Author's Note: *clap clap clap clap clap*
Again, I want everyone to keep in mind that this fic is RATED M for a reason. That reason being this chapter. And maybe later chapters, too. ;3c
The comments I got on the last chapter had me giggling like a idiot as I read them. I honestly didn't think the reviews on that last chapter would be too great but holy crap. I thank you all for the support you've given both me and this story! However, I will have to announce that I will be away until after Halloween, so the next chapter will not be posted until November Second. I hope you guys can bare with me until then!
I love this holiday so much and really wanted to do something for it but I'm not even going to be online to do something. Ugh. Just my luck.
Anywho, I hope this smut will tide you sinners over until I can come back to post again!
Enough of all of that nonsense. Here we go!
The Mating Process
Rogue sighed heavily as he opened the door to his house. He hadn't spent a night away from Frosch in a long time, but it didn't seem like that mattered at all to the spirit. Whatever it was Lucy needed to talk about made him both nervous and curious. He had just unintentionally released all of his pent up frustrations on people he considered to be friends. It didn't leave a pleasant feeling behind, either. No, she was the one who told him to tell them... But... She never told him to yell at them the way that he did. These were friends. Friends. And he probably made them feel like the worst beings alive.
Good.
He sighed again and kicked the door shut before removing his shoes.
Lucy's scent was strong- very strong. There was no need to look up and see her standing there when he could smell her and hear her heartbeat... A new wave of guilt washed over him at this. He didn't deserve her, nor did he deserve her trust. At the very least, she wasn't the one who got yelled at. That didn't mean she was going to be any less upset with him, though.
"Ryos?"
That one sound. That one sound that simultaneously made him feel better and worse at the same time. His heart stuttered and he wasn't sure if it was out of fear of what she might say or from the sound of his name falling from her lips so perfectly. Finally, red eyes lifted to meet brown and a soft whimper left his throat.
He walked forward slowly before pulling her into a tight embrace. Her arms wrapped around him and the feeling of one of her hands rubbing his back only served to make him feel even more guilty. He powered through it, though, trying to keep his tears at bay. He had to tell her himself. If someone else told her, she was going to leave him for sure... But if he told her himself, then maybe- just maybe- he'd be able to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness. Maybe. Oh, god, the last thing he wanted was to be the cause of her grief.
"Dear, what's wrong?" she asked in a hushed tone.
He bit his lower lip and dropped his nose to rest atop her head as it lay against his shoulder. "Not right now."
She nodded and continued to rub his back soothingly, trying to let him know that she was there for him. It didn't work too well, though, as he seemed wholly preoccupied by his own thoughts. Whatever had him upset had her wanting to punch it in the face. And her punches were no joking matter anymore. A deep inhale by Lucy- as she basked in his dark-wine scent- was what finally had him realizing that he couldn't lose her. No matter what, he couldn't do it. If that meant telling her and then getting on his knees to ask for forgiveness then fuck his pride. He'd do it in a heart beat.
He bent a little and lifted her up, one arm around her shoulders and the other in the bend of her knees. The exact way any princess would deserve to be carried. And, without further hesitation, he carried her off into their room.
Their room.
While Rogue thought he had no room to be happy at the moment, those two words had a small sliver of hope filling his heart.
"Ryos, are you okay?" she asked as he sat her down on the bed.
He shook his head, placing his forehead against hers and staring into her deep chocolate eyes. He hated the look of worry filling them, oh damn did he hate it. Simply because that worry was for him. It was misplaced and that's what was the most upsetting. His own red eyes showed nothing but sadness and regret, though, so in Lucy's mind the panic in her heart was completely justified. Anyone would be worried if the one they loved showed nothing but sadness.
"I love you," he whispered, leaning down a little further to place a kiss on her cheek.
She blinked twice, thoroughly confused, but nodded nonetheless. "And I love you."
He bit his lower lip again and pulled away from her to strip himself of his outerwear: waist guard, cloak, sword and neck piece. When he was dressed solely in his gray long sleeved shirt and black pants he returned to her side, crawling up on the bed a little ways away from her. Lucy carefully sat criss-cross and pulled him down, letting his head rest on her lap. Her hands went to play with his hair, the black silken threads falling between her small and dainty fingers so naturally. She mentally made a note to steal his shampoo and conditioner when she next took a bath- hopefully tomorrow morning. Right now, however, there was a dragon slayer that needed her help.
"Tell me when you want to, my dragon," she said softly, a smile lifting her lips. "I'll be right here for you."
Another whimper came from him and he shut his eyes tightly. He was certain she wouldn't stay by his side when she found out what exactly he did. "I... I'm so sorry..." he breathed out.
Her brows furrowed, instantly thinking he was suffering from Future Rogue's memories again. "Dear, there's no reason-"
"There is, Lucy," he interrupted. His red eyes were filled with tears and it broke her heart to see it.
She inhaled shakily and nodded. "Then tell me about it."
His sharp canine left his mouth to worry the flesh of his bottom lip- much in the way she wanted to bite that same lip. But she had to ignore her desires. That could be saved for tomorrow. Or after the eclipse. She didn't want him to start hurting like Laxus and Gajeel did and, honestly, she felt ready for him. She had been for over five months now- not that she ever even realized it. However, that didn't matter in the moment. What mattered were the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
When the first tear fell, she diligently leaned down to kiss it away, which brought a rather cute blush to his cheeks.
"I.. I failed you," he whispered.
Her brows furrowed but a soft smile soon took the place of a confused look. "Dear, if you forgot to tell them, we can always wait and tell them later-"
"No, no. I... I told them.. But.." He took a shaky breath and reached up to place his hand on her cheek. She nuzzled against his hand and leaned into his touch, still dutifully playing with his hair. "Promise... Promise me you won't run right away..?"
