. She could play with him later to her hearts' content. But for their first time, he wanted to release inside her.

Erza watched him align himself with her entrance. She was beginning to recover from the after effects of her mind blowing orgasm and reached down to rub her clit as he stroked his member against her entrance. He raised his eyes to hers and they stared at each other with mirror expressions of lust. She smirked as his eyes followed her hand as she wiped the pre cum from the tip of his penis and inserted her finger into her mouth, tasting him for the first time. He groaned low in his throat, the guttural sound satisfying her deeply.

"What are you waiting for?" she teased.

They both looked down as he pushed into her, her tight muscles clamping down on him immediately. They gasped in unison and Jellal covered her lips with his as he began to move in an age old rhythm.

Erza sighed as she snuggled deeper into his bed. He was her first. She'd told him so after as they lay in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow. He wasn't surprised in the least. There was no hymen as it had no doubt broken long ago sometime during the many physical activities she'd engaged in since childhood but she was still a virgin. She wasn't particularly fond of fooling around with men under her command and the ones outside the army that somewhat intrigued her never excited her enough to go all the way. Just her luck that the man to fulfill her needs, both sexually and otherwise, not only happened to be her King but the most sincere and noble human she'd ever encountered. He wanted a true marriage, one filled with love and laughter and of course children.

He wanted her. He loved her.

He'd made that clear on more than one occasion and as much as she insisted that she was not the woman for him, she couldn't bring herself to let him go. It wasn't just sex…she'd be a fool to think that now. How could she even think of being with another man after what she'd found with him?

But…Queen. She'd almost tripped over her own feet when he boldly told her she'd make the perfect queen. Was he insane? She was the opposite of everything a queen was supposed to embody. When she harshly told him so he simply replied that perhaps it was time for a different sort of queen. However, he let her sort through her thoughts and never pressured her to make a decision… at least not yet.

She wasn't aware that she'd dozed off until she felt a warm, muscular body press against hers, pulling her into an embrace.

She opened her eyes and came face to face with her King. She frowned and stated,

"You're late."

*Just a note, the words in Italics are the memories/flashbacks in case of any confusion.