Whaz up ladies, gents an' other! I think I like the shift in POV from last chapter, so I'm gonna screw with it a bit more and I'm likely gonna make the AN's at the start of these chapters shorter/ non-existent 'sides my trademark 'Whaz up...' since I've little to talk 'bout without reviews, PMs, questions, comments an' or concerns comin' in to talk 'bout.
Thoughts or emphasis
'Paraphrasin'
"Normal speech"
"Inhuman speech"
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Strolling through the halls of bechiseled stone and carved wood, the scent still that of the Beast but underneath that smell there was the odor of minerals, ores and natural resources. Happy, having transformed into Battle Mode in readiness, strut alongside his father with his senses on high alert but his body lax enough to appear as if he were in a new town with friends. Natsu was walking calmly, hands at his sides and eyes checking everywhere traps might be located. The two of them followed behind Daphne, her shoulder-length black hair tied into a bun underneath her sunset-yellow Boss of the Plains hat.
Her attire was one of someone who spent time in the heat and workshop, her top was a pale green with forest green trimmings that exposed some of her abdomen which included her belly button. Wearing an orange, calf-length lab coat over her top and her hiker-quality, blue knee length shorts, she completed the outgoing scientist-look with elevated sandals. The way she dressed complimented her pale complexion, purple-grey eyes and average bust. Although she exuded an air of confidence and eccentricity, her clothes weren't flashy or noticeably adorned with any real details to prevent her getting too attached to them in case she had to ditch them in a dangerous situation.
Removing her shaded glasses, she put them in a pocket and turned to look at her guests. "You're no doubt wondering why people live underneath the Beast's Plateau, am I right? Well, it's because this place is safe from people who would subjugate, abuse and discriminate against those who live here. From sentient monsters to disfigured humans to animal-people, we live here." She said all of this in a calm, matter-of-factly tone, getting Natsu and Happy to give each other a meeting glance for a moment before returning their attention to their host.
"I am Daphne Ariamis and this is my Chiseled Haven, a safe place for anyone who the masses won't treat equally or anyone who has nowhere else to go." Finished speaking, she presented them with a magnificent, carved wall of happily-wed ores, wood and clay, depicting a large city built in fantastic ways and inhabited by different creatures. The creatures carved into the marriage of materials were small yet incredibly life-like, making the two males approach the masterpiece to observe only for the work of art to ripple like water and suck them in suddenly.
Daphne, shaking her head with a smile at her guests' startled thrashings and loud noises, pushed them in all the way and soon after dived in headfirst. Landing, all three of them were greeted by a large, white dog-reminiscent being with two ears atop its head where a large opening served as its face. Underneath its body and between its six, digitigrade legs were the black-and-white-'eyed' forms of smaller, 'normal-ler' canines. It lowered its head towards Daphne in a respectful bow before lowering itself to inspect the newcomers curiously.
A deep, warbled and dissonant bark left its 'facial' orifice before it 'sniffed' Happy, resulting in the winged, blue tiger to tense up. The creature leaned its head in and licked the feline with the tongues from the smaller canid forms underneath it. As a result, Happy was frozen in a quivering uncertainty of how to react to this. Natsu went to get the creature away from his son before Daphne said, "Endogeny," The creature perked up. "I don't think licking them right now is making them uncomfortable since they just got thrown in here without any legitimate warning and they're unlikely to have ever seen someone like you before now."
With a nod, the now named Endogeny ceased licking Happy. The pronunciation of the creature's name was odd as its root was from the word 'endogenous' but the syllable '-dog-' was pronounced as if speaking of the animal. "'Endogeny'?" Happy questioned, his voice deep but not so much that he could scare adults in a simple conversation. "That's a peculiar name, and the owner of it's even more...peculiar." His eyes bore into the orifice acting as Endogeny's face, the feeling of being stared at meeting Happy's actions.
"Yes" Came the deep, warbled voice of Endogeny, the nerve-wracking sound following the single word putting the Fairy Tail mage's on edge. "My name is odd and I'm less than normal, myselfhowever, I'm the only one with this sort of physical structureFigures seeing as I'm an Amalgamate" Every time the strange being spoke, what sounded like dog voices being shredded through minuscule pieces of shrapnel followed like the 'other dogs' were trying to speak as well.