She let out a small laugh and nodded. "Of course. I promised you that first night I stayed here with you that I wasn't going anywhere and I don't break my promises."
His ruby eyes widened in remembrance and they watered more, causing another two tears to fall. Both tears she kissed away.
"You're too good for this world," he said, a saddened smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
She giggled and shook her head. "No, dear, if you want to meet someone too good for this world you should look in a mirror. Or talk to Frosch."
He gave a wet chuckle and nodded at her statement, agreeing fully. Rogue then cleared his throat and closed his eyes, not daring to look at her as he explained his reasoning for feeling so terrible. His hand fell from her cheek. I yelled at them. I yelled at your closest friends and made.. I made them cry with how angry I was.."
Lucy's hands stilled in his hair and her body went rigid. Panic gripped at his heart so strongly that he was certain he was going to start hyperventilating. He bit his lower lip harder and tried to focus on anything other than how still she was, but it wasn't working. In his panic, he couldn't even smell her naturally relaxing scent.
"Ryos," she whispered. "Look at me."
He shook his head, refusing to see the disappointment in her eyes.
He heard her huff and the next thing he felt was her lips against his. Her soft, plush lips pressing so lightly against his own that he wasn't even sure they actually touched. "Look at me, dear," she breathed out against his lips before placing another gentle kiss to them.
He whimpered a little and opened his eyes, finding hers lined with tears. That panic turned to straight terror in that moment. Making her cry was the last fucking thing he wanted to do. However, he looked at her eyes a little more deeply and found that they weren't filled with anything negative at all. If anything, she seemed to be crying out of happiness, but he wouldn't let himself believe that. No. He had to be sure. "Why... Wh-Why are you-"
"Thank you," she said so softly even he had to strain to hear her.
In her eyes, and in her heart, the reason he went off on them was because he hated how she cried. Because he cared for her and loved her, he didn't want her to hurt and he wanted to turn a blade to anyone who hurt her- intentionally or not. While this was definitely the reason he did that, she wasn't about to ask him. She just wanted to believe.
"B-But... I hurt your friends-"
"Protecting me," she rushed out to interrupt him. "You were protecting me and my feelings. That means... That means the world to me."
His hand came up to hold her cheek again. Now, he found that he was the one brushing away her tears. How the hell she could bring him from almost having a panic attack to smiling like an idiot for making her this happy, he didn't know. "I honestly can't explain how much I love you."
She gave a wet laugh and shook her head. "If you love me, you'll give me a proper kiss already."
He nodded and released his hand from her cheek to prop himself up on his elbows. Even if they weren't eye-to-eye (think of a Spiderman Kiss), their lips were still like magnets drawn to one another. When their lips met it was soft, hesitant, and gentle. Not that Lucy didn't like it, it just wasn't exactly what she wanted. She wanted that dominance he showed before Gajeel so rudely interrupted them.
Then again, with that kind of a kiss, she was pretty sure Sting and Yukino would have interrupted them eventually.
He pulled back from her and looked up, a small smile lifting his lips. "Are you sure you're not upset with me?"
A snort of a laugh came from her as she rolled her eyes. "Please. Natsu always saw me almost like an item too delicate to be broken and protected me in battle but... I've honestly never had someone that stood beside me and still protected me like you did tonight," she trailed off in a whisper, her brown eyes sparkling in their own unseen light. "I could never be mad at you, especially if you did something like that."
He smiled wider and kissed her again, a little more forceful this time but still innocent.
An idea came into her head. If the dragon slayers really did like a woman who could dominate them in the bed...
Lucy growled and moved her lips, taking note of the small shiver that raced through Rogue at the sound. His lips began slowly moving against hers as well, not caring that it was sloppy from the way they weren't both facing the same direction. Yet, somehow- in a way she was certain only Rogue would be able to do- the kiss was still innocent. She huffed through her nose and just as he was about to pull away (probably to ask her what was wrong) she dragged her bottom lip over his top lip. He froze the moment she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it none too gently before pulling away from him fully.
"That's not the kiss I want, Ryos~" Her voice was teasing yet tempting, husky yet airy.
Rogue's immediate response was a growl.
He lifted himself to turn around and give her a proper kiss (and not have an awkward make out session that he definitely wanted to instigate) but he was shoved down as he was turning. His head hit his pillows- that smelled wonderfully like their mixed scents- and he found that he was laying flat on his stomach. Just as he went to push up and turn back to her, he felt her straddle his waist. And holy shit did it take everything within his power to sit still. She was sitting on his ass and the feeling of her small yet nimble fingers rubbing up his back made him feel like the room was about fifty degrees too hot.
"L-Lucy..?"
"Shhhh," she shushed. She let her fingers travel the delicious expanse of his back selfishly and bit her lower lip as she did so. "You're still tense," she cooed out, "let me help you."
"That's not the reason I'm tense." His words were honest and his tone was strained. She has been teasing and testing him since the first morning he saw her in nothing more than his shirt.
A giggle bloomed from her and she leaned over him, her hands sliding up underneath his shirt to feel his back without that barrier. Her breath was suddenly at his ear and another shudder wracked through his body. With her sitting on him, she obviously felt it and that only embarrassed the shadow mage more. "Come on, baby, tell me why you're tense then~"
Her words, their position, and her breath lingering so close to his ear... Everything about this moment seemed to come together to get a response from his slowly hardening length. "Y-You know why I'm tense.."
"Oh, I do?" she asked teasingly.
