A/N Another long chapter...I'm sorry for it, maybe should have split this in two but there was a lot to cover, I won't hold you up lets get to it...DESNA
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"No!" Wendy was screaming, the men restraining her, in spite of the potions in her, in spite of the manacles on her ankles that kept her from her magic were straining to contain her. Nuryev was frowning watching it.
Cristoff was chained to a table a short distance away, heavy manacles on his wrists and ankles, another around his neck. Nuryev sighed waving the young woman who was on top of Cristoff away.
"I'm sorry your highness, he…I can't get him there…" She blushed, sliding off the Lunar Slayer and the mans eyes were silver, something Nuryev knew meant he was enraged, if not for the heavy manacles the slayer would be in dragon force.
From the tattoos on the mans body he knew he'd be formidable too so four magic cancelling manacles enough lust and mind-altering drugs to drive 15 vulcans mindless and send them off to fuck anything that was in reach was in the mans system yet the slayer remained unusable and completely uncooperative even after having his mate brought in and forcing her to handle him.
"Put the bitch back in her cell, I need to speak with the potion masters about changing the combinations." He snapped, rubbing his temples and glaring at the Dragon Slayer. Two days, as soon as the slayer was awake Nuryev had started working on him. Pumping drugs into him, he'd found out the hard way he couldn't mind control his mate at all. The other mate? Yes, the Dragon bitch…no, he'd nearly died, her fucking dragon soul meant business.
So far all he'd been able to do was placate his mother by pumping the slayer full of a drug combination that let her use his body for pleasure, but he still couldn't make the damn man viable for stud use. Erections he could force on the Dragon Slayer, but not the rest, not what they needed from him most.
His mother wasn't entirely happy either, not liking how the slayer had been on the edge of unconscious because of how heavily drugged he had to be in order to get him, and keep him in a state where the Queen could enjoy his body. She wanted him to react to what she did to him, and apparently, he wasn't.
Her servants still showed up after a short time to collect the Slayer, dragging him from the table and while they were three large men, and he was heavily drugged to the point it was a wonder he was conscious, the slayer still managed to slam a shoulder into one of the servants and send two of them flying before guards dove in and it ended up taking seven people to wrestle the slayer onto the wheeled gurney to take him to the Queen.
Nuryev watched him still struggling all the way into the elevator. He couldn't blame him, Nuryev had spent a lot of time in his mothers playroom, and while he didn't outwardly put up fights about it anymore, he could only pity the Dragon Slayer for what he was certainly going to endure in there for the next few hours.
He was talking with the potionmasters when one of his mothers attendants appeared a while later.
"My Prince, her majesty would like to have use of the Dragon Slayers mate." The man said. Nuryev cringed inwardly, his mother loved getting reactions out of her playthings.
The man seeing he had Nuryevs full attention bowed slightly "She does not wish to impede your work, wishes to know if taking the mate and tormenting her a little…just for fun…while her slayer watches would be allright? She wants the mate to watch her use the slayer."
The Prince stared at the servant. So his mother wanted to torture the slayer and his mate, common for her, she loved the reactions, and maybe she thought the slayer would suddenly start responding better, get more compliant if his mate was there, but Nuryev knew better.
He sighed. "I will say no, it will trigger enragement to the point of self destruction in both specimens, she'll have to make do with just the male. When we get one of the other pairs she'll be able to enjoy them a lot more because I'll be able to control non-dragon slayer mates. Remind her of that, hopefully it will make her happy."
The servant bowed low again "Yes my Prince, thank you, I shall relay your words to the Queen." The man left and Nuryev went back to what he was doing, leading the potionmasters from the work area by the cells because he didn't want to be bothered by more of his mothers perverse requests and wanted to focus on his work. He also, just didn't want to be there when they brought the slayer back.
He didn't care, he hated the Dragon Slayers, all of them and their whores, but the man was basically taking his place in his mother play room and he was very glad of that, just seeing him after his mother was done reminded Nuryev it could have been him, would be him again if this didn't work.
So he left with the potionmasters, guards trailing after him and the holding area was quiet except for the sobs of the slayers mate and the other mates soft attempts to soothe her.
Lucy pressed against the bars, she knew she couldn't see Wendy, but she heard her, sobbing miserably in the other cell. She had no view of the work area, but had heard everything the prince had tried since that morning and now Cristoff had been hauled off, again, for the sick torture session with the Queen.