"Ah, Daphne," A powerful, resounding and gentle voice said with the sound of a metal rod meeting the stone tiled floor. "I see you've brought us guests? Would these individuals be the ones who tussled with Vyretris up above before the Erymanthian Boar awoke?" The one speaking was a tall, armored and bearded goat-like humanoid. He stood at roughly seven feet tall, his plantigrade feet bare and clawed like his human-like hands. Covered in short, soft white fur, he didn't look too frightening to the average onlooker. His beard and 'mane' of hair was gold like straw, eyes the color of molten rock, cape the color of royalty attached to his golden armor, and carrying a masterfully crafted trident with a golden blossom at the base of the prongs. To complete his appearance of a humanoid hircine, his lower face was elongated so his nose and mouth were a snout while atop his head were two, large curved horns and finally, a golden crown adorned with small gems was atop his brow.
He lowered himself to look Happy and Natsu over closely, his eyes piercing theirs without any effort. Daphne had fallen to one knee, hands clenched into fists behind her back with a bow, when she spoke. "Yes, Sire. Speaking of which, how is Vyretris? Has he recovered from his injuries?" Rising from the ground, the monarch before them stared into Daphne's eyes sadly.
"Not as of yet, my child. Alphys and Mettaton are working to heal him as we speak. Come, let us discuss everything that's happened over some tea." He turned and strode off, Daphne rising and picking up Natsu while she was at it since he hadn't gotten his wits about him after he came through the sculpted wall. The three of them followed after the hircine monarch with haste, passing by a multitude of creatures that humans hadn't seen in centuries. "If you don't pick up your feet, children, you'll never reach the castle." Called back the large male, a teasing chuckle in his voice.
Natsu, recognizing a challenge, brought his soul cloak into the physical realm before he and Happy took to the sky where they found stalactites of rock and sandstone suspended in place by this place's magic. Even as they flew, the air didn't feel like it was above ground. The sky was a stone-red-brown color found in caverns and the clouds felt like they were made of sand instead of liquid. After that, they descended to fly around the enormous, under/aboveground nation that existed outside of the world's knowledge.
"Amazing!" Happy said in awe, flapping his wings as he remained in place with his father doing the same but with jets of flame leaving his back as well as wings flapping.
A breathless nod answered him. "You can say that again..."
"Amazing!"
"Wait, where's the king?" Natsu asked, getting he and his son to scan the ground before their eyes befell Daphne walking alongside the tall human-like goat. "Found him!" With that said, they descended to his side, getting everyone around them to marvel at Natsu who noticed a sudden heaviness on his head before the goat king-guy reached for his brow and broke two somethings off to hold them in front of his face. They were horns again! Reeling back with a face of disgust, Natsu snarled at the things in the monarch's hands. "Nakta nomenes youwei mojka de ve!" It was a good thing the monarch had noticed otherwise, like they almost did during the Nirvana mission, the horns would've cooled and become permanent.
When Natsu had noticed during the mission, however, he'd used a running train to cut them off which nearly ended badly had those weird, bodysuit, farting-guys saved the train. Back in the present, the monarch looked confused for a second before blinking and smiling softly, understandingly and crushing the horns to dust with the one hand holding them as if they were made of sand. "There," Said the king. "You needn't worry now for your humanity. Please, enlighten me, who's child are you?" He inquired this with the horn dust-covered hand to his chin and an eyebrow risen, although it was obvious he had an idea who had raised the Slayer before him.
Pride overtook Natsu now, as he said without a moment's hesitation, "Si mi wer deevdru di wer Ixen Darastrix Daar, Igneel. Sia ominak ui Natsu 'Salamander' Dragneel, Ixen Darastrix Sventlin der wer Irral Sventlin Grapwol, vur si mi wer Ixen Darastrix Wanotreyx. l'gra sia wiivai, sia svihelen vur sia vers!" He finished with pride and understanding that he could speak his first language without it needing to be translated for others, getting him to mentally do a happy dance and return his soul cloak to the realm of the physical, getting nearby onlookers to gasp in awe, mild fear and intrigue.
The king, understanding everything said by the pink-haired male before him, smiled before placing an arm around his midsection and bowing slightly in respect. "Then I, Asgore Dreemurr, King of the Underground which is now existing within the Chiseled Haven of Ariamis, welcome you to the Underground and, more specifically, to Deremheim!" Natsu, looking to the now named Asgore, looked at where they were and found that they were standing a few yards away from the castle gate(s), getting him to blink in confusion on how he'd missed that detail.