His red eyes went wide and an unhindered moan slipped from his mouth the moment the cartilage of his ear was pulled between her teeth. The light yet firm pressure applied to the flesh sent a delightful tingle straight from his ear to his groin. He firmly set his jaw, grinding his teeth together in an attempt to remain calm and fight the vixen on his back. She was in control, which meant she controlled just how far they went. No matter how much he wanted to flip them and make her scream his name repeatedly, he wouldn't. If she didn't want to go too far, he would stop and she needed to be in control for that.
"Ryooos," she whispered. He felt his shirt bunching up by his arms and knew that she took advantage of his hazy moment to nearly strip him. "This is in my way. I want it off."
"Yes, my princess," he answered breathlessly.
Her brown eyes widened. She watched in a daze as he pulled his shirt off without moving much from his position, but his scrumptious torso wasn't the cause of her shock. Her thighs clenched a little around his hips and she bit her lower lip. If she thought his moan was audio-sex worthy then holy shit. While she absolutely disliked the way her spirits called her that, there was something about the way Rogue said it... Maybe it was the way the two words left on a breath and maybe it was just him. Either way, she knew she was going to file that away for later.
Her hands went back to exploring his muscles, feeling over every scar and groove, every natural pull and every tense spot. She leaned down again, using more of her weight to massage a knot just below his right shoulder. Even if she was indulging herself without guilt- and even if she was enjoying teasing him- her original plan was this. A massage for him. He was too tense- and not just from what she was doing to him, either. As she slowly worked the knot out of his system, she noticed his breathing even out again.
Oh no.
She smirked.
That wasn't going to fly.
Once the knot was gone, and he seemed fully relaxed, she pressed herself against him. Even with her breasts against his upper back, he still seemed relaxed. Her brows pulled together and she thought over her options- her hands never stopping in the mean time. Her brown eyes were met with his bare shoulders and his neck and oh there was that option. Her hands traveled down his back, between their bodies, and found another knot near the base of his spine. She had to be careful around this one, since it was so close to his spine, but she was still going to have her fun.
Her lips descended on his shoulder and he froze.
Lucy knew- oh, she knew- how he could feel her smirk against his skin. She pulled back just enough to lick his flesh and she felt another shudder course through him. Again, she was still easily working out the knot in his back.
"You're such a little vixen," he said, his tone strained again.
She giggled and blew on the wet skin. "That's not how you're supposed to address me," she teased.
He caught on quickly and the second she started to pull completely away from him, he rushed his apology out. "I'm sorry, my princess."
"Much better." Lucy licked her lips before bringing them back to his ear. "Now, I have a request."
The knot was finally gone when he shuddered again. "A-Anything you want, my princess."
She hummed in approval and sat back up on his ass, not missing the desperate whimper that left his throat. "I'm going to keep having fun with your back," to prove her point, she massaged a little harder around his ribs, "and while I have my fun, I want you to explain what being your mate means to you." Not that he could see it, but she shifted her hands away from his back to take care of... Something... before flinging that material behind her somewhere.
He nodded, agreeing with her request, and she was pressing her front against him again as she continued to give him the massage of the century.
The massage that had him straining against his boxers.
"As my mate, you become the center of my world. Everything I do, everything I say, everywhere I go... It will always be for you in some way, shape or form. You'll never leave my mind- like you haven't since our interview. My goal in life will be to protect you, to hold you, and to keep you happy- no matter what you ask of me, if it will make you happy, I'll do it."
Lucy felt her heart flutter in response to his words and she bit her lips. No. He wasn't supposed to be making her feel like this when he spoke. She was supposed to make him lose control of his words. She lowered her face to rest her nose in the crook of his neck, placing soft closed-mouth kisses there. He took a shaky inhale of breath and she placed another closed mouth kiss there in a small showing that he needed to continue.
"Your life will be connected to mine, just like your soul will be. You feel sadness, I feel sadness. You die, I die. Protecting you is my top priority not because I'm protecting myself but because you are my life. You can use my maa-ahh," his words trailed off into a moan.
He was cut off. Not by her words, but by her actions.
She had bit down on his neck, lavishing the area with her tongue and sucking harshly on the area. He was shaking in his attempt to keep from pinning her down and ravaging her body, and he was certain she knew that. The light pain that came from how hard she bit coupled with how hard she was sucking made his spine tingle. He was damn near painfully hard and she was only making his struggle worse. She was marking him, and holy shit that thought stirred him on even more.
But, she pulled away with a pop. "Excuse you?"
"Y-Yes..?" he stuttered out.
"You're supposed to be telling me about what mating means, dear," she licked the bruised area. "I told you I would have my fun and you would tell me about it. Is that not what I said?"
"I-It is, my princess... I-I'm sorry..."
She peppered open mouthed kisses across his neck and shoulders. She then bit on his jawline and had him growling in pleasure as a response. "Don't apologize. Continue."
He never thought her bold enough to bite his jaw- or leave a hickey there. But, she was full of surprises. He could smell her arousal, as well, and he was in pain. He was so hard it fucking hurt but hot damn he wasn't about to tell her to stop. "U-Uh.. You can use my- fuck- magic if you need to and it will come n-naturally... I-If you ever get hurt, I'll be able to- haaa, shit..- to know exactly where you are.."
All while he was talking, she had left a hickey not only on his jawline, but also made a line of them down his neck to his shoulder.
"So you'd do anything to keep me happy?" she asked, amusement in her voice.
"Yes, my princess," his answer was so immediate and solid it threw her for a loop.
Lucy pulled away from him, her hands still running up and down his back lightly. "Then," she lifted herself off of him but still straddled him one knee on either side of his hips, "roll over and look at me."