Lucy refused to think of it any other way, she couldn't because it had been nearly ten hours since they had last seen Vander, but she'd heard plenty about how hard hunters were trying to get more of the mates, and how high the bounty was for capturing her own mate now that Nuryev knew he could mind control Lucy.
That had been a nightmare experience she was trying along with the other things not to think about.
"Wendy…Wendy please talk to me…" She called.
Wendy was huddled on the floor against the wall by the door, bruises on her arms already blackening from the guards handling of her. She writhed, drowning in the pain and despair mixed still with ever weakening fury that was rolling into her from Cristoff. He was losing ground, he hadn't slept, rested, had anything to eat or drink in two days, Nuryev had been alternating with his aunt and mother working on Cristoff around the clock.
"They…they're destroying him Lucy! I can FEEL it! I can FEEL what that monster is doing to him! He's suffering...Gods….where is Vander…." She sobbed.
"Right here…I'm here, shush now…keep your voices low and don't look for me…I'm here, I have more vials of the neutralizer for those potions they're making you guys drink, when they bring Cristoff back…I'll get his into him if I can, they're keeping him chained on the table in the work area hoping the separation from you weakens him more…Wendy…Wendy I need you to be strong…you can't let him see you cry, you can't give in this way, half of his suffering is what he's feeling from you I promise, you have to be strong…" Vanders voice was soft, and both women sat silent.
Wendy calmed herself, frowning, he was right, she couldn't add to what Cristoff was enduring by letting it crush her, she had to be strong for him…maybe her strength, her determination, could bolster him and she closed her eyes, reaching for him even knowing what she'd feel when she opened herself to him through the bond again.
She stiffened, almost groaned at the disgust and exhaustion, the anger that saturated her mates being but she loved him, so much, pushed that through to him with all the strength she had. She felt him latch on to it, to her, there was a sensation of him almost retreating into her and she whole heartedly embraced it, him, trying to convey all she felt, all of her strength, her certainty they would get through this, that they would end these people.
She would too, she felt the need rise through him until it was pushing away the pain, the exhaustion, the disgust, rage, pure deep rage, the need to end their enemies so they could be together again. She clung to that, let it fill her and added her own burning fury to his, let the fires lace and build each other and the connection between them was wide open again, where it had become narrow and strained, now it raged once more, fueled by the conviction that they would end this, that he would be with her again and they would, side by side, destroy their enemies.
"You're right, I'm sorry, it won't happen again…Vander…when are they going to be here?" She asked.
There was silence, and she saw vial placed in front of the bars to her cell, he couldn't reach in to give them to her, it would trigger an alarm, but she could reach out. So she took what he'd given her, carefully pressing her face by the bars out of sight of the camera in her cell to drink them down.
Lucy did the same and then they put the vials back outside the cells and Vander collected them. He'd been bringing them neutralizers that cancelled the effects of the lust potions and mind controllers.
He hadn't been able to get enough into Cristoff, they were just pumping him full of so much, and he was very rarely not being fucking tortured, but he knew what he was doing was helping so he continued. There was nothing he could do about the concoction the Queens physician injected into Cristoff when he was taken to her chamber, he hadn't been able to get a sample of that to his connection in Hasta that was making the neutralizers for him.
The syringes he'd managed to get after the Queen left the chamber and Cristoff was removed just didn't have enough in them for the alchemist to work with. He knew it unfortunately made Cristoff hard enough the queen could use his body, and while she got nothing out of him but the pleasure she took using him, it still was taking its toll on his brother, he could see it in his eyes, when he was awake enough to open them.
"The Aisipel is the fastest Gunship in the fleet, they should be getting here some time tomarrow. All of the other slayers are on the ship, including your mate Cobra Lucy, and Levy and Emma were moved to the Boscan Embassy in Crocus so they're safe." He told them.
"Thank God." Lucy whispered. They could talk freely now, anyone watching would assume the women were talking to each other now.
"I also figured out how to get your keys free Lucy, took some digging around the Princes study but here." He set a little sharp long pointed crystal on the floor outside Lucys bars, she picked it up and slipped it into her bra quickly.
"Wow…you know, there are times I envy you women…I mean, instant private hiding spots on your person few men will dare to challenge right between your tits." Vander observed.
Lucy smirked in spite of herself and heard Wendy snort and the idea of the miserable Sky slayer smiling for even a second made Lucy want to kiss Vander right then.