"Coi," Said Natsu slowly, calmly with a slight bow with a fist over his heart. "Ui vin tiichi ekess qe tenpiswo, Daar."
"The honor is mine." Asgore said, getting Natsu to stop bowing and follow after the ruling monarch before him.
Another time
Sparks flew as blade met blade. In the large ring below the audience dueled Mikazuchi Kagura, a strange blade-armed man and Erza Scarlet. In the guild area above the ring and the contestant area, I stared at the redheaded knightess with curiosity as she was forced onto the defensive. This woman before us struck fear into the hearts of those around her? That can't be. (A/N: Anyone who grows up speakin' another language thinks in that language, however that wouldn't flow as cleanly so I've translated it to english for ya'll) Arms crossed in front of my chest, I glared at her and I could tell she felt my disappointment. In a split second, she faltered and was pushed up against the wall of the arena. Because of my disappointment decreasing her self-esteem and distracting her or a lack of actual skill, I didn't know.
Blades made of fine craftmanship were clashing against one another, Kagura's Archenemy was sheathed but was still slicing through the air and leaving great wounds in the stone and gravel of the arena ring. Ruber, the man with the bladed arm, was able to survive the attacks of Simon's younger sister thanks to that arm of his which Daphne had so graciously grafted and crafted to his body. Daphne, I thought all of a sudden. You must know a few things about Natsu before he became me! Why didn't I think of that earlier?! Stupid-Stupid! When I get the chance, I'm having myself a talk with you, Daphne Ariamis...
Out of nowhere, Scarlet started emitting light and electrical sparks, getting Ruber and Kagura to continue fighting away from her as she was a hazard until-"I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD!" Called out the knightess carrying the same first name as Millianna and Simon's daughter. The ring was then strewn with swords, all of them masterfully crafted, treated and tempered to the edge of perfection. Finished glowing, Scarlet was replaced by a semi-insectoid, tall humanoid organism. In place of hair were two, long butterfly wing-like extensions that stemmed from the sides of her head above where her ears would be and reached to the back of her head to act as hair in a sense. To the sides of her longer-than-average neck on her collarbone and down to the sides of her seemingly covered-yet-bare bosom, was a semi-reflective, grey vesting of some sort of woven, fabricated metal.
Her 'neck vesting', upper arms and thighs had what looked to be small butterfly wings sprouting from them at the sides to appear decorative or regal. Eyes, although seemingly nonexistent, had moved from the front of her face to rest slightly to the sides of her head, leaving them in the area where her cheekbones were except that they'd been enlarged so that they resembled a dragonfly's in size compared to her head. Mouth, nose and things of that nature hadn't really moved, but had been resized. Her nose was broader and flatter, giving her a humanoid insect look, and her mouth had appeared to shrink while her chin had split open as mandibles. Torso, despite having remained the same in regards to how human it looked, was slightly thinner and longer. Her bust hadn't lost size, but now her breasts, like the rest of her body, were covered in a rubbery, fleshy-metal substance that made her look like she was in a suit. Each breast was bare of any clothing, but they didn't seem naked as the nipples weren't exposed to the air.
Continuing downward and ignoring her arms, as they had remained the same if the butterfly wing-extensions were ignored, her waist was slimmer and the muscles weren't as pronounced as they were in her earlier garments. Her hips now had large butterfly wing-like expansions that extended from her hips to reach about the back of her lower calves in a duster-coat sort of fashion, while a thinner and bullet chain-reminiscent length of matter that reached the front of her lower calves. Her legs and feet were daintier and designed for agility, mobility and stealth. To add on to her bizarre appearance, every centimeter of her body had the fleshy-rubbery-metal substance acting as her skin, colored mostly tealish-green with red mixed in here and there. (A/N: I know I butchered it, but basically Fairy Tail's Titania is Titania from Warframe!)
Looking up to the lacrima projections around the arena, she called out in a semi-organic/semi-technological voice, "I am the Warframe Titania, created in a failed warp-space travel experiment and I HAVE AWOKEN! The woman you knew is whom you hear speaking, only now remembering who she is completely...Mikazuchi Kagura, Baron Ruber, let us finish this!" Finished speaking, she flew at her opponents, butterfly-like things appearing and taking up the swords around her as she grabbed a few and clashed once more with her opponents.
