Chapter 7
Erza sat at the window seat in her new chambers shared with the King. Peering out at the Royal Palace grounds and the Royal City beyond it, she was absorbed in her thoughts, reflecting on the day.
She was a wife and the Queen of Edolas. The weight of the golden, bejeweled crown that had rested on her elaborately styled red tresses as she'd knelt at the feet of the Archbishop certainly confirmed that fact. She'd risen to take the reassuring hand of her husband and King, the flecks of green in his shining eyes highlighted by the exquisite golden splendour of his own larger crown. In matching shades of white and gold they'd exited the Cathedral to rousing cheers from the people of Edolas who had lined the streets as they entered the waiting horse drawn carriage.
She was honestly shocked at enormous show of support, outside the palace walls, for their union. After all, she was not a traditional choice for Queen as she'd so often told Jellal. According to Cary, she'd apparently enjoyed great renown amongst the citizens during her time as the fairy hunter, but her very public role in rebuilding a magic free Edolas had gained their respect. Perhaps the population was ready for a different type of Queen, not that they'd had one in the last twenty plus years since Jellal's mother had passed away. In any event she was grateful. She was fiercely loyal to Edolas and it appeared that Edolas returned the sentiment.
She turned to look at Jellal as he emerged from their huge bathroom, drying his hair, wearing only a pair of long, white cotton sleeping pants. He'd fully recuperated from the attempt on his life in the past two weeks, regaining full control of his body. He'd even agreed to let her temporarily re-work his typical fitness routine to incorporate some physiotherapy that would aid his recovery. She'd recently learned that he was surprisingly (and adorably) pedantic about his daily training so it was a miracle really that he'd let her intervene. She watched him do a fascinating number of reps of each exercise every morning over the past two weeks and now fully understood how he maintained that body with so little time to spare during the day. She had a feeling that he usually did more but was pacing himself due to being in recovery mode. Nevertheless, she found herself pressing her thighs together and squirming in her seat every time she observed him. From the knowing looks he would aim in her direction every once in a while, she had a feeling he was quite aware of just how much he was turning her on.
He'd banished former Council Members Keates and Arasaid from Edolas and had simply kissed her cheek while calling her a "blood- thirsty little thing" when she insisted that they be drawn and quartered or at the very least hanged. She would just have to accept that her husband was infinitely forgiving but she was not. She would monitor their movements for the rest of their lives lest they try to cause harm to the Crown again. After proving to be completely unrepentant Lila was ordered to spend the rest of her days in a convent situated in a remote part of the Royal City. She would be heavily guarded at all times yet free to roam only the convent in service to the nuns who resided there. After much deliberation, they'd allowed Katie to return to her family in Sycca. She had clearly been manipulated and possessed a kind and loving heart. It was also taken into consideration that her confession had in fact allowed the perpetrators to be brought to justice.
Jellal had offered a stunned Theodore the opportunity to attend the Royal City University to study medicine, funding provided by the state. He was to live at the palace as an assistant to the elderly Sir Zidelow and eventually assume the position of palace physician if he so desired. He had graciously accepted after gaping for almost a full five minutes. He was set to marry Kristina the following month and they would take up residence in the palace soon after. Kristina had informed her parents that she was engaged to Theodore without informing them about his newfound position. As she had anticipated they were worried about how he would provide for her but much to her surprise and joy they'd seemed more concerned about ensuring that she was happy. She had allowed Theodore to speak to her parents himself about the recent events and his newfound status. Needless to say they were more than satisfied about their only daughter's future well-being.
Appointing a Chief of Staff remained a thorn in their sides until the last minute before the wedding. They had asked the current Captains if they would be interested but as tempting as the position was it was a lot to take on and in the end they all opted to retain their current positions. Erza had eventually recommended Christopher Winthrop, one of the soldiers from the first division who was about to retire on his 65th birthday. He had grown up in the palace where his mother had worked as a maid and served as a soldier since the age of 18 years old. His knowledge of court matters and etiquette coupled with his experience in the army made him the perfect candidate and he had happily accepted. It was anticipated that Coco would then be old enough to assume all the duties of Chief of Staff when Winthrop was no longer able to perform them.
Jellal discarded the towel he was using for his hair and caught sight of her, his eyes sweeping her body slowly and appreciatively.
"That's…nice." He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing noticeably and his eyes widening at the sight of his stunning wife's choice of outfit.
She confidently stood with a smirk, which only widened as she looked down and observed his immediate physical reaction to her. Mission accomplished. Their wedding and her coronation today had only occurred two weeks after the assassination attempt and they hadn't been intimate at all during that time. Preparations for this day, dealing with their prisoners and ensuring his total recovery left them completely exhausted at the end of each night.