He was hesitant- she could see that- and she was correct in assuming that it had to do with his arousal. But, he didn't fight her and rolled over complacently. And the hiss that came from between his clenched teeth was music to her ears when she sat back down on it. His hard length pressed against the warmth of her core and he clamped his eyes shut, trying to find at least one shred of control to cling to.
"Ryos, look at me."
He lifted his hands to grab onto the mahogany headboard. Once his grip was tight enough to alleviate some of the attention his cock was demanding, he looked up at the woman teasing him so badly. Her eyes were lidded, the rich milk chocolate of her eyes were so darkened with lust that they nearly looked black, and he noticed in the time she was on his back, she had taken her bra off without removing her- well, his- shirt.
How the fuck did she do that?!
Wide red eyes looked from where he could see her nipples through the white shirt to her face again. His jaw was slack and she seemed to take amusement in that.
Lucy used her fingers to travel up his chest- the same way she initially did his back- and those same fingers clasped onto his chin. She shifted his head to the side, obviously admiring the hickeys she had placed along the left side of his throat. "I have two more requests."
He nodded as she used her fingers holding his chin to force him to look back at her. He didn't trust his voice at all.
"The first," she said, "is you worship my body tonight." Her tone had dropped at the latter half of the sentence and the growl that came from his throat was desperate. He unintentionally bucked his hips up at the mere thought of being able to do as he wished... To leave her body writhing in pleasure from his hands...
His mind went blank the moment that soft moan left her lips on a breath.
Holy shit.
"A-And the second?" He was barely able to keep himself back at this point. She somehow knew that pinning and holding him down the way she did would turn him on more than anything. Whether intentional or not, the tone of voice she was taking with him only added to his aching arousal. She marked him with hickeys and bite marks. She gave him the promise of doing what he wanted while still somehow managing to maintain control and dominance. And her moan was something he would fight to the death to hear again.
He heard the wood in the headboard crack under the pressure of his grip.
She locked her eyes with his and his breathing stalled. "Mark me."
He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't hold back.
Rogue sat up and flipped her on her back. Worship her body. Oh, his inner dragon roared in delight when he thought about that but now that it was actually going to happen, he knew without a doubt that he would never be able to control himself around her. Her brown eyes watched him like a hawk as he loomed over her and he felt his magic licking at his skin. She should have looked away. She should have flinched in fear. Instead, she met his gaze with confidence.
"Do your worst, my dragon."
The growl that left his lips was feral, possessive, and far too aggressive for anyone to consider it a sound of pleasure. He was aware of that. But when the scent of her arousal only got stronger... Well that threw him for a loop. He restrained himself a little to gaze into her eyes to force out a few more words. "It'll hurt you..."
"I know," she whispered in return, "Mira, Levy and Lisanna warned me. Levy's hurt the worst because it was iron, but yours... Yukino said Sting's-"
He growled and dipped his head to bite and suck at the tender flesh of her neck, forcing a rather haughty moan from to fall from her lips. "Don't talk about other dragon slayers right now," he warned as he pulled back from her neck for the slightest moment.
"I'm ready, Ryos."
He grabbed her hands, placing a kiss to each of her palms before slowly kissing his way up her left arm. Oh, hell yes he left two or three- more like seven- hickeys in his wake. She whimpered and writhed beneath him as he paid that same attention to her right arm, this time only leaving three hickeys behind. Their lips locked together and their tongues met in a dance that felt ancient. There was no fight for dominance as Lucy and Rogue seemed to match one another so perfectly. Their teeth gnashed together only once after she bit on his lip again, which pulled a moan from them both.
"You've been testing me since you first wore my shirt, Lucy," he stated in a low tone.
With his hands playing with the hem of her shirt, he watched the blush on her cheeks become worse. Her thighs rubbed together and he felt a little sadistic when he forced them apart to sit himself between them. His nostrils flared and he groaned low in his throat. He attacked her neck again, his teeth biting the flesh there and his tongue laving and lapping at the area without mercy. After he was certain a bite mark- not the mark, not that just yet- would be left behind, he kissed up to her ear to whisper to her.
"You smell delicious, my princess."
She groaned out in excitement and pleasure as his words seemed to shoot straight to her core. Stars, she knew she was wet- she could feel it on her thighs, for fuck's sake. But the carnal lust and hunger in his voice only seemed to make her wetter- if possible.
He pulled back from her, a wicked smirk lifting the corners of his mouth in a manner that, again, had her whimpering in anticipation of his actions. "You're going to be marked from head to toe, Lucy. I hope you're ready for that," he growled out, as his hands grabbed at the heel of her foot.
She winced, hoping like hell he didn't have a foot fetish and sighed in ease as his kisses and biting started at her left ankle instead of her foot. She wasn't about to make that remark to him, though. He left another trail of hickeys up both of her calves to her knees, where both times, he stopped. His hands went to his shirt on her and, as much as he enjoyed the view of her laying beneath him in his shirt with no bra, it needed to come off. When he started lifting it up her person, she tried to sit up and help him, but his hands held her down.
His rough, calloused hands traveled firmly up her thighs, under her shirt without moving it much at all... He was going too slow for her liking, but she wasn't going to tell him to hurry. No matter how much she was aching for him to speed up. The whimper that left her was almost inaudible. Those torturous hands slowly raked their way up her torso, over her stomach and she squirmed again. So close...
His hands stalled.
He smirked that wicked smirk again. "Did you want something?"