Ruber's blade arm suddenly became incredibly serrated, tearing through metal and organism alike while Kagura was batting away the swords and butterfly-like things like flies. This was getting more interesting as blade clashed with blade.
With Lisanna (In the future)
Happy sat in front of me on the wall above the fight between the three sword wielders. Even as the creature Erza became fought against Ruber and Kagura, drawing my attention to every slash of the sword, I felt my eyes drift to the ledge above ours where the combatants of Dragon Arc awaited impatiently for their turn to fight. My eyes befell Natsu, causing a blush to find its place on my face like I were a little girl receiving flowers from my crush. The result of my staring was for Natsu's eyes to lock with mine and I froze instantly, followed by him turning his head towards me before glaring and jumping down to glare me dead in the eye face to face.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare?" He growled, my heart aching at this hatred he emitted towards me. Natsu glared at me with those captivating, onyx eyes that had won my heart years ago. The years had been with him, as he carried age and wisdom beyond his years in those beautiful eyes of his. My blush was more pronounced now, getting Natsu to growl lowly. "What's got you all powdered? Like something you see?!" Saying that with his old, trademark grin I felt my face grow hotter at the way that grin brought me back to the days when he was still a boy and his face was contoured to that of a joyous lad.
"..." I mumbled something under my breath, getting him to lean in closer with a face of victory as he heard me clearly, reminding me that this wasn't Natsu. This wasn't my Natsu.
"Hirhirhir, you're gonna have to speak up, girl, otherwise your friends won't know what's got you so red in the face." As he said this, he placed a powerful, nearly crushing grip on my shoulder that reminded me he wanted me dead, turning me to face my teammates who were staring at me confusedly, sadly and nervously at Natsu's presence.
"Hey," My adopted daughter/sister piped up accusingly. "We're your friends too, Natsu." And like that, any illusion of joy was replaced with fury as he appeared in front of Lucy with a claw readied to crush her head.
"Vucuot duot goawy, Lenil!" Just before his claw could land on her, Gajeel landed in front of her and caught his successor's claw in his fist, getting Natsu to snarl at him.
"Nomeno ui ti wer goawy ihk batobot, Sart Tilsin. Jinthil, nomeno jahus jacida svihelen. Jacida rumag, hianag vur deevdru re tenpiswo. Tir ti xurwk asta simethoti di jacion qe tisvelk..." Gajeel said sagely, getting Natsu to growl lowly before ripping his fist away and punching it into the wall beside my head, bringing our faces close together. "You might want to tell him, Lisanna, otherwise he's going to be like this all day."
"Tell me what?" Natsu hissed, looking to me demandingly.
"Si hefoc svabol si ocuir vur keefum!" I said loud enough for the two First Generation Dragon Slayers, my teammates and my family to hear, getting Natsu to tense and turn away sharply with an air of minor confusion and discomfort before he ran up the wall and back to his place with the guild he'd helped build. "What the?"
"When he saw you, he told me he felt his heart beat ten times as fast and that he wanted to stop you from assassinating him. You see, since he's no memory of you or the family you two had, he doesn't remember what it's like to feel love like you two had. That in mind, he thought you failed to cast an assassination spell on him, but what he wanted to say was that you awoke his heart after seven years of stillness." He said this like an old friend or a knowing brother, chuckling at his antics. "Even if he acts harsh towards you-"
"He's just trying to end the tidal wave of confusion emotions spiraling inside of himself. All he knows is fighting. It's who he is and nothing, not even love, will stop that from being true. Yeah, I know that." I said to the now golf-clapping Gajeel.
"You know him better than anyone else, indeed. What you don't know is that he actually has a huge crush on you and he's so confused that any form of reciprocation will result in what just occurred." Saying this, Gajeel made his way back up to his guildmates via stairway.
"Gajeel," I called to him, getting him to turn and find himself in a hug from behind. "Thanks for the talk. It really helped with...everything."
Chuckling, he shook his head, "Gihihi. Nah, no need for thanks, Vilzriquathir Wanotreyxkaiv." I froze again, this time at the use of my mother's nickname for me, getting him to smirk and continue on his way before I shook off the shock to smirk up at a dust-cheeked Natsu, resulting in him turning away from me stubbornly.
