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Chapter 2
The cool night air sent goosebumps up the backs of Lucy's bare arms causing the blonde to tighten them to her body, pushing up her ample chest to coming dangerously close to spilling out of her ridiculously tiny dress. She heard a low rumble of a laugh before the warm heavy weight of his worn leather jacket settled around her shoulders, earning the tall Seith Mage beside her another beaming smile.
Cozying herself deeper into the scent of cedar-wood and soft-leather, she eyed Bickslow before a soft 'oh' left her lips. Genuine curiosity filled her soft voice, "Where are your babies this evening? I don't think I've ever seen you without them before."
Blinking at the blonde walking next to him, his eyes glowed dimly with bright green light before she felt movement from the many pockets of the coat wrapped around her curvy frame. Opening her arms wide, she released the wooden totems that held the souls of his five babies. Her honeyed orbs sparkled with delight as they floated and tumbled around her. Giving each a careful pat and a sweet 'hello' before the smallest of them floated and nuzzled itself into her chest.
Wrapping her arms around the wooden doll, she cooed softly, "Oh Mavis, you are the cutest thing I have ever seen." Turning to meet the surprised wide red eyes belonging to the Seith Mage at her side, "Do they have names?"
Clearing his throat of the lump that had formed at the sincerity of Lucy's sweetly-spoken words, and he smiled brightly at her before rattling off their names, each giving a little flip as their respective name was called, "That's Mama, this is Mimi, over there is Momo, the big one is Papa and the one whose taken a shining to you is Muu. He's the youngest soul I have and usually tends to not be very social."
Hugging the littlest totem tightly, she furrowed her brow cutely, "You don't seem anti-social to me, Muu."
He laughed at the easy way she had accepted his souls, like they weren't taboo for him to have in the first place.
After lifting her head to take in her surroundings, she realized she recognized absolutely none of the buildings around her. As if sensing the panic rising from her, Bickslow put a hand on the small of her back re-assuredly before smoothly speaking, "Don't worry Cosplayer, my place is just up ahead."
Nodding her head quickly, she mused to herself, "Right, that would make sense." Rubbing her face on the smooth wood of the totem under her chin, she cooed teasingly, "Unless Bickslow had plans to murder me and hide my body in some random back alley," earning a deep, booming laugh from the mage beside her.
His voice dipped dangerously low, "The things I have planned for your body are geared more towards pleasure than pain, unless of course, you're into that sort of thing," tongue lolling from his mouth.
Lucy's head having cleared from the brisk air of the night, turned to meet his beautiful gaze before tilting her head to side and putting a dainty finger to her lips in mock-thought, "Who knows Bix, I might just be into that if you were one holding the whip," before mimicking his actions and letting her tongue fall from her mouth.
Images of the Celestial Mage tied to the posts of massive bed, completely bare to him as he whipped the white flesh of her ass, red marks littering her cheeks flashed through his mind, tightening the unyielding fabric of his jeans painfully. "Fuck, Cosplayer, you're something else."
She laughed mirthfully as he turned them through the wrought-iron gate in front of an impressive brownstone townhouse before pulling his keys from the inside pocket of his jacket, the back of his hand skimming her nipple lightly through the thin fabric over her dress. A soft moan escaped her lips at the brief contact, before he pushed open the dark mahogany door and leading her inside inside.
Muu flew from her grasp and joined the other totems who disappeared up the staircase, as Lucy took in the interior of his house. The very clearly masculine decor screamed 'bachelor' as she took in the sleek lines and dark mahogany accents that were a staple throughout the open layout. Her voice full of wonder as he led her towards the black granite bar in the center of his modern kitchen, "Damn, Bickslow, you're house is gorgeous."
Pulling two small glass tumblers from one of his many cabinets and grabbing a bottle of whiskey, the male looked around the space before shrugging, "Ever did most of the decorating. I don't really spend a lot of time here."
Owlish orbs blinking at his words, her voice came out a little shocked, "Why not? I would easily curl up in front of your massive fireplace, in the corner of your massive couch and spend the day curled up reading until I melted into the incredibly soft, I'm only guessing but by the looks of it, incredibly soft leather."
Beckoning her to walk with him back into the living room, he chuckled at the beautiful blonde's words, "My door is definitely always open for you, Cosplayer, melt to your hearts content."
Bickslow placed the two glasses on the low coffee table before sitting on his leather sofa and pouring them both a healthy amount of amber liquor, and leaning back, arm carelessly thrown over the back his couch. Lucy slid the heavy weight from her shoulders, laying it over the back of a deep green luxurious-looking armchair, before filling the space at the Seith Mages side and taking a sip from her tumbler. She placed the glass back on the glass topped table with a quiet 'tink'.
"Look-"
"I hope-"
They both spoke at the same time, before Bickslow laughed nervously and gestured for Lucy to go ahead. She took a deep breath steeling her nerves, she grabbed a handful of his blue hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss, her lips melding over his still-lips perfectly. Catching on quickly, he grabbed her plump hips and pulled her into his lap, simultaneously deepening their kiss and earning him a shocked 'oh' in response. Never one for missing an opportunity, his tongue quickly darted into her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth before tangling with her tongue.