"Seriously, men can't do that, I sure can't hide things by my balls, gods the idea of sticking that crystal down my pants just about makes my stealth fall off." He added.
Lucy laughed, heard Wendy do the same, the idea of any man trying to stick the pointed crystal that was now nestled against her right breast into their underwear was too much.
"Glad my genders inability to hide things in our shorts amuses you both. Anyway, there should be a hole in that crystal somewhere, I'm betting around the edges where it's attached to the wall, put that into it and it should open, not right this minute of course but soon." Vander said.
"I'm here though, I was out gathering those potions and getting you that key Lucy, but I'm still here, I won't leave you. I have orders now from my King, I need to go take care of those commands, but I'll be back soon ok?" He said and both women acknowledged him enough he dissolved back into shadows and left them, swiftly moving through the hall to the elevator shaft.
He knew his way around this section of the palace very well now. That labs built to torture and experiment on people were part of the wing the royal family slept in said a lot.
He'd be lying if he claimed the orders he'd received from the King of Bosco less than an hour ago hadn't made him darkly happy. When he slid into the chamber he least liked going into it took him a moment to readjust himself, to recover from unwillingly seeing what the Queen was doing.
Queen Kressa was a nightmare, she really was, the woman had murdered her own husband and started raping her own son before the body of his father was even cold. Evil didn't seem a strong enough word to describe just how terrible the woman was. Her sister was no better.
Tuvenia was resting, her robe not tied shut, and though she had a fine body, was beautiful by any standard, Vander recoiled a little inside, repulsed by her as he slid silently to the shadows of the chair she sat in, smiling serenely, setting her wine glass down so her servant could refill it.
"Oh! Gods!...Yes!...you can close those blue eyes but I know you feel this Boscan!" The Queen was panting and Yuvenia was smirking, that the Dragon Slayer happened to be Boscan, bore tattoos that clearly identified him as a man of rank, one valued by the royal house of Sevens hated neighbor, was his sad misfortune.
It had certainly added to the pleasure her sister and her were taking in using him. Boscans were such a proud people, charm, silken personalities, seductive and sensual, all of them were like that.
They were also proud of their freedom, of their rights concerning their bodies, so having one like this, a gorgeous, young, sexy Boscan male who bore symbols in his smooth skin that declared him a Knight, then there was the guild symbol for White Sea, a guild deeply hated in Seven, on his arm. Oh they were deeply enjoying using him.
His body was flawless, heavy with conditioned, toned muscle, his long hair was so fun to pull, he was bigger than her nephew in every way, and getting his eyes to change color had become the queens new delight. It was the only sign they had they were affecting him, but it was one he could only hide by closing his eyes.
Neither she nor her servant noticed the pale red liquid that flowed into her glass with the wine, she was too busy watching her sister, catching her breath until it was again her turn. She loved the taste of him, while his delicious scent had now been drowned in sweat and sex from two days and nights of constant torture, he still tasted good, that he was fighting them today, instead of being boneless and mostly unconscious as he had been yesterday was a delight both women were enjoying.
They'd learned though to stay away from his mouth, he had extremely sharp teeth and didn't hesitate to use them. So he had a snug gag on now, binding his mouth shut.
They were still able to hear him though, his growls were something else they both took delight in, though he hadn't given them any this round yet in spite of their efforts.
The Queen groaned out her finish and a few minutes later came and sat heavily next to her sister, waving impatiently at the servant pouring her wine, eyes locked on the man chained to the large bed before her.
"Imagine what it will be like when he's compliant, when we have the others…I showed you the images we have, I think the blonde one is actually bigger than this one is, heavier muscled, taller, and my son says his mate isn't a dragon slayer, so he'll be able to control her, use her to send her mate into this thing he calls "Dragon Lust" doesn't that just sound delightful?"
She, like her sister, did not see the pale liquid spill into her glass with the wine, and she lifted it to her sister, nodding toward the Dragon Slayer "His eyes are that gorgeous dark blue again, see if you can make them change." She challenged, drinking her wine as her sister laughed and headed for the bed.
Vander slid to the shadows up by the ceiling again, giving his brother a worried look, he wasn't one for prayer but he still offered up a quick one as Yuvenia grabbed Cristoffs hair and wrenched his head back.