She glared weakly at him. Just as she took a breath to probably yell at him for stopping before he got to her breasts, he dove down and bit the area next to her nipple none too gently through the shirt. She arched her back, as though trying to force more of her mound into his mouth. The moan that left her mouth was loud, desperate, and stirred his inner beast. For a brief moment, as he lashed his tongue out to tease her left nipple through the cotton fabric, he had an epiphany. No one had ever pleased his inner beast as much as his dragon- or himself. That darkness that he feared within himself was sated by her noises, simultaneously calmed and roused by her body.
He moaned around her flesh as he sucked on her breast through the shirt, which drew a rather loud whine from her lips. "St-Stop teasing me!"
Lucy groaned in frustration when he pulled back.
"You told me to worship your body tonight, and I am." The smug tone of his voice was strained by his arousal and the genuine pain he felt for not dealing with it yet. But that could wait. "Besides. Your body is an altar," he mumbled, finally lifting her shirt up over her panties and near-flat stomach. His eyes widened at how damp her black silk panties looked and nearly lost it. But, he reined himself in again to keep going. "A temple," he continued, breathless, as it was lifted over her breasts. He licked his lips, his eyes gazing at her pert nipples on her supple flesh just begging to be toyed with. "A holy relic.."
Finally, he allowed her to sit up long enough to pull the shirt off- despite her blushing. "I don't think- aAAH!"
Whatever she was about to say was drowned out when he gently bit her right nipple. He wasn't about to have her thinking any sort of negative thoughts now.
Or any thoughts.
He sucked and licked and tortured her- pleasurably, of course- by leaving his marks all across her chest and breasts. She wasn't going to have a clear spot on her body when he was done. As his tongue made a slick path over her hickey-covered right breast down to her ribs, he groaned lightly at the shiver that wracked through her body. "A temple made of stardust."
He bit her ribs, sucking on the area.
Lucy whined loudly, wanting nothing more than for him to hurry up. No matter how much he was working her up and arousing the hell out of her, she was regretting her decision to tell him to worship her body. However... The words. His words had equal effect on her heart as they had on her body. Her heart fluttered wildly against her chest, the ache at her core throbbed dully, and... For once in her life... She felt truly beautiful. She felt confident. He wasn't giving her time- nor was he giving her the oxygen needed- to think any foul thoughts and that made her think more on his words than how she felt.
She felt like an actual princess. Like a goddess.
She shivered as his mouth moved across her torso, continuously littering her flesh with bruises, hickeys and bite marks alike. "An altar made for the cosmos in your veins."
Tears pricked her eyes and she didn't know what for. The beauty of his words, how truly amazing she felt for the first time... How he needed to fucking hurry... Or that he was taking the time to compare her to the most beautiful thing she knew of.
Her breathing picked up as he left her panty line in so many hickeys that it nearly looked like one long bruise rather than smaller hickeys. His calloused hands picked up her right leg, placing it on his shoulder as he left even more marks as he kissed and bit his way up her thigh in a way that left her near constantly shivering. "A holy relic dusted with the beauty of the nebula.."
Her breath hitched again. She wasn't about to nitpick at him and let him know the plural of nebula was nebulae. That would ruin the moment. Though, if she were honest with herself, she didn't know if her breath was caught over the fact that he lingered for what felt like an eternity over her clothed, wet core or if it was caught over his words. Fuck him and his stupid way of making her heart flutter even during sex. She groaned in anguish, her body still shaking, as he lifted her left leg and placed it on his other shoulder to show it the same attention.
"The stars in your eyes... the moon dust in your lungs," he spoke softly between his kisses to her inner thigh. Finally those tears in her eyes fell. "You're the real ruler of the sky... No King can hold authority over someone so beautiful... So perfect... That she outshines the stars themselves."
Her hands went up to cover her eyes as she cried, a broad smile on her face.
Rogue was truly too good for this world.
His tongue licked up her soaked core and she moaned loudly for him in response. She heard him growl sensually and rip her panties off- not that she cared at all. His nose was planted right above her core and she couldn't find the will to poke fun at how he seemed like a starved man at a buffet, indulging in the scent before devouring her whole. Because she knew, she knew, he was about to do just that.
"You're perfect, gorgeous," he growled out. His tongue snaked up her dripping core again and, once again, he was met with the glorious sound of her loud moan. "You taste like the heavens," another lick, "you sound like a siren," another lick, "you smell like the universe.."
Her body bowed off the bed when his tongue made its way inside of her, twisting and curling and lapping away at her sanity. He pressed his face closer to her core, his nose rubbing against her clit as his tongue worked its magic inside of her. The moan that left her was damn near a needy yell, but he didn't seem to care. Her thighs clamped hard against his head and his hands snaked under her rear to hold onto her hips as he continued to eat her out and force more of those (now muffled by her powerful thighs) wonderful sounds from her.
Lucy was seeing stars. Her hands had abandoned their place at her eyes and were clutching at the sheets of his bed. The process was making her feel whorely- taking a ragged breath only to have his tongue move so perfectly to cause another moan or yell to fall from her lips. She was panting, not able to get a proper breath in, and why was she already about to cum?!
He nuzzled his nose against her clitoris, his tongue thrusting in and out of her center causing more whorish noises to fall from her permanently parted lips. She sat up on her elbows to look down at him and the fire and ferocity found in those ruby eyes she fell so hard for had her shuddering. She could feel him smirk against her and watched as the shadows licking at his skin seemed to gather near his face and- oh. Oh.
OH.
She felt something foreign yet welcomed enter her center alongside his tongue, applying pressure deeper inside of her. With his shadows working the same magic his tongue was and her clit being teased the way it was, she swiftly unraveled. Her vision was blurry, tainted with white scattered splotches, and the primal scream that threatened to tear her vocal cords probably would have caused Rogue's ears to bleed- if her thighs weren't squeezing his head.
"RYOS!"