For the element of surprise she'd showered and changed in one of the smaller bedrooms of their quarters. Her new ladies-in-waiting were all young women of various ages. They'd been selected by a panel comprised of herself, Cary and Coco after which they were brought up to speed on their duties by Cary. They'd laid out the most unexciting, uninspiring, simple white shift nightgown she'd ever seen. She'd dutifully donned it and dismissed them after they'd insisted on brushing her damp hair to gleaming perfection. Rolling her eyes she removed the ridiculous gown that screamed virgin and pulled out her own selection for her wedding night.
Her white underwear consisted of a lacy, snug strapless brazier that lifted her generous breasts like a pagan offering to the gods and a matching lacy white thong that she'd had a fantastic time modelling for herself in the mirror. They peeked through the lace patterned, sheer, flowing, floor length white dressing gown she'd donned over them. Pleased with her appearance she'd pushed her hair off her shoulders and headed to their bedroom to wait for her husband.
"Just nice?" she asked walking up to him. His breath visibly hitched as she ran her fingers softly down his muscled chest and abdomen to play with the blue treasure trail that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
He grinned down at her mischievously and she yelped as he suddenly lifted her bridal style and laid her on their massive bed. Seriously she'd expected opulence, they were the King and Queen, but their new quarters and everything in it was at least twice the size of his old chambers. Well, she did appreciate the mural of the Royal City on the ceiling…
She leaned up on her side as he walked over to a cabinet and retrieved something before walking slowly around the room.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, looking at him quizzically.
"Lighting candles my love."
"Why?" as far as she could tell the lighting in the room was fine. Why was he stalling?
"I am creating the perfect atmosphere for romance." He stated, lighting another.
"Romance?" she repeated with a slight frown, as if the idea was completely foreign.
She looked around the room and indeed there were candles everywhere, dozens of them. He must have set them out beforehand. He extinguished the lamps as he went along and gradually the room was enveloped in a soft, sensual, golden glow.
"Have I given you that little romance Erza?" he asked, lighting the last of the candles and turning to look at her. She was briefly mesmerized by his gorgeous eyes as they glowed in the candle light. Really, it should be criminal for a man to be that beautiful…handsome wasn't quite adequate to describe Jellal's features.
"Well as hot as they may be, stolen moments on random nights doesn't leave time for much else except getting straight to it." She replied as he slowly approached her with an intensity burning in his eyes that she'd never quite seen before.
She took a deep breath as he moved onto the bed, settling next to her and propping himself up on his elbow. Why did she suddenly feel nervous? It wasn't like this was their first time…but it felt different.
She almost whimpered as he finally leaned down and kissed her lips slowly and thoroughly, completely unhurried. She gripped his shoulders as he dipped his tongue teasingly between her lips before he withdrew. Her head lifted off the pillow in an attempt to reclaim his lips.
"That may have been true," he agreed, moving his warm palm slowly over her bare stomach.
She sighed at the caress; he must have opened her dressing gown during the kiss.
"But now you're mine." he continued firmly, no hint of teasing at all in his face or in his voice. She nodded mutely; she would pose no argument there.
"And I am yours, and we have all night, every night together, for the rest of our lives." He finished.
She gasped as he used one finger to pull down the right cup of her bra, exposing her ample breast to his hungry gaze. She moaned his name, jerking slightly as she watched his wet tongue slide over her stiff nipple repeatedly. She breathed in deeply as he looked up at her, his tongue still working its magic as they kept eye contact. She tightly gripped his shoulder as he held the pink bud between his teeth, watching her face contort in pleasure as he nipped it sharply, then sucked the abused flesh softly.
"You're killing me." She moaned, watching his fingers squeeze the slick nipple he had just abandoned to focus his attention on the other. He was clearly the one in control tonight, no question. It wasn't that he hadn't been aggressive in bed before but this was a different kind of aggression. Sealing the deal between them today had apparently triggered his possessive instincts…not that she minded at all. She was his for the taking.
"I haven't even begun yet." He smiled.
How would she later describe what followed his words? Could she even describe it? He didn't leave an inch of her skin untouched, he worshipped her body in the most extensive session of foreplay they'd ever had and she could feel her ascent to the heavens inching closer and closer.
He was just as breathless as she was when he finally addressed the aching need between her trembling thighs. Her clothes long discarded, she gripped the silky gold sheets tightly as his mouth hovered over her.
