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Lucy spent the next morning showering, making breakfast, and over-analyzing Laxus' intentions. It was a match so odd even she couldn't quite grasp its meaning.

Is he actually interested in me, or am I just a distraction? I mean, he's never shown any interest before. Not that it matters anyway because there's no way I care what Laxus Dreyar thinks of me…right?

If Master Makarov was king of Fairy Tail, Laxus was its prince (albeit a temporarily banished one…like Zuko!). He was a fair bit older than Lucy, and, honestly, she'd always thought that there must be something between him and Freed. Or Evergreen. Or Mira! She shuddered at the thought of Mira treating her as a love rival. Juvia was bad enough.

Just as she finished her breakfast a knock came from the front door—a clear sign it wasn't Natsu or Gray who could be depended upon to climb through the window of their own accord. She approached the door cautiously, as if afraid it might zap her (not out of the realm of possibility) and slowly unlocked and opened it. Anticlimactically there was no one there, but a small, gold package lay at her feet. She poked it nervously before picking it up at taking it back into the apartment. Inside was a long, black piece of fabric, a small vile of some powder, and a note.

"Blondie—I'll be coming by sometime after 8 this evening. You will unlock your front door, put on the blindfold (enclosed), and wait undressed sitting on the bed. Drink this powder before you leave for the guild this morning, and remember: don't touch yourself. Any deviance will result in punishment."

The note was signed with only a lightning bolt. Such a flare for dramatics. Lucy rolled her eyes and turned to the powder. It was a light lavender color and odorless. She worried what it would do but assumed Laxus would make sure it was safe, though why she trusted Laxus that much was another mystery. She poured it into a glass of water and chugged it down, thankful it wasn't too bitter. At last she grabbed her keys and whip and headed for the guild.

Halfway to the guild she found out what the powder did.

All of a sudden, she felt like a bitch in heat. Her core itched and tingled, seeking pleasurable relief and getting wetter by the second. Were it not for her formal upbringing and inbred sense of social propriety she would have been tempted to hump the first moving thing she saw, which (on this occasion) would have been a very distressed pigeon. The thought alone made her blush deeply in shame. She was in no state to go to the guild today, but though it was not explicitly written in the letter, she had a feeling Laxus would not be pleased with her hiding away. This was all part of his game. She also knew that if left alone she would be too tempted to touch herself, something she was told directly not to do. She didn't quite know what "punishment" meant, but coming from Laxus it sure sounded intimidating.

When she entered the guild her eyes quickly scanned for any sign of the lightning dragon slayer, but upon satisfyingly determining his absence moved to sit with Natsu and Erza, expending an abnormal amount of effort on simply walking to the table without moaning.

"Hey Luce!" he called as she walked over. Belatedly she realized he might be able to smell Laxus' scent on her and her arousal, but as he didn't mention anything she decided to act normally.

"What's that?" she asked casually, pointing to the flyer in Natsu's hand.

"We were thinking of going on a mission? You up for it?" Erza said.

"I dunno. I…uh...actually have something to do this evening," she replied. Rent would have to wait; she needed that key first. And she wasn't sure she could walk.

"Aw, c'mon Lucy! It's just in the next town, shouldn't take that long. What time do you have to be back?" Natsu asked.

"Well before eight."

"I'm sure we'll be back way before then," Erza said.

"Alright then, sure."

"What do you have to do anyway?" Natsu asked. It wasn't like Lucy to have plans and with a smell like that...

"I…er…have a date," she lied. Or was it a lie? She wasn't completely sure.

"A date? With who?" a voice behind her asked. She turned to see a scantily clad Gray with a cocked eyebrow behind her. In her current condition, he'd never look so hump-able.

"None of your business," Lucy said defensively, blushing brightly, pressing her thighs together, and trying to get the urge to tackle Gray out of her head. "So don't come bursting through my window like you always do. Same with you, Natsu!" she warned sternly.

