So much for getting this done over the weekend . . . The long weekend at home proved to be troublesome and fulfilling all at the same time. Only 2 more chapters to go! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
They had entered the third pocket, an eerie silence had fallen over the two of them. Cobra wasn't entirely sure how to broach the subject of Lucy being his mate, plus he'd been stumbling over his dang words ever since he figured it out. His stupid forking dragon wasn't helping things either. Kept staring at her ash and tits while coming up the most delicious ways to have her moaning in pleasure. The issue was that he was constantly thinking of Gramps in a man thong to deflate his hard-on.
Lucy was walking a couple of steps ahead of him, wrapped in her own thoughts that she was broadcasting to him. He figured that she was in so deep that she wasn't cognizant of the fact they were in a pocket or that he was three feet behind her. He knew he should say something when her thoughts took a turn about whether or not she'd done something wrong, replaying the last day over in a loop in her head.
"Tink, stop that forking train of thought," he managed to get out without stumbling over his words. "Something happened in the last pocket that has seriously thrown me." The truth, he wasn't one to lie but he sure as shot was not ready to talk to her about mates. Heck, he wasn't even sure he knew what the process was. Only bolt face was mated to bookworm, they weren't exactly friendly. They tolerated one another in public, helped each other when the guild was in danger and that was it. Maybe scarface would have an idea about all of this?
"Are you okay?" The concern in her voice had him feeling awful about not being able to say anything, yet.
"Right as forking rain." She smirked, walking with an extra bounce in her step. She was easy to keep happy, but would she want him to be the one who kept her happy forever? What would happen if she decided that she didn't want him? He froze. He hadn't even considered what he'd do if she turned him down. How did a dragon cope with something like that? He knew that there was only ever one mate destined for each slayer but no-one had even thought about what happened if a mate said no.
He had such a shotty past. Was a slave in the tower of heaven, worked under Brain who beat and manipulated them, to being in jail, to following one of Midnight's stupid forking plans, landing his ash back in jail, joining the wandering blueberry, and finally settling in Fairy Tail with the Thunder Legion. He killed, maimed, and tortured people the majority of his life. Did he really deserve someone as pure and light as Lucy? He looked over a Lucy leaning over a turquoise flower with yellow veins and a dark purple center, smelling it deeply. He'd never seen a flower like that in his life, panic shot through him.
"Lucy! Step away from that flower, right forking now!" She looked over at him, a haze filled her chocolate eyes, dulling them to a muddy hue. "Fork!" He caught her before she passed out. He grabbed the flower, shoved it in his pants pocket before taking off on the yellow brick road. There should be a house here soon, there always was when shot seemed to be going down in these dang pockets. He turned and bend, thanking Mavis for the now present cottage that presented itself. He kicked open the door, placed her on the couch before wetting a rag and placing it over her forehead. He grabbed the flower, taking a slight sniff of it to figure out what the effects were, how long an antidote would take to go through her system, how many times he'd have to administer it, and if it was lethal.
His blood drained from his face, racing to his cock that was now fully awake and erect. Well, fork! It was chock-full of lust hormones. Creating the antitode would be easy, but with how much she inhaled it would take two to three treatments to be out of her system. There was no way to tell how this would affect her which made him slightly nervous. They were in a pocket where sexual acts were forbidden, each only had three chances before they were booted out in hopes that another team figured it out.
He was royally forked!
"Ugh. Why is my head pounding?" Lucy sat up, hand rubbing her forehead to try to ease the pain. Her eyes landed on Cobra and that's when she felt it. A burning heat rushing throughout her entire system landing at the apex between her thighs. Her breasts felt heavier and confined within her bra, while an ache nestled itself in the pit of her stomach. Lucy rubbed her legs together, trying to relieve herself from the throbbing need she was feeling. Her hands cupped her breasts, massaging them gently as she sighed from the feeling.
Cobra stared. Blinked. Stared some more.
Of forking course, this couldn't happen out in the real world where he would have been free to help her with her needs. Oh no. They had to be forking trapped in a forking pocket where sexual acts were forbidden. He had to keep an eye on her so that she didn't leave the one bedroom cottage and screw some random nudist in the vicinity because that would have been his dang luck.
He took a large whiff of the flower and started working on the antidote. He had to physically turn his body around so he could see Lucy feeling herself up. The sounds she was making wasn't forking helping him, nor were the metal imagines she was conjuring up of his face between her legs. He was so forking hard!
"Erik, oh Erik. Why don't you join me?" Her breathy voice reached his ears as his hands gripped the wooden table. Her soul was calling out to him, begging him to fulfill her desires, to complete her. His nails dug into the wood as he tried focusing in the antidote, pushing everything else as far out of his mind as he possibly could. His eyes bugged.
How the fork was going to forking administer the forking antidote with her all hyped up on a forking lust flower?
It needed to enter the bloodstream and if he was lucky enough it would knock her out before the second bout of lust kicked into full gear. Give him some time to come up with a game plan. He'd need to bite a pulse point, her wrist would be the best decision in his mind. Anything else would cause him to stray, potentially trapping them in this stupid ash world.
He grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist several times. He was enjoying watching her sigh from such a simple act before he sunk his fangs into her skin. He shouldn't have been thrilled as she arched her back or the way she moaned his name as her hand traveled from one large breast down her stomach. His free hand caught her wandering one, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if she started finger forking herself in front of him. Thankfully her body stilled, falling into a peaceful state.
How much forking time would he have before she woke?
He pulled a blanket over her body before he stepped through the door to the bathroom, turning the water on for an ice cold shower. Rubbing one out was not an option this time and, unfortunately, thinking vulgar things about Gramps was not forking helping him anymore. Cobra despised being cold. Truly and utterly hated it, but this was his only option. Stripping quickly he jumped under the frigid waters, teeth chattering in impact but it only took a few moments for his cock to deflate.
She seriously forking owed him after this bull shot!
One more pocket to make it through then they were home free. Back to a world where he fully planned on telling Lucy, she was his mate before forking her senseless for days. Back to a world where the word fork meant a utensil and he could properly swear again. He'd figure out a way to deal with her team, his team, and the entire forking guild when they crossed that dang bridge. He laid down on the bed, closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. Who knew what would happen when she woke and if he'd have to administer more of his antidote to her. He kept an ear out for when she awoke next.
Three hours had passed by before Lucy started to stir, causing Cobra to shoot up in the bed while listening intently. He listened to her get some water, go to the bathroom, and pick up a book from the shelf before settling back under the blanket on the couch. Did he venture out? Would she react if he just stayed away from her? Well at least he didn't have to take a pish right now but some water would be great. Oh well, it wasn't worth the potential issue that may arise from Lucy's current situation.
He was allotted twenty-two minutes of peace before her breath hitched. Fork his life!
Cobra could hear the shuffling of the blanket and maybe clothes? Lucy was a blank canvas right now, so he couldn't hear a single thing. What was she doing . . . alone . . . on the couch? Ugh, so much for not getting a forking erection the second time around. He heard her heartbeat increase but no other noise so far, so he decided to take a peek around the door. Lucy's body was mostly obscured by the couch and before he could stop himself he asked, "Whatcha reading, Tink?"
"Grain of Time. It's about a time traveler who is only allowed to see the love of his life twice a year for twenty-four hours each meeting." She looked over at him, eyes already lusted over. "Should I read you the current passage?" Cobra nodded his head, internally smacking himself for falling into that trap.
"The woman lay naked on hotel's luscious king bed, watching as her lover stripped before her. Pressing her legs together, to relieve the pressure that was already building. Six months was far too long in between their meetings, but boy did her lover ever make up for it. They had to set a time limit to their bedroom fun otherwise they'd never talk about their time apart, which they were both eager to know. She was lost in her thoughts when a nip to the inside of her thigh brought her out. She looked down at the devious smirk on his handsome rugged face. He kissed his way up the inside her thigh, passed her quivering womanhood, dipped his tongue in her navel, then finally latched onto one of her pert nipples."
"Tink," he voice had an odd edge to it as she looked up at him. "You need to stop. We can't risk forking up this pocket because we got hot and heavy too fast."
"But Cobra," Lucy purred as she stood up from the couch, revealing that she'd lost her shirt and shorts. Standing before him in a dark purple lace bra and matching thong he felt his mouth go dry. "I've been such a good girl for so long. Surely you've heard my thoughts about you the last few days. Know how sexy I think you are. Know of all the things I want to try with you."
He couldn't deny it, because what she said was true. He heard everything that she had come up with; good, bad, or otherwise. He jumped when he felt her tongue trace the shell of his pointed ear, his eye closed as he just took in the feeling. She placed a hand underneath his shirts, spreading her fingers across the expanse of his abs, licking her lips. Lucy was slightly put off that he wasn't responding back by touching her, but she was a determined woman. She grabbed his hand, kissing the inside of his wrist like he had done to her earlier. He sucked in a sharp breath, eye opening wide as he watched her lips slowly move across his wrist. She brought his other hand to her breast, he could feel her nipple pebble on impact as she moaned slightly.
That was his undoing.
He pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips hungrily as his one hand tangled in her long blonde locks and the other massaged her large breast. Lucy moaned into the kiss giving him the access he needed to slip his tongue in and taste her. He placed a knee between her thighs, forcing her to grind against the fabric of his pants. Pants that were too forking restricting at that moment. He moved to his lips down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, heading for a pink nipple when he was suddenly thrown from her to the other side of the room.
He looked over at her, slightly confused and wondering if one of her spirits had done something. That's when he saw it, the red X above her head and one above his own. Looks like they both crossed the physical boundary line in the pocket, he growled at his misfortune. He walked over to her, grabbed her wrist and sunk his fangs into it. He gave her another potent shot of the antidote, not willing to have to go through this a third forking time.
She fell asleep in his arms. He looked over at the couch, to the bedroom door, and back to the couch. Sighing he scooped her petite frame up, taking her to the bed. Hopefully, snuggling wasn't against the dang pocket's rules because he needed something to calm his dragon down. His boner would go away eventually, but the feeling of not having her in his arms again . . . well, that just wasn't happening right now. He'd deal with her freaking out when they woke, but for now, he'd take this rare opportunity to cuddle.
He couldn't forking wait sink more than his fangs into her soft flesh.