Maybe there's still hope, after all... I thought, a sinister smile crawling onto my face while my eyes which made my teammates give me a wide berth. "Fifififififi..."
Some other place
Shoving to the side with a shoulder was a stone slab, carved with fine craftsmanship if the irregular sound of stone against stone was anything to go by. The one shoving with their shoulder was a man, dimly-glowing eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted in pain as he held the joint connecting his arm to his torso. Breath visible, he inhaled and exhaled deeply before moving the slab all the way off of the stone coffin that acted as the entrance and elevator to his quarry's tomb. He fell to his knees outside of the coffin, his breath rising to the setting sunlit sky like the smoke from a crematory or the steam of a dying hot spring. After he gathered his strength, he rose and stepped into the coffin holding the white haired goddess-among-women inside, causing the stone beneath the woman and himself to start shaking before descending like an elevator and then sliding forward as if it were made on a diagonal track.
"It's been a bit since we last spoke, my dear." He said, his voice sounding tired and almost spiteful. "So why don't we chat while we wait, hmm?" The platform reached an all-time low finally, getting him to step off and walk alongside the beautiful woman who looked to be in a deep slumber. "You agree? I thought you'd be a little more uptight after you let me think you weren't well, playing the manipulated victim when it was I who manipulated by you!" A clenching of his gloved fists around a lever that he pulled, resulting in a feminine statue to light up with a regal purple lantern was what followed his words. The platform came to a stop in front of a wall where a clipboard hung, a checklist written on the paper it held in place.
He took the clipboard and pulled a pen out of his pocket, checking things off while taking a few looks at the woman bathing in purple light that complimented her noticeable nudity. Shaking his head, he returned the clipboard to its place on the wall before kneeling at her side. "I've been preoccupied, helping an interesting man clean up his friend's mess and saving people from themselves. Made friends, made enemies and I've made discoveries in the span of a few years, but it feels wrong without you at my side as much as it makes me boil at the knowledge that you let me think you were unwell!"
The purple light from the lantern gave the goddess-among-woman before him look even more beautiful than usual, getting him to lean in and claim her lips, feeling the world around him fade into anonymity. He remained there, eyes closed in rapture at the contact with the woman he'd loved for so long. Eventually, he pulled away slowly, hesitantly ending the euphoric contact between his bride and himself. Suddenly, his eyes widened in anger and he smacked her, garnering no reaction, driving him further into anger! "Even while you're like this, you bewitch and infatuate me! When will you remove this spell you have over my heart, devil?!" Striding to the wall, he grabbed simple garments foreign to the city this cemetery was in.
"Even now, I can't stand being apart from you yet you keep leaving me behind, waiting for you to come back and destroy me again...Why?" He begged, hands to his head, still holding the clothes. "Why must you be the one I chose? Why?! All you do is toy and drivel with me, as if I'm only your entertainment. Is this vengeance for taking you away or is this some sort of vendetta you have against me that began the moment you were born?"
Red tears left his eyes, wiping them away with the clothing in his hands as he choked on his own voice. "This pain, no amount of vials, antidotes, sedatives or chimes will make it stop! Please, my love, stop making me hurt like this..." He begged the woman this, coming to her side to rub at the blemish he left from striking her, his red tears finding their way onto the bruise and causing it to heal after he stroked away the tears with his long tongue, returning her flawless, pale skin to its perfection. "I'm sorry I struck you, I'm sorry I took you, I'm sorry I even met you but I can't live without you!"
Sobbing ensued, getting him to bite at himself to stop betraying the image his bride had known for so long. Eventually, he stopped to remain in silence with the lantern's burning being the only thing that kept him from hearing and seeing the whispers in the dark all around them. "How many times have I-have we-done this? How many times must my heart wither away while you remain untouched by this agony?" He sighed, dressing his bride in the clothes he'd grabbed from the wall before placing his sharp nails to her temples and coursing energy into her, resulting in her eyes opening suddenly and her voice breaking the sunset in a scream.
Rising, the man started to wave his hands like he were orchestrating a choir, his voice dancing around her sounds of distress. (Cue: Safia-Counting Sheep)"'I never make a sound-fingers crossed, I shut my mouth. Thoughts, they're creeping through my teeth. Drip, drop, the night is loud-silence seems to drown me out. Box my thoughts and give me some relief! I want to let you down. Make you toss and turn around, won't you give me what I need?'"