The shadow mage growled possessively, watching her diligently as she climaxed and her walls began clamping down on his tongue. Just imagining that tight feeling against his aching cock... Oh, he couldn't wait much longer. He couldn't. He was already hurting. Though, there was something even more arousing at the thought of possibly dying between her legs.
He had seen her Lucy Kick in action against Natsu once before- how she managed to kick him through a thick stone wall. He had seen pictures of her in Sorcerer Weekly where she and Erza were the only ones able to crush both a Watermelon and a Lacrima with her thighs alone. He knew she could kill him with her thighs if she wanted- and the pressure on his head only made that thought come back to his head. He pulled his shadows back to him, licking up her sweet essence and slowly working her through her climax.
And, when he sat up and pulled completely away from her core, he was not expecting her hands to grip his shoulders and pull him down for a very forceful kiss. Their tongues danced together once more and he heard her moan against his mouth, knowing she could taste herself on his mouth. And his cock throbbed painfully again. He growled louder and pulled away from her as he quickly rid himself of his pants and boxers.
She watched him unhindered and unabashedly, licking her lips when her chocolate eyes landed on his straining erection.
He smirked at her gaze. "See something you like?"
"I see something I want," she growled out, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him forcefully against her. The moment his cock slid against her slick entrance was like a temporary bliss to him. He panted, dropping his head to her shoulder.
"Stretch me, and hurry," she said, obviously eager.
While he wasn't going to deny her needs, he simply pulled back and smirked. "No need."
"Wha-"
"Did you really think my shadows were just pleasing you when they were inside of you?" He raised a brow at her. No, they were doing their job at stretching her because he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
She blushed at this but the way she bit her lower lip in anticipation made him groan and made his smirk return to his face.
"Show me what'cha got, then. Stop keeping me waiting," she demanded confidently.
He felt warmth bloom in his chest at her words. He got her to see that she was perfect just the way she was. He got her to be more confident. Hopefully- oh, man, he would pray to the Celestial Spirit King if that's what it took- she would retain that confidence outside of their bedroom too. She deserved this- to feel like this. She saved the entire fucking world and still got stronger even after that. She deserved the confidence she felt currently.
"I'm one lucky bastard," he groaned as he slowly slipped his cock inside of her.
She moaned out and let her head drop back. "Yeah, you are," she panted out.
Yes.
He gave her little time to get adjusted to him- not that she minded. Her moans were back almost the moment he started moving inside of her. "How did I manage to get a mate so perfect..?"
Her lidded eyes locked onto his and she watched in amusement as those shadows that seeped out of him seemed to cling to him. His hair grew wild, untamed, and his eyes... Oh, those gorgeous eyes of his... They looked so kin to an actual dragon's eyes that it seemed unreal. The red coloring of his iris nearly took up his entire eye- leaving little room for the whites of his sclera. The slitted pupils were so thin she was almost concerned he wouldn't be able to see. But, with his eyes so large, she was able to see that his eyes weren't just ruby red.
They were multi-dimensional, for lack of a better term. The ruby coloration held some burgundy, some browns, and even some gold there, too. She could feel her own magic seeping from her skin, but she didn't question it. She moaned louder when he lifted her left palm to his mouth to kiss the area again. His hips never stopped moving- never stopped thrusting- as he kissed up to the fleshy part of her wrist.
Her eyes went wide when she noticed his canines. The girls said their slayer's magic only affected the top two elongated teeth... But Rogue's? No. All four of his canines- top and bottom- were black and the shadows that came from the teeth seemed like smoke. Without proper warning, he sank his teeth into the flesh of her wrist, causing a scream to rip from her throat.
But there was no pain- no. The pleasure that came with the bite mark sent ripples of pleasure through her system. She barely noticed when her magic lifted from her body like a golden smoke, only to mingle with the shadows on his skin. She was so fucking close to coming again, so soon, all from this soul tingling feeling that came with the way their magics were dancing together. A delightful shudder went down her spine at the feeling of his magic entering her system and she screamed in pleasure again, bowing off of the bed.
Rogue felt her walls fluttering around his cock and, through his hazy vision, he hardly noticed their magics mingling in the air around them. No, his vision was locked on the gorgeous blonde beneath him as she came undone for the second time that night. It seemed like there was no pain to his bite, and that confused him, but that confusion was swiftly swept away when her walls clamped down on him so tightly. So very, very tightly.
It felt like her insides were literally milking him of his climax. And who was he to deny her that?
"RYOOS!" she screeched out for the second time that night.
Her scream wavered, her voice cutting in and out, and he growled lowly against the flesh of her wrist as he came inside of her. He thrust wildly, unleashed and unrestrained as he did so, trying so hard to extend both of their climaxes before he slowed to a stop.
Finally, the shadows that once covered his person dissipated and the magic seeping from the woman beneath him seemed to pull back as well. He pulled out of her and heard a whimper leave her throat in response. Rogue pulled his teeth from her wrist as well, peppering kisses over the mark he had left on her skin. She seemed exhausted, panting heavily and shuddering violently beneath him.
Maybe he pushed her body too far.
At that thought, a rather pathetic whimper left him. "Lucy...?"
She cracked a brown eye up at him, not aware of when exactly she closed them, and smiled weakly. "You're a damn beast, baby."
He chuckled at her words, but even his light laugh seemed sad. "Are you okay..? I didn't push you too far... Did I?"
She laughed weakly and shook her head. "Absolutely not. That was... Amazing."
He felt pride take over that insecurity and he carefully picked her up- smiling warmly as he noticed she was covered in his hickeys. Without missing a step, he carried her off to the bathroom, noticing how dreary she was. "Come on, Lucy, you need to stay awake a little longer."
