"Giving up yet, Freed?" Mira panted with a small grin on her lips as she looked down at the green-haired male and moved with certainty, not holding back one bit.

"Not at all!" Oh no, not when he heard the raggedness in her ever so sweet voice and felt how her hips jerked out of the rhythm every once in a while. But goddammit, she was doing it so well. He loved to watching her mesmerizing body move while she was riding him, he loved when she did this to him. It was stealing his rational thinking and for once he didn't feel the need to complain.

Freed's hands found their way to the barmaid's hips feeling her smooth skin beneath his palms and giving another soft grunt of pleasure. It had been clear from the beginning that Mirajane didn't plan on showing him any mercy but he refused to lose here! Sneakily his right hand moved up in order to palm one of her breasts gently, eyes closing briefly when he witnessed the soft moan his gesture educed from her before he let his hands drop further down, let it stroke along her stomach and lower.

Trying to concentrate on Mira's panting sounds, telling him just how close to her orgasm she really was but so was he, he managed to show a teensy smirk the moment his fingers felt the small bundle of nerves he had been aiming for and when he began to stroke it deliberately Mirajane couldn't help but moan out a little louder feeling how utter pleasure closed in. This devil! That's what she thought though at the same time it felt way too heavenly for her to complain for real and still, she too refused to give in first!

Meeting the rune mage's eyes she bit down on her lower lip and went for a rhythm that was a bit faster than her previous one, her palms resting on his chest as she lifted and lowered herself onto him over and over again.

It was a mess of ragged breathing, heat claiming the air around them, the will to win this game but also the want of experiencing this incredible high again and eventually it was Freed who succumbed to the pleasure first, much to Mira's satisfaction.

His hips thrust up in a frantic manner and she heard him groaning her name in his deep and lust-filled voice as he came and god did it feel good to have won this little game and finally be allowed to give in as well, Freed's last thrusts throwing her over the edge and her head tilting back in the sweet pleasure she had been waiting for.