Only when she looked down and met his eyes did he slowly slide his tongue into her soaked entrance, in and out, before licking through her folds to her clit, the tip of his tongue spreading her abundant juices generously over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her toes curled into the sheets and she nodded in total submission to him as he uttered one word.
"Watch."
And watch she did as he literally feasted on her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy multiple times only to deny her.
"Jellal, please!" she pleaded after the fourth time he had skilfully averted her release.
Seeming to have had enough himself, she watched him kneel and quickly manoeuvre out of his pants. His thick erection was a deep shade of red, ram rod straight and straining for relief. She licked her lips almost unconsciously, instinctively about to reach out and take care of his obvious discomfort.
She didn't have a chance to move before he was hooking her knees over his shoulders as he leaned forward, effectively keeping her thighs apart and her hips raised to receive him. She was completely open and at his mercy. She felt the tip of him pushing into her just before he paused. No, no!
"Jellal!" she moaned, gritting her teeth. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. How she would love to tie him to the bed and ride him until they were both satisfied but her husband was physically stronger than herself, infuriatingly so when he chose to put his strength to good use, and he was rather determined to keep her exactly where she was.
"Say you're mine Erza, I want to hear it." He breathed into her neck, making her shiver.
"I'm yours! All yours!" she quickly conceded, moving her hips in a not so subtle invitation.
"Again, louder." He demanded.
"I'm Yours!" she yelled, "Ahhh!" she cried out as he plunged deeply into her in one swift stroke.
Had they ever tried this position? No, she would have definitely remembered. He was so deep inside her, filling her so completely. She came almost immediately with a strangled cry. That prolonged foreplay had been her undoing. She moaned as he kept driving into her insistently, his features tense as her muscles rhythmically clamped down on his erection.
Her eyes snapped up to his as she felt herself cresting again. Good grief what was this? Was sex elevated when the parties involved knew that they were unquestionably committed to each other for the long haul? Well, whatever it was she liked it.
"Don't stop, don't stop." She chanted, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.
He groaned, watching her fingers manipulate the now dark pink buds. He shut his eyes as he almost released, the visual stimulation was too much. He wouldn't last much longer, it was a miracle he'd kept it together as long as he had as pent up as he had been. It had literally been a month of controlling his urges when he was near her. Circumstances and time simply didn't permit sexual indulgence. Her outfit tonight had almost sent him over the edge right then and there and he knew he had to take control and slow the pace lest their first encounter of the night end prematurely on his account.
He slid his hand between their sweaty bodies and found her swollen clit, rubbing it almost desperately.
"Erza," he groaned thrusting harder.
"I'm close." She moaned, correctly interpreting his plea, "so close."
Her nails dug into his arms and she shuddered as she toppled over the edge again, her thighs shaking uncontrollably on top of his broad shoulders.
Jellal buried his face in her neck, his loud, almost painful gasp muffled as he followed soon after her, the frantic pace of his hips slowing as he pumped into her welcoming depths. She kissed his sweaty cheek lovingly as his essence filled her, warming her insides. She had never given that too much thought before, but how could she not now that she had ceased any form of birth control.
He eventually let her legs down and pulled out of her gently, rolling to ly on his back next to her. Their panting was somewhat loud in the quiet room. As their breathing gradually evened out they turned at the same time to look at each other with identical grins.
"Holy shit Erza." He marvelled.
"Right?" She immediately replied, "my legs are still bloody shaking."
He had thoroughly made love to her. Had she ever seriously understood the meaning of making love before tonight? It had never been just sex between them but the intensity of tonight almost damn near killed her…and from the looks of it him as well.
She pushed her hair off her wet forehead as he pulled her into his side, kissing her nose.
"You'll wear this again right?" he asked indicating the items of her scattered lingerie.
"Sure, but I have others that you might enjoy even more." She laughed and kissed him as his eyes widened in innocent fascination.
"I still can't believe you're finally my wife." He smiled, a smile of absolute contentment.
"Well I am and you're stuck with me for better or for worse." She teased, poking him in the ribs, "but I figure if anyone can deal with me on the days I'm at my worst it's you."
He chuckled and pulled her on top of him, kissing her soundly. Nothing in the world could have made him happier. As he ran his hand down her lower back and over her behind his mind drifted back to the night that she was drunk and he was left with a hard on to rival all hard ons. He suddenly sat up and left her lying on her stomach. She raised an eyebrow as he positioned a pillow under her hips, tilting her ass perfectly upwards.