She cracked an eye open to see that they were in the bathroom already and she hummed contently. "Why..?"
"I need to clean you up," he responded simply, running the water for the bath tub.
She shook her head. "Why do I need to be awake for that though..?"
He laughed lightly at this. "You don't... But I'd like you to be awake."
"But I'm so tiiired," she whined, giving him a puppy dog pout.
He sighed and shook his head. "Try and stay awake? If you fall asleep, I won't complain, but at least try..?"
"Mkay," she agreed, nuzzling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her again.
He just barely sat her in the tub when a new scent was smelled in the house. The growl that ripped from his throat was primal, too aggressive, and a clear threat to the life of whoever was in his house. They were not getting anywhere near his mate.
"Shhhh, baby," she cooed, grabbing his arm and tugging it gently. "That's Virgo, my spirit. A girl spirit," she cooed.
He visibly relaxed, though he was still tense. Female or not, spirit or not, he wasn't ready for anyone to get around her.
"Virgo!" Lucy called out and his stiffened state worsened. "Please hurry before Rogue blows a fuse!"
"Yes Princess," she called back.
"Now get in this tub with me, you dork."
Sting woke up with a loud grumble, feeling the emptiness of the bed next to him. His initial reaction was a mild panic, wondering where Yukino had gone. Then, he heard her voice faintly in the house and that panic was soothed, though it was soon replaced with confusion. He always woke up before she did. Clad in a pair of flannel pajama pants (with boxers under them) the guild master grumbled even louder when he left the bed.
"Sounds like Sting's finally awake," a male voice said.
The growl that resonated in the house was made to scare whoever it was that was in his house. Whatever man was in his house. Well, in Yukino's house. But, he had asked her to move in with him days prior (at the guild when Lucy and Rogue left to go get the things on the shopping list), and when she denied him, he felt so disheartened. At least, until she said it would make more sense for him to move in with her. To which, his elation returned. So, as far as he was concerned, there was another man in his house talking to his mate.
After a pit stop to the bathroom, he was still grumbling as he entered the living room to see Rufus standing in the doorway.
"What're you doin' here?" he mumbled out sleepily, wrapping himself around Yukino to assert his mateship- not that he needed to around the memory mage. Instincts, though, told him he did.
"We have an... Issue... To be dealt with."
Yukino smiled when Sting's arms went around her and she shook her head. "This is kind of a big deal, Sting."
"What izzit?"
He was obviously still waking up and, unfortunately, Rufus's next words nearly woke him up completely. "There's a city-wide lacrima outage."
"What?!" he asked loudly.
The masked man nodded. "I woke this morning to two of my neighbors asking why their lacrima weren't working and when I attempted to use mine, they weren't working as well."
Sting made a move- probably to check the Lacrima Vision- but Yukino stopped him. There was a noise in the kitchen that alerted him to another person here as well, and with him being still half-asleep, he couldn't properly use his nose just yet. "I've already tried, honey, it doesn't work," she whispered to him.
The slayer growled slightly. "What the hell is happening?"
"I've no idea," Rufus offered. "I have, however, alerted Orga to leave for City Hall. Until this is resolved, we're having to run on electricity- which is helping keep most things working. Unfortunately, unless we figure out what is going on, we're going to have angry citizens at Sabertooth's doors."
Sting nodded, noting when Minerva came in from the kitchen with a piece of toast hanging from her mouth. When the bite was taken- and swallowed- she spoke up. "Couple of our neighbors said a massive wave of magical power knocked everything out of commission."
"Magic..?" Yukino asked.
The other woman nodded.
The celestial mage sighed and turned to Sting. "Go get dressed. Lucy has Crux contracted, so he can dig up information faster than we could look into it."
He nodded and left for the bedroom while the other three conversed about possibilities and he was back in the living room in less time than they thought. "Rogue can be a dick sometimes but he'll be useful to solve this shit before it gets out of hand," he grumbled out, though he soon blinked twice. "Where are Lector and Frosch, Rufus?"
The blond man spoken to opened the door for their group. "In the guild already. Dobengal is watching over them while I came to get you and our Shadow Dragon."
Sting nodded, accepting the answer, and the group of four took off from Yukino's house and left for Rogue's- it taking them less than five minutes to get to his driveway. However, before any of them could step onto the premises, two spirits made themselves known.
Leo and, surprisingly, Libra.
Yukino tilted her head. "Libra? Leo? What's going on?"
"I cannot allow you any further to the Princess," the lion spirit said in a voice that seemed to command too much authority.
And it seemed like a challenge to the Slayer present. "What the hell, man, that's my partner's house!"
"I realize this, but to preserve the natural balance, we cannot allow you to step further," Libra stated, her eyes narrowing.
The celestial mage furrowed her brows. "There's an important matter we need to discuss, Libra, we need through!"
"No," Loke intervened. His fists glowed in preparation for a fight. "My Princess and that Dragon mated last night. We're all under strict orders to keep everyone away," the lion snarled out.
Sting blinked twice before pulling back and stomping his foot hard on the pavement. "That fucking moron! The eclipse is tonight and he mates with her so fucking close to it?! Goddamnit!"
Minerva only smirked at the information, though. "Then we won't interrupt. Stand down, lion."
Loke narrowed his eyes at the woman but made no move to stand down. "I do not take orders from anyone other than My King and My Princess."
"Please?" Yukino asked gently and he wavered- eventually standing down to her plea. She sighed heavily and shook her head. "Then could you eventually let them know we have a lacrima outage-"
"That was caused by their mating," Libra answered, cutting the mage off.
Everyone's eyes went wide.