The two mages muttered some kind of agreement before challenging each other to a fight, which was quickly quelled by Titania's glare. As the three of them argued, Lucy's attention was drawn to the large blonde who just entered the guild hall, flanked by the Raijinshuu. Laxus was talking to Freed about something, but sent a sly grin Lucy's direction, making eye contact for just a moment before continuing with the others to the bar.

"Let's go," Lucy said quickly, hoping to get out before Laxus could tell just how affected his little powder made her, though it was too late for that.

Team Natsu made their way to the door, Lucy trying to indiscreetly pull down her skirt while Gray and Natsu whispered insults at each other behind Erza's back. Already Lucy's knees were feeling weak, her whole body flushed. She was really, really horny.

"You feeling okay Luce?" Natsu asked concernedly. "You look a bit… pink." Luckily he didn't mention anything about the change in her scent she was fairly certain he could discern. Apparently he wasn't completely lacking in sensitivity and discretion as she'd imagined.

"You look pink," she teased back, ruffling his bright hair playfully before assuring him she was fine.

It was going to be a long day.

Lucy streaked through town from the train station towards her apartment as fast as her young debutante legs could carry her. Laxus is going to kill me! She should have been back hours ago, but naturally Natsu had to destroy something important and hold their entire journey up. She glanced at a street clock as she ran by: 8:02. Shit.

She flew up the stairs of her apartment to her room and frantically unlocked the door, looking every which way for any sign of a disgruntled dragon slayer. She entered the apartment half expecting to see him waiting for her inside, but there was no one to be seen anywhere. She let out a small sigh of relief and walked over to the window where she shut the curtains.

Without wasting any more time, she quickly stripped down and put on the blindfold. Despite the fact she was alone in the apartment, she still felt very self-conscious and awkward. Laxus sure was into some kinky stuff, though she had to admit it was a bit thrilling when it wasn't terrifying.

She clumsily trekked to the bed—I should have done this before I put the blindfold on…- and sat on the edge facing the door. With her sight gone all her other senses seemed to be working overtime, but in the silence of the night all she could hear was the rushing of blood in her ears and the distant lap of water on the canal walls. Every small creak made her heart race even faster as she anticipated the sound of the door opening. Her room wasn't cold by any means, but she shivered nonetheless and could feel light goose bumps rise on her arms and chest.

Once her hurried panic about being late calmed down, her overwhelming horniness made itself known again. The powder's effects were only slightly diminished over the course of the day, though perhaps that was just her getting used to the feeling. She rubbed her thighs against each other anxiously, with an undignified whimper she was glad no one could hear.

She sat like this for what felt like a lifetime.

Finally she began to feel quite ridiculous. I mean, she'd felt odd before but now she was certain she'd been made a fool of. After a moment of hesitation, she dared to peek under the blindfold only to be presented with her room as dark and empty as she remembered it to be before she'd put the stupid cloth over her eyes so many years ago. Through the darkness she could just make out the time on her clock: 10:30-something; not decades after all. Still, she'd been sitting there for hours with nothing to show but a dusting of goose bumps on her skin and an embarrassing wet spot where she was sitting.

Lucy was inclined to take off the blindfold entirely, slip on some pajamas, and head off to sleep (much needed after Natsu's earlier bullshit), yet a stronger part of her feared such disobedience would lose her the opportunity to acquire the key with minimal monetary losses. And she was hoping Laxus would show up and fuck her senseless. No I'm not! I have no interest in that brute, she lied to herself as her core throbbed.

After an agonizing internal struggle between her desire for key-acquisition and snoozes, she decided to slip the blindfold back down and wait a bit longer while hoping she didn't just fall asleep with her eyes covered—a real possibility at this point.

Another lifetime of waiting passed. Her senses continued to strain as they had before, searching so desperately for some sign of someone approaching that she was convinced she'd imagined at least half of everything she perceived, though the wanton moans of her landlady down the hall were too disturbing to be bred in her mind. She had no idea what time it was now and could feel herself slipping into blissful sleep, still sitting upright on the bed.