"We have unfinished business from the night before the ball my Queen." He stated, lightly smacking a plump, creamy globe. Her eyes immediately lit up as she caught his meaning. She rolled her hips, shifting her ass coyly towards him in welcome, biting her lower lip in anticipation. He really should dub her his BDSM Queen. He chuckled at the outrageous thought.
"Do your worst my King."
The night was far from over.
EPILOGUE
1 year later…
Erza stood at the window of one of the smaller bedrooms of her and Jellal's chambers observing the soldiers of the second division on the training grounds. She was watching her replacement, Captain Lucas Turner, lead mid-morning drills. He was quite young, almost 27 but he was the son of the deceased General Cane Turner, the only other man to hold the position of General besides Erza's own father. Generals were the highest rank in the army and were only selected in times of war but the position had become mostly obsolete as four Captains had proven to be adequate in times of strife as well as peace. Their fathers were actually Generals at the same time and she knew Lucas well, grew up with him and trained with him frequently. He was tall, trim, blonde and too damn arrogant for her taste but he was an excellent soldier and leader. She frowned as she watched him. Dammit he was excellent. Not that she would have recommended anyone subpar but it did irritate her just a little to see someone else performing her former job and very well at that.
Due to her present condition, she couldn't even perform her current job, which to her surprise she had actually grown to enjoy. Traveling all across Edolas with or without the King was commonplace. Schools, universities, hospitals, companies, she'd visited at least one of these locations at least twice a week in the past year all in the interest of assessing how they could be made more efficient. One of the rooms in their chambers had become in essence a storage room for some of their favourite gifts received from the people of Edolas on these trips. She honestly never in her life imagined that she could sit through a kindergarten dance recital but it wasn't half bad and she couldn't help but be delighted when dozens of tiny bodies swarmed her in a group hug. The children were obviously fascinated by her (they'd probably only seen a Queen in their story books) and she'd told their teachers it was fine, let them all approach and satisfy their curiosity. She was glad her husband wasn't present to see her in all her maternal glory. She didn't even know she possessed the ability to fuss over so many infants at once nor did she think she would love it so much.
Her favourite thing to do was visit various orphanages around Edolas. Due to their convenient location she often ended up at the ones within the Royal City when she had some free time. There were quite a number of older children between 10 and 16 who were less likely to be adopted and would simply have to find their own path in the world when it was time for them to leave. She didn't know what she would have done when her own father died had she not been a soldier.
Hence her brainchild had been formed. She'd organised at least three days in the week where the children would be placed with various vendors and merchants in an attempt to assist them to develop different skill sets and to help them find something they enjoyed doing. In this way, they wouldn't leave the orphanage without connections to the outside world and they would have a chance for a decent future. She was biased towards the ones who enjoyed spending time training with the army, that was her area of expertise after all. Five boys between the ages of 12 and 15 and two girls aged 12 and 16 had made the decision to join the army in the past year and were now residing in the barracks. She enjoyed checking in on them, often accompanied by Jellal when he was free. They both agreed to establish similar programs all around Edolas.
Those were the more pleasant aspects of the job but it wasn't all seeing to underprivileged children and planning Royal Garden Parties. Ensuring the financial stability of Edolas after the loss of magic was a constant battle and continued to be but things were far better than they were two years ago. Meetings with foreign delegations, negotiating trade deals and updating archaic legislation that the former King failed to address often had them crawling into bed and barely whispering good night before they were out for the count. It was even more demanding than she'd thought it would be but there was no one else she'd rather be doing it with.
"Erza?"
"Shit!" she swore softly under her breath. What was Jellal doing back here so soon? He was supposed to be overseeing a criminal legislative reform symposium with local judges and magistrates of the Royal City.
She quickly moved around the bed, well as quickly as she could, and threw back the covers, settling in and pulling them over her a second before her husband opened the door.
"Hi." She smiled angelically.
Jellal raised an eyebrow at his wife's suspicious behaviour as he walked over to the bed, sitting on the side.
"You were out of bed." He stated. It wasn't a question.
Of course he would know, she was usually resting in their bedroom, not other rooms in their quarters.
"Just for a bit." She admitted guiltily, "I'm so bored." She groaned sinking down and pulling the covers over her head.
Jellal laughed at his wife's antics and pulled the covers back down.
"I know, but it should only be a few more days now." He grinned delightedly running his hand soothingly over her extremely pregnant belly. They both grinned as the imprint of a tiny foot thumped against his hand as if in reply. Eight months and two weeks pregnant to be exact.
"I still think constant bed rest is a bit extreme Jellal. I'm perfectly healthy. My ladies keep checking in to make sure I'm in bed, they take their jobs way too seriously." Erza all but pouted.