"Soon big brother, soon, they wont be feeling well in just a little here…" he willed the thought to reach his brother, even though he knew it wouldn't it made him feel better. Not as good as tipping those vials into those glasses had though.
Yuvenia was biting and sucking on his brothers neck when she suddenly sat back, a thin sheen of sweat on her face, her skin a little paler.
She sighed, looking over at her sister. "You know…all this non-stop effort…I'm thinking perhaps a real nap is in order, I want to fuck him again, but I'm just tired and sleep would make my efforts more…vigorous." She said. Kressa frowned slightly but wiped her brow, sweat dampened her hand, she'd ridden the man hard and for a long time.
Yuvenia was right, they'd been sleeping for 4-6 hours then coming in here to use the slayer for two days and nights straight, perhaps it was time for a break.
"You know, he should probably be fed, given water, we don't want him dying he's too valuable. Yes, I think you're right, thinking about it I'm tired too." She admitted.
"Servants, take the slayer back to the lab, see to it he eats and drinks then lock him in a cell, find out whether my son wants him in with his whore or not, I know he gets stronger when he's with her, maybe it's time we give him that, I don't want him over weakened." She said firmly, then looked to her aid who came and fussed over her "My Queen, perhaps a hot bath and a small meal before you rest?" The woman suggested and the Queen nodded, rising to walk with her sister from the room.
Vander smiled faintly, watching the servants adjust Cristoffs heavy manacles, running chains through them braced on heavy things before detaching him from the heavy anchor points on the bed.
The physician came in, hurried to the man, checking him over and frowning. "I spoke with the prince, take him to his mates cell, we'll give her food and water for him, I'm certain she'll make sure he's attended to and it will be much safer than trying to handle him ourselves." He said, the servants didn't argue, some of them wore bruises from bringing the slayer into the chamber and getting him chained down the way the Queen wanted him.
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Wendy glared as the guards came to her cell "We're bringing your mate in with you woman, if you fight us, we'll just chain him up in the work area again, but if you cooperate, we'll give you food and water for him and leave him with you for a while." One said in a thick accent.
Wendys eyes flew wide and she backed quickly away "I'll cooperate, please…I need to see him…" She said, letting a shake affect her voice. Inwardly she was picturing tearing the men to pieces with her bare hands, but if letting them come in without a fight would bring Cristoff to her, she'd do whatever they asked.
A tray with a large bowl of thick soup, pitcher of water, glasses to drink from, was brought in and set on the small table by the bed, then, Cristoff was drug in, he hung limp, a guard at each arm legs dragging, his long black hair hiding his face as his head hung down.
The guards hefted him onto the bed and left swiftly, bringing up the magical barriers and closing the door and locking it before leaving.
As soon as they were out of the way Wendy flew to the bed, rolling Cristoff to his back, careful of the heavy manacles on his wrists so she didn't hurt either of them.
"Oh Gods…Cristoff…" She whispered, pushing his heavy hair from his handsome face and hastily removing the gag from his mouth so she could kiss him.
He reeked of those women, of that horrible queen and her sister, of the woman brought in by Nuryev, one of the "Brood" women chosen to breed with him. But Wendy didn't care, she went to the small bathroom, wetting one of the course wash Cloths and returning to start wiping the sweat from his face, careful of the manacles on her own wrists that she didn't accidentally hit him with one.
"Get these into him." A voice called and she looked to the bars, vials sat outside and she went to the bars as if to look out, careful to hide the vials from the camera, sliding them into the wash cloth and going back to her husband.
She tipped a vial to his parted lips and watched his eyes open in alarm, barely managing to stop him from batting it away she leaned over him, locking her eyes on his.
"Cristoff, it's me…it's me! Stop…take this…please…" She pleaded and recognition sharpened the dark blue eyes she loved so much. He drank what she gave him, then the next two vials, saying nothing, just staring at her, a hand coming up and touching her hair.
"Wendy…I'm so…sorry…" He breathed and she frowned, "No, I won't accept that, you have nothing to apologize for damn it. Now sit up, I need you to eat, drink, Gods…I know they haven't let you." She growled. He smiled faintly, she had to help him, propping pillows up behind him, but he obeyed, never taking his eyes off of her, kept reaching out and touching her but she stayed firmly in nurse mode, watched him eat every bit of what had been brought and drink some of the water before she would set it aside, then, and only then, did she lunge into his arms and let him hold her.