"You really are awful at this whole obedience thing." Laxus' deep voice rang through the room suddenly, making Lucy jump and squeal most unbecomingly. How had she not heard him enter when she had literally nothing else to do except listen for him? She realized at that point that she must have fallen asleep, though she had no recollection of the matter. Unsure of what to say, she kept quiet, which worked just as well as he began to speak again.

"First, you're five minutes late, something you should have fully anticipated when you set out with that dumb ash-brain for a mission. Then, you dare to directly disobey my orders and peek out of the blindfold; that would be strike two. And then you at last have the gall to fall asleep, strike three. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

Lucy honestly didn't mean to do it, but it was so late and she was so tired that… she yawned. She heard a low growl, prefaced by the shortest of chuckles, before large, rough hands pushed her back onto the bed making her gasp. She heard and felt the creak of the bed beneath her as Laxus strattled her. He smelled of lightning, if that makes any sense, which Lucy wasn't quite sure it did. Nothing really made sense anymore. She was so sleepy and horny, scared and excited, a little hungry, and her cunt nearly burned with a desire that bordered on pain.

"Am I boring you, blondie?" Laxus asked in a dangerously low voice.

"No," Lucy grinned. The sleepiness and desire took the edge off her fear leaving something resembling recklessness behind.

"No…?" Laxus led.

"No, sir," she responded, her voice as dripping with sarcasm was as her vagina was with other things.

"Cheeky." She could hear the smile on Laxus's lips. "I am going to have to punish you for this, you know."

"Yes, master," she said before stifling another yawn.

"In fact I think I'm going to have to punish you all night for your numerous offenses. Only good girls get to sleep." That gave Lucy pause as the word "punishment" once again reverberated in her head. She would just have to spend all of tomorrow sleeping. For now, she had to focus on minimizing whatever punishment Laxus had planned for her.

"Y-yes, sir," she replied with as little sarcasm as she could possibly manage and a sobriety lacking from her drowsy speech earlier.

Suddenly she felt his lips on her neck, surprisingly soft for a man so rough in every other aspect. He licked and sucked up her neck and jaw, back and forth, teasing her. If she thought the day had been long, it was going to be nothing compared to her night. Slowly she reached up and laced her fingers into Laxus's soft hair. Another soft trait, she thought. However, he quickly reached up and pinned her hands to the bed beside her head, tsking at her.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch me," he said sneeringly and she pouted. However, puckering her lips seemed to have the wrong effect as he hastily swooped down and devoured them. Those lips, which were feathers on her neck and jaw, lost all gentleness as they smashed against her own, prying her mouth open hungrily to make way for his eager tongue. His intense kiss sent a shiver down her neck and spine which travelled directly to her core like some sort of erotic telegram tapping Morse code straight into her clit. She couldn't touch him so she settled for playing along, wrestling his tongue down with her own in a battle of dominance and occasionally thrusting her hips up animalistically hoping to rub against something. Still blindfolded, she could only feel him smile against her lips as they continued their game, and soon she realized she was smiling too.

There's no way I'm actually interested in Laxus! she declared to herself, writing her current interest off as a side-effect of the powder she'd consumed though she knew that wasn't quite it.

Without warning, Laxus's lips were gone from her mouth leaving it feeling uncomfortably cool and empty. She felt something press against her bottom lip, wiping residual saliva off—his thumb. Then a shock, not quite painful, just unexpected, elicited a startled yelp from her. Laxus chuckled sadistically. She heard him shift his weight a bit before lifting her up by her waist and turning her so her head was on her pillows and he was perched above her. When she was settled, his hands smoothly transitioned from her waist to her well-developed breasts, teasing her already erect nipples. He shocked her again, this time on her pink buds, and she moaned.

"Laxus," she groaned, whether in pain or pleasure she couldn't quite tell as they were starting to become the same thing.