"I know, but such is the life of the Queen," He smiled patiently, playing with a few wavy strands of her fiery locks, "And you could use the rest love."
Apparently a period of confinement in the final weeks of pregnancy was tradition for the Queen of Edolas. Edolas was without a Queen for such a long time that Erza tended to get away with shirking some of the more severely outdated duties and rituals. However, they, inclusive of herself, the King and the Council thought that the people would thrive on the excitement of an official announcement that the Queen would be entering confinement. It would signal the fact that the heir to the throne of Edolas would be making his/her appearance in just a few short weeks. To say that they were right would be an understatement. The streets were buzzing with excitement (or so she'd been told) and The Royal City Press had even begun an official countdown every day to her due date.
The nursery was already prepared all in neutral colours as they'd opted not to know the sex until the birth. Two middle aged nursemaids with impressive resumes had already been selected. The baby would be staying in their chambers for at least the first year.
"Urghh, I'm so huge," she moaned, her chocolate brown eyes staring woefully down at her belly which now always made an appearance into a room before she did.
"You've never been more gorgeous." Jellal replied with absolute sincerity. His wife made quite the pregnant beauty as anyone would readily attest. Not that she would believe them.
"You'd better think so, you made me this way." She smirked as he kissed her hand, "What happened to the symposium carded for this today?"
"Well it turns out that all the magistrates car pooled and the vehicle broke down. So the judges are currently in one of the sitting rooms enjoying refreshments while we wait for them to arrive." Jellal answered.
"So you have at least an hour?" she questioned.
"I do." He replied, his eyes widening as she begun unbuttoning her silky maternity pyjama shirt.
"Erza." He groaned, "I…we can't…not now" His eyes were glued to her chest and his lips parted as her voluptuous bare breasts were unveiled. Pregnancy was a beautiful, beautiful thing.
"Yes we can and I suggest you start undressing unless you want to exit this room in extremely wrinkled clothing." She replied shimmying out of her pants and underwear. She had grilled a blushing Theodore (whose own wife was two months pregnant) about every possible way to speed up labour and the most convenient one was indeed sex. Her husband certainly didn't mind, it was a win- win situation for all wasn't it? She loved her baby but she really wanted her body back.
Jellal took one look at his naked wife and with a quick nod he rose to lock the door before carefully removing his clothes and making his way back over to her. She sat up on the side of the bed and kissed his stomach, licking his skin teasingly before taking him into her mouth. Jellal shivered as her warm mouth enveloped his already semi-engorged member. He slid his hands into that heavy fall of silky red hair, enjoying the way her tongue expertly stroked him to aching hardness. His hands left her hair and moved down to cup her heavy breasts, enlarged and even more sensitive due to her pregnant state. Her moan vibrated through him pleasantly as his thumbs slid gently against her nipples.
She lay back panting heavily, raising her legs to rest at the edge of the bed as he stood between her thighs, assisting her into a comfortable position. His fingers stroked her sex, finding her already wet. He slid two fingers smoothly into her.
"Good?" he asked, referring to her position as she shifted slightly.
"So good." She sighed, her eyes closed. He laughed, she was most definitely referring to the stimulation she was receiving.
He removed his slick fingers and leaned over her to briefly kiss her lips,
"I love you." he whispered in her ear.
"I love you too." She readily replied, giving him a searing kiss as she returned the sentiment.
He returned to his position standing between her thighs and entered her slowly. As she gasped his name he grinned, kissing her distended belly lovingly.
This was his own slice of heaven. He could hardly believe this was his life and not someone else's. He had the woman of his dreams by his side forever and they were about to embark on arguably their greatest challenge together yet, parenthood. It would be an adventure like no other and he would relish every minute of it.
END
And that's all she wrote folks! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
Oh and I forgot to mention that I decided to make Jellal's tattoo a birthmark in this story, just because it's never been explained how he got it. His character is based on Sieghart from Rave Master and it's not explained there either if I remember correctly. I read/watched Rave Master when I was a kid so forgive my foggy memory. Anyway, Jellal in all his incarnations had that tattoo/brand since childhood and I wonder sometimes, if it is a tattoo, did it hurt him to get it? I mean, who would do that to a little kid and why? Not that it doesn't add to his good looks but still. I hope Hiro explains this at some point but it's doubtful.
Question: Is anyone else dying to know what the deal is between Erza Scarlet and Eileen/Irene Belserion? I am! I'm going to look back at this note and know that I ended this fic at Fairy Tail Chapter 491 XD