"WHERE AM I?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! HOW DID I GET HERE?!" Before she could continue, the man before her placed a finger to her plump, kissable lips graced with red from his smooch earlier.
"All will be explained soon, my bride, Mir, but first," He rose her to her feet, the clothes she wore feeling loose and acting as a kind-of-but-not-really dress as he took her to the floor around them, dancing like they were at a great ball while he sang. "'I want to let you down. And I'm always lost, but never found. Won't you give me what I need?'" His voice was nice, carrying around the chamber they resided in decently with a noticeable need to increase his pitch for it to resound perfectly. "Tick tock, make me creep. Never ending counting sheep. Never get no sleep.'"
The woman whose left hand was in his right with her right arm over and around his shoulder was dancing gracefully despite the fact her body, although well proportioned and endowed, was obviously malnourished and appearing to be a skeleton with only skin on. Slowly, however, as they continued dancing to his singing with her voice joining his in matrimony only known to longtime lovers and truly understanding beings, her body began to fill out with muscles flourishing back to full health and her skin, so sickly pale and wrinkled, became an entrancing white like that of a bust of antimony made by a silversmith capable of putting gods to shame. Her hair, so thinned to the point there was barely anything including a few stubborn strands, began to slowly replenish itself by starting as a slight fuzz to then appear as if it were cut poorly like a male soldier.
(Uncue music. A/N: Upcoming attempt at a lemon. Don't like, don't read) Her eyes, so bright and beautiful whilst full of fear, began to magnify in gloriousness as they calmed asevery spin of their bodies together brought health back to herself. The clothes she had on were no longer loose, now they were tight and almost ready to burst in certain areas such as her bust and her hips. Around her waist was placed a weaving of small, tanned leathers from small creatures, acting as a skirt. Her voice and her heart joined his now, as she resonated with him in a cacophony of flesh, moans and song.
From the man who held her waist with his left arm came red liquid that crawled and leaked onto her body, droplets penetrating her pores with an excitement and vigor that resulted in vibrations she found blissful. The cells this strange, blood-like substance touched were now on fire with enrapturing pleasure. Bodies against each other now, they embraced the other and kissed, the man's body reacting with blood flowing to his nether regions, causing a sizeable bulge to arise.
Said tent in his pants rubbed into his beloved's groins through her knickerless skirt, getting her to moan at the feeling of the tanned leather touching her nether lips in such a stimulating manner. The blood that climbed into her pores was now in her system, swimming in her sweat glands and multiplying the cells inside enough for them to start overflowing and merging with the other cells in her body, resulting in a beautiful feeling of dancing beneath the skin and atop the muscle. Chest heaving now from the continued stroking of her nether lips, her top was cast aside to expose her large bust to his advances.
Gloved hands now bare, her groom grabbed the sizeable orb-like mounds of delicious flesh and squeezed firmly, getting her to moan excitedly at the contact. Blood reached around from the man to his bride, pulling her closer as he pressed her against the wall and himself, grinding his crotch to her own, growling pleasurably. Suddenly, she pushed him away and ripped his clothes off of him, followed by his returning the favor although slowly, teasingly and romantically which she was having none of.
Ripping the skirt of small animal leathers from its stitches around the bottom of her opened bustier, she proceeded to take her groom by the hand and lead him to the platform she'd awoken on before pushing him down on it. "It's about time we consummate our marriage after all this time, don't you think, Alucard Bellmont of Cainhurst Castle?" Not waiting for an answer, she placed herself atop her man with her nether lips above his mouth and her mouth now engulfing his phallus. Her action was met with a moan of surprise and pleasure from the man beneath her as her head bobbed up and down on him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mind focused on only the pleasure his bride bestowed upon him with her skilled tongue slithering around his mast and the power of the suction her mouth had as if she didn't want to stop tasting the flesh of her lover. Pulling away slowly, sucking heavily on the glans before letting go with a loud pop, she smirked with her tongue trailing the underside of Alucard's cock, her tongue tracing every vein. "How cute," She said teasingly, knowing her man was trying to come to terms with how good she made him feel. "The Crow of Cainhurst can't take his wife doing her 'womanly duties'. As delicious as you taste and as amazing as you make me feel right now, it's not as fun if I'm playing alone."