He rubbed his hips against her own, letting her feel how affected he was through his pants, which were becoming uncomfortably tight. That action elicited yet another moan and he dove down to suck on one of her nipples. Lucy tried to hold back her noises, but between her exhaustion and arousal couldn't find the ability to do the job properly. Laxus continued to tease her breasts, switching between electric tingles and tongue-lapping while Lucy groaned and gasped beneath him.

"Please…Laxus…"

"Hmm?" he grunted into her breast, the vibrations sending another jolt down to her core.

"M-master…please…Put it in…" Though utterly out of her mind, she had enough decency left to blush profusely at her demand, though not enough to revoke it outright. Laxus laughed at her desperation, making her blush even deeper.

"I guess that powder worked even better than I thought," he said.

"Wh-what was it?" Lucy gasped. Perhaps whatever she'd been feeling for Laxus really was just a delusion brought on by the mysterious substance, a thought that secretly made her a bit sad.

"An aphrodisiac concentrate I picked up from some magical vendor in a port town a few miles away. It just makes you really horny, though I'm sure you figured that out already," he laughed. The possibility that her growing interest in Laxus was a drugged effect still remained, but with no way to tell at the moment, Lucy decided to just go with it and sort out her feelings later.

"Now flip onto your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you," he demanded crudely, something Lucy found she didn't mind at all. She did as instructed, taking care not to hit her head on her bedframe she couldn't see, while she heard him removing the last of his clothing.

Without any preparation, he thrust himself into her, though as wet as she was additional lubrication was thoroughly unnecessary. Once fully sheathed, he stayed there for a moment so she could get used to his size, and bent over so his chest was hovering just above her back, grazing it with each inhale. He brushed her hair to the side so it hung by her face, and planted soft kisses along her neck and shoulders as he began slowly pumping into her, finding a natural rhythm. His sheer size made her moan unseemingly, arching her head back next to his as he hit her sensitive spot inside over and over again. He as well couldn't help but to let slip various grunts and groans as her warm insides tightened around him, sucking him in with each thrust. One hand moved to massage her breasts as he ground his hardness into her with increasing ferocity while the other strained to keep himself form crushing her.

"Lucy," he groaned into her neck, sucking hard and making a dark spot she was sure she'd have to cover with make up tomorrow.

He shifted again, standing upright on his knees and gripping her hips almost painfully as he repeatedly pulled out to the tip and slammed his large cock into her. Lucy silently prayed all of her neighbors were fast asleep because otherwise they were most certainly putting on a show. She moaned loudly as she neared her climax.

"L-Laxus!" He grunted in response.

"Me too," he said, thrusting into her with indecent haste.

"You can…nng… come inside…aah…ha…I have…m-medicine," she managed. "Laxus!" she cried, as she broke into a thousand pieces, shattering all over the bed. Distantly she heard him groan his release and felt his hot seed spurt into her. Both of them crashed onto the bed, breathing heavily, and Lucy was surprised to find herself still in one piece as her heart slowed its racing.

After lying there for a moment, she felt Laxus pull out and flip her onto her back where he unexpectedly thrust back into her as large as he was before, making her gasp in surprise. Suddenly he pulled the blindfold off. Lucy's eyes quickly adjusted to the dark room and she saw Laxus smiling down at her with odd affection before capturing her lips with his own and beginning his steady thrusting rhythm again.

They continued this pattern of unrelenting fuckery until the edge of the sky turned pink, making Lucy suspect she hadn't been the only one to ingest that aphrodisiac that day. By the time dawn was approaching, Lucy was convinced she would never walk again and instead spend the rest of her life sleeping. Her body was simultaneously numb and sore from the shocks, pain, and pleasure that had kept her up all night. When they finished for the last time, Lucy fell asleep before Laxus even had the chance to pull out. Laxus smiled down at her before going to clean himself off. He wiped her down with a cloth as well, gently cleansing her of their lewd activities before slipping them both into their underwear, snuggling against her back, and following her into dreamland.