Lucy adjusted herself so she was straddling his lap, breaking the kiss so a needy moan could leave her lips as his calloused hands gripped the flesh at her hips and pressed her into his fully-hardened member. Breathing out between pants, Lucy's voice came out more demanding than she wanted, "Bedroom, Bix. Now."
Wasting no time, he tightened his grip and lifted them off the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist as she sucked on the skin of his neck. Carrying her effortlessly up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, he toed off his heavy boots before laying her across his king-sized mattress. Lucy propped herself up on her elbows as she watched Bickslow pull the black t-shirt over his head, drinking in the sight of his tanned washboard abs before he was pushing her back onto the black comforter, his knee pressed into her lace covered core. His deep voice turned husky in her ear, "How much do you like this dress?"
Pulling back from him questioningly, eyes narrowed in confusion at the random question, "Not even a little, why?"
The tearing of fabric filled the room as a gasp fell from her swollen lips. She pulled at the strip of cloth at her neck until she felt the fabric give and she tossed the remains of her dress off the bed, leaving her clad in only a black lacy thong.
Hooking her hand into the waistband of his jeans, she pulled Bickslow closer to work at the button before he backed off the bed to push his pants down, taking his boxers with them. Lucy's thighs clenched together at the sight of the sheer size of his rock-hard length.
He smirked at the little blondes reaction to his body. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he crawled over her body and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, flicking the nub with his tongue while his other hand pinched her other nipple. Her back arched off the mattress at his actions, before tangling her hands into the blue of his mohawk. Leaving a train of hot, opened mouth kisses along the toned muscles of her stomach, he looked up to take in the sight of her, chest heaving, rosy peaks pebbled and bouncing at her heavy breathing, as forced her half-lidded as to meet his hungry gaze that sparkled with mischief before tearing through the thin lace of her panties and diving into her dripping folds mercilessly tongue-fucking her and rubbing tight circles over her clit.
Her loud moans filled the bedroom, the coil that had been tightening form the moment her pressed into her at the club, snapped harshly into a white-hot light behind her eyelids when he pinched her clit just shy of painful. Before her orgasm had reached its peak, Bickslow had lined his aching cock into her core and slammed into welcoming heat, a scream of his name burst from deep within her chest. Pistoning in and out of her roughly, she felt a second-orgasm building low in her abdomen. Wanton need told hold in her before she cried out, "Please, Bix, I'm gonna cum, don't stop."
Lucy let out a groan of disappointment when he left her body, just as her limbs started quivering on the cusp of sweet electric tingles of release. Instead, she felt his rough hands deftly flip her body over. The soft feel of his cottony bedspread rubbing against her too sensitive nipples causing a throaty sharp moan to leave her lips and her back to angle harshly. She could feel the hard length of him sliding over her folds as he leaned his broad shoulders over her, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear as his husky voice dipped low, "I want to see you writhe, Cosplayer. Can you do that for me?" He dipped his hips into her, pressing his thick cock into her only a few inches, earning another throaty moan from the blonde. "Say it, Lucy. I want to hear you say it."
She pressed her cheek into the mattress, whimpering, "Please, Bickslow. God, yes."
She felt the quick sting of his hard slap on her ass leaving a large angry hand print on her smooth creamy ass. Wincing at the pain, it sent a steep wave of arousal through her lower abdomen, the muscles of her pussy tightening. Her hand reached behind her to grab his meaty thighs, digging her nails into the skin, leaving red-blotted half moons in their wake, her voice husky and demanding, "Fuck me, please, just-", Bickslow drove himself into her shivering core, she could feel the smooth tip of him hitting her cervix, the ache from it clamping her around him like a vice. Pulling from her slowly before driving back into her, the slow pulling and hard slam of his hips filled the room with the sounds of sweat-slicked skin slapping against each other rhythmically. He pulled her back to be flush with his rippling chest, changing the angle to hit the sweet spot inside her with every stroke. The rough pads of his index finger and thumbs pinched at her darkened peaks while massaging soft flesh of her mounds, Lucy's breath caught at a hard squeeze and the second coil tightened painfully in her stomach, her legs were trembling at the slow-building tension throughout her muscles, blinding her as her back arched away from him. She screamed his name as loud as her lungs would allow, thighs clenching around him as she rode out the waves from his cock with each, hard thrust.
Feeling his own orgasm tightening his balls, his pelvis bone hit hers once, twice before her nails dug into his neck and she threw her head back, a mind-blowing flash of tense pleasure ripped through her body, toes-curling as her walls clamped down on his cock, his hot cum shot into her as her body milked him of every last shot.
Her nerves were still raw as he kissed the sensitive skin of her throat, breathy moan spilling from her lips as she bucked into his softening member. "Fuck, Bix."
Chuckling at her barely spoken, he rolled out of her before laying beside her flushed curves. He pulled the heavy cotton of his comforter over their naked bodies after Lucy hitched one of her legs over his hips and pressed a chaste kiss to his chest before laying her head on the hard muscle. Her voice a breathy whisper through the heavy heaves of her chest, "Goodnight sex-god." Tangling a hand into her now-loose golden curls, Bickslow laughed as he pulled her further into his embrace, "Night, Kitten."