To emphasize her words, she gave Alucard's glans a long, lasting kiss with her tongue teasing the slit at the tip while she shook her wide, child bearing hips. All she received was a moan of acknowledgement, getting her to pout in disappointment as she went to return to her long-awaited treat when she was struck with a jolt of excruciating pleasure skillfully given to her by a long, slim muscle escaping from her husband's fang-filled mouth. "I see Cainhurst teaches its inhabitants-Oh-how to pleasure they're wives! Mmm, that's the spot-right there!" She said this when Alucard's tongue came to find her g-spot, exploiting and torturing it mercilessly while he exerted his control over her pink folds.
A predatory chuckle left him as his mouth clamped around her mound, getting her to squeal in surprised bliss that her husband knew her well enough to garner this half-lidded, seductress state out of her with his expertise in pain. Suddenly, her vagina was filled with multiple long, rough and snake-like tongues that started stroking every inch of her innards until she felt about ready to scream to the Waning Crescent moon on the horizon above the tomb. Not one to be outdone, even when the ability to think was nearly impossible, she weakly began to pleasure her husband with all the skill she'd developed over the years of playing with dildos.
For a while all they did was lick and stroke, toying with the other until Alucard morphed an extra arm that formed a multiple tongue-filled mouth which latched onto Mir's anus, getting her to turn red and look back at the new source of pleasure she was receiving with such gusto it seemed as if her husband wanted to eat her ass. His actual mouth pulled away, an arm similar to the one at her ass taking care of her pussy while he spoke, eyes half-lidded from the feeling of his beautiful wife's soft hands stroking him off. "It's true that back home, all members of the Cainhurst bloodline are taught the arts of pain, but we're taught the arts of pleasure more importantly. That's why you've always been ready to fuck, even when you were pregnant, because I was sending the signals that triggered you to want pleasure..."
His words were followed by the mouth-arms to become more fervent than before in their pleasuring of Mir's orifices, getting her to moan loudly with her tongue lolling out and finding Alucard's cock teasing her oral muscle. This became a competition of pleasure between the two of them, Mir using her throat so much she nearly suffocated(choked) from how much she tried to keep that dick inside her mouth and throat while Ally created a few more limbs that started teasing, touching and massaging her weak spots, pulling and tweaking her nipples until she started leaking milk which resulted in Ally making new appendages to start drinking from her magnificent breasts.
However, all things must come to an end, and this came to a loud end. Their efforts became more and more desperate, their desire for release being the only thing in their minds as Mir wrapped her legs around Ally's head which had returned to its place at her pussy and one of Ally's hands kept Mir bobbing on his cock. Faster and faster they licked and sucked. Harder and harder they thrusted and rubbed. More and more they got closer and closer until they came in each other's respective mouth, the sound of their pleasure being a united cry to the sky. (A/N:Lemon over)
Gasping, Mir piped up, "I guess no one in the city's asleep anymore, huh?"
"Hehe," Ally began. "My bride, the city's not gonna sleep at all with what's going to happen tonight. Speaking of which, I'm sorry for this. 'SEEK PALEBLOOD TO TRANDSCEND THE HUNT!'" Before Mir could ask what he meant, he grabbed a blank letter nearby and knocked his wife unconscious, redressing her and leaving the letter in her breast pocket. After that, he redressed himself and took his bride to the nearby clinic belonging to a young woman named Dr. Iosefka Jekyll and Faurecia Hyde, the daughter of the good man Dr. Henry Jekyll and Mr. Edward Hyde and the lovely lady Enoshima Junko.
When he arrived there, carrying his wife bridal style like he always did, he entered through the broken window on the second story, using the nearby planks to create a small bridge into the clinic. At his side were two large, glowing eyes carrion crows that rattled quietly, staring at the strange, blood-smelling creature holding the woman. Finished creating the makeshift bridge with tendrils of blood and bones acting as railing, he stepped into the hallway where he heard eccentric laughter coming from the balcony over the sickroom.
"Knock knock," Alucard called out, getting a drunk-moving woman to open the door-behind-a-painting by leaning backwards with a crazed smile and the blush of someone so drunk on substances that they were practically jelly. Her eyes were tired, bags under them yet the liveliness they held was a sign of how mad she was. Hair thick and colored strawberry blonde tied into two pigtails, she had a tall, hourglass figure that was well pronounced in the 'oddly'-tight and miniskirt version attire of a tomb prospector with the added accessory of strange, aquatic-alien appendages draped over her arms and around her neck in a strange scarf.