"WHAT?!" Sting shouted. "When Yukino and I mated, there was nothing like this!"
"We know," Leo said. "We're looking into why it happened right now, but be patient. Libra will let you know when we have answers."
"Big brother?" Lucy asked, looking at the communication lacrima in her hands. She didn't understand why it took so fucking much of her magic to get the damn thing started- since it usually started up on its own for people without magic to use- and this was ridiculous.
The blond man on the screen smiled sadly at her. "You shouldn't call me that, Lucy..."
Her brows furrowed angrily. "No 'Blondie'? No 'hey little sis, long time no see'? What's got your boxers in a bundle?"
He smiled sadly at her. "I... I'm sorry..."
Lucy's breath caught in her throat at how sad he sounded. He was still barely awake from the looks of it, but she really just wanted to let him know what happened with her and Rogue. And instead, she catches him about to cry. While at first, she was confused, it clicked in her mind that he was apologizing for what Rogue told him and she shook her head with a smile. "I don't blame you at all, Big Brother, and you shouldn't feel bad."
A tear slipped down his cheek and he covered his eyes, his shoulders shaking with the force of his restrained sobs. "I hurt you, Lucy... I... I broke that promise..."
She felt herself tear up at the sight and her bottom lip quivered. "Big brother, please... Don't cry..."
He hiccuped and shook his head, holding his face in his hands when Mirajane took the lacrima from him. "We're all so sorry, Lucy... We didn't know..."
"I know you didn't, sis," she said softly, a sad smile on her lips. "I don't blame any of you and I don't want you all blaming yourselves."
"But Lucy-"
"No buts, Mira!" she said with a wink. "I love you guys and if you're sad, I'll be sad."
A deep laugh was heard in the background and Laxus was soon seen on screen again, his head resting on Mira's shoulder. "Alright... But you're still too forgiving, little sis."
"There's my brother!" she said happily.
"Lucy?" a new male voice said. She looked over to see Rogue stumbling tiredly into the kitchen and she smiled widely. "Who're you talking to?"
"My brother," she answered and beckoned him to come talk with her to them. "I was just about to tell them the news."
The Magnolia side of the call went silent before Mira excitedly whispered "the news?"
Once a tired Rogue was wrapped around her waist, his face in her neck, she nodded with a brilliant smile on her features. His face at her neck had pushed some of her hair back enough for the other side to see the hickeys on her neck. Mira had gasped loudly and Laxus's eyes were wide. "We mated last night!" Lucy exclaimed happily.
"Aaaa! Congratulations!" Mira squealed, causing Laxus and Rogue to flinch.
"It's too early for this, woman," Laxus mumbled, a pinky in his ear.
Lucy giggled and leaned closer to the screen. "And my mark is the prettiest~"
Mira crossed her arms. "I doubt that! Mine looks like lightning!"
The blonde lifted her left hand to show her wrist. Two puncture marks that looked akin to bruises were on the fleshy part, but that wasn't the extent of her mark at all. There were two more punctures on the top side of her wrist that had smoke-like wisps of shadows leaving from the marks, extending to her middle finger and all the way back to her elbow. The shadows were faint, looking like nothing more than a dark scar on her arm, but she knew it was more than that.
"Sis, that isn't a mark I've seen before..." Laxus said hesitantly.
"I know," Lucy said, smiling warmly at the mark. "That's also kind of why I called. Will you ask Levy to research into it for me? Oh! And have Freed call me? I need to talk with him about the Runes I'm supposed to teach Rufus to set up tonight."
A growl- a possessive one- left Rogue's throat at that remark. Lucys hands soon threaded through her sleepy mate's hair and calmed him down, though.
Mira smiled at the sight and nodded. "I'll have them both call you later. You two have fun first, okay?" she said with a wink.
Laxus groaned angrily. "I really don't need you pushing my sister to have an active sex life, Mira..."
She giggled deviously and winked at Lucy again. "We'll talk to you later!~"
"Love you guys!"
"Love you, too," came from both Fairy Tail mages before the line disconnected.
Rogue groaned and nuzzled closer to his mate, feeling more than ecstatic about the whole ordeal. She was his. She was finally his. No matter what her mark looked like, no matter what anyone said, they were finally connected in a way that had Rogue feeling all too happy in the moment. He heard her sigh but didn't have the mind to look up to see the smile settled on her face. He could hear it in that one little exhale.
"So," she said, leaning into his hold and making him purr like a fucking cat, "I'm pretty sure you're gonna keep me holed up here for a while, huh?"
He nodded against her skin and ran his nose up and down her pulse point. She smelled so wonderful- even more wonderful than she did before they mated, if possible. The scent of him, permanently on her, made his heart do fucking acrobatics. "Mm gonna keep you here 's long 's you'll lemme," he mumbled out sleepily against her neck.
She giggled in response, running her hands over his arms at her waist. He was too cute this early. "Well, then, how about I make breakfast and we can decide what to do next?"
He growled against her skin, turning her around in his hold and lifting her up to place her on the table where the lacrima comm had been seconds before. Now, however, it was on the floor. "I know exactly what I want for breakfast," he said, a smirk lighting up his otherwise tired features.
She bit her lower lip at his hooded eyes and felt her arousal start to pool in her gut. And, from the way his nostrils flared, she suspected he knew it, too. "Oh yeah? What do you want? Maybe I can make it for you~"
He growled and raked his hands up her sides and over his shirt that he had dressed her in after their bath last night. "I don't think you can make what I want."
"Then what is it?" she asked breathlessly, daring him to say it with her eyes alone.
"You," he murmured. His lips roughly pressed against hers and they were soon having another heated make out session on the kitchen table.