"Huhuhuhu-Who's there?-Hehehehheahahaha!" Asked back Junko, as that was her name, eyes a gentle blue that contrasted entirely with her personality. "Are you a patient-Hahahaha-or are you offering yourself up to me agai-" She suddenly noticed the woman in his arms, getting her to sober up and stand normally before she appeared in front of him, inspecting the woman she felt was on par with her in the beauty department. "Oh! Is this your illusive and illustrative goddess?! You always said she was of noble lineage and wonderful to gaze upon, but you're so...huh," Without reason, she bent backwards at an angle that expressed her gymnast-level flexibility as she groaned arousedly, "Hopelessly ineffective at giving all of the details...mmm...You always know how to make me feel so hopelessly good! Nothing like my husbands..."
She said this with a pout, arousal obvious in her eyes and apparent in the air she emitted. "You and I both know that you love them both unconditionally, or should I say..." A knowing smirk came onto his face, Junko having the same look as she waited in anticipation for the thing she knew he'd say, "Hopelessly?" Like throwing bottle of fine, delicious wine into a fire, Junko had an explosion of an orgasm, wracking through her body and getting her to scream in release.
Alucard smirked at his friend, knowing that word had such an effect when she was triggered or aroused. She remained bent backwards, the appendages on her attire having flailed about wildly during her cry of release but now writhing sluggishly, tiredly, lethargically. "Have you had your daily dose of masochistic pleasure yet, Junko, or must I ask for Hyde to get handsy?"
"Mm! No need," Junko answered, a few fingers in her mouth, blush so bright she was practically a candle. "I'm finished for now. Anyway," She calmed down, her high gone in an instant when she put on some glasses and the alien appendages on her clothes held her pigtails in a ponytail. "What seems to be the issue with your wife?"
"She needs to be administered some coldblood so she can become a hunter and get me to Gehrman to fix the mistakes I made years ago." A look of understanding came to her eyes as she removed the glasses, the appendages letting go of her hair as a result, and she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Tilting her head down towards her with a hand on his lightly bearded chin, she said soothingly, "There aren't mistakes, just happy accidents, Ally. Your part in all of this made this town turn into a city and gave so many people a reason to live, and you made so much despair arise that I'm almost always on cloud eleven. No beating yourself up for something that no one's asking to be changed. What you did was exactly what was needed and more, so there's no problem."
Her words made him smile his sharp fanged smile, "Thanks Junko, you're amazing at lifting my hopes up," She grimaced angrily at the last word before he held up a hand to stop her resulting tirade, "Only for them to be destroyed and landing me in despair later." And like that she was on the ground, whimpering and moaning as she writhed in masochistic pleasure.
"My-MMMM-HusBANDD AAAA is in the sickroom, treating a few who've turned into beasts. Oh please," Junko begged, eyes quivering and her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly. "Let me finish...Please!" Tears were in her eyes at the fact that her friend had used two of her trigger words to wind her up and didn't finish her, making her feel despair but not enough to finish thanks to his tampering with her physiology.
A 'disappointed', 'displeased' sigh left the Draculina standing above the writhing, ultimate of masochists. "You're absolutely, unquestionably hopeless, Jekyll-Hyde Enoshima Junko-Otonashi Ryoko of Yharnam, former student of Hope's Peak Academy and you should feel ashamed of yourself." He said this like a disappointed father, eyes judging her as every word made her convulse and contort strangely before he finished speaking, stepping over her now wailing in agonizingly blissful pleasure body.
The door at the end of the hallway opened violently, getting him to let some 'borrowed' eyes surface on the skin of his scalp to see a blue creature.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
That's a wrap ladies, gents an' other! Today I tried to write another lemon and now we know where this shitstorm's headin'. Well, I do, none of ya'll do. SCISCISCISCISCISCI! Natsu and Happy met the Underground, Ally and Mir met back up for a proper 'reunion' and, in the future, Erza turns into a warframe. What the fuck could I possibly be doing? Creating an amalgamate that will most likely result in hitmen and hitwomen come for my ass with how salty ya'll will probably become.
(As always: thanks for bein' here, please R&R,no flamin' my ass, constructive criticism an' SEE YA-G'NIGHT!)