The waves of comfort, the feeling of being complete again washed over both of them. Though only separated by short distances for the last two days, what they had been enduring, especially what Cristoff had been going through, had put a heavy and severe strain on their bond. Cristoff had drifted in and out of reach on the all of the drugs that had been getting pumped into him. She could feel what Vander had brought helping him too.
She nuzzled into his neck, but after a few moments recoiled and smiled thinly at him. "There's a shower in the bathroom…" she said and he smiled "yeah…I'm going to need many…I don't think there's a soap strong enough…a day soaking in the Grass Sea under the moon sounds close to heaven to me right now." His voice was weak, the heavy collar they used to keep him in place on the table in the work area had done damage during his struggles against it.
Wendy itched to heal him, to smooth away all of the marks all over his body, her dragon was not pleased about any of them and neither was she. She pulled him to his feet, helped him to small bathroom and as she helped scrub him down he sighed into her hands.
His body felt bruised everywhere, he wouldn't say anything but his groin in particular from how hard Nuryev and the assortment of women including the Queen and her sister had been working on that part of him.
He'd not given them even a hint of what they wanted though, even when they had forced Wendys hands onto him, the dragon within knew she was being forced and recoiled from the forced contact, infuriated by her tears, by the inability to just tear the men hurting her apart.
Their bond protected him from giving in, his own natural resistance to poisons, toxins and drugs in spite of the magic dampeners clasped to his wrists and ankles coupled with the enhancement of holy magic gifted to him through immersion in immaculate light not that long ago had given him resistance to the drugs, the endless potions they had forced down his throat and injected into his veins.
Then there had been those moments his little brother had gotten to him, whispered encouragement, tipped vials of neutralizers into his mouth, told him help was coming, Wendy was still unharmed.
He chuckled faintly, feeling his body responding to his mates touch, smelling that hers was warming to his. "Enough of that…no play…Not until I can feel their life leave their bodies…" He breathed softly and Wendy nodded pressing her lips together, she certainly was not in the mood, no matter how her body felt.
The Dragon magic just wanted to feed the bond, it didn't care where they were, mending needed to be done and intimacy between them would speed that. It would wait though.
Cristoff held his hands against the tile wall as Wendy shut off the water and started drying him off, there was no shame in how weak he was, it ate at the edges of his feelings but Wendy had driven it away well enough. He could not help what they had done to him, but eating, cleaning away the stench of sex and the women helped him, not as much as laying on the bed and wrapping himself around Wendy though.
"Cristoff? Wendy? Is everything ok?" Lucys voice came and Wendy smiled nuzzling into Cristoffs neck and gratified not to be assaulted by the smells of nightmares anymore.
"Yes, he's weak…but he's ok." Wendy called back.
"Good, the clock is ticking now, hatavi venom is flowing through the Prince, his mother and his aunt…fucking Prince was a pain in the ass to get it into, but the Allsaidian dynasty wont last through the next 72 hours." Vanders voice rang into both cells and Cristofs eyes flew open, a brutal smile curling his lips.
"Hatavi? Good choice." He said hoarsely.
Wendy frowned, looking at Cristoff and he smiled at her, kissing her, he lacked the voice to explain, his throat was just about on fire, had been for some time.
"Hatavi are winged serpents that hunt over the Grass Sea in Bosco, they come in vivid colors, are really quite lovely and unless you're prey, not aggressive but they're extremely poisonous, their venom causes neurological break down and loss of motor control resulting in a slow, relatively painful death but it has the side effect of, when ingested, making the victim very tired, gradually paralyzing them, so by the time the pain begins, they can't even master the control to scream or blink or move so they can writhe in agony, all they can do is wait and suffer until they die, which, without help, takes about 72 hours." Vander explained.
"Aside from possibly Cobra being able to make one, there is no cure." Cristoff rasped and Wendy kissed him again.
"Important thing is, it's slow acting, they'll just act tired and think they need rest, the servants wont be alerted to anything being wrong." Vander said from the shadows.
Lucy shuddered, it was a horrific fate, but she couldn't feel bad for them, not after all they had done.
"I'll be back, I need to check in." Vander said and though they had neither seen nor had any hint he was there aside from his voice coming from nowhere, he left them and angled his way to the rooftop beneath a shaded cooling device that blew fresh chilled air into the palace.
He'd found it to be the best place to dodge the guards and patrols that kept the palace secure.
Kaleb answered on the first tone. "20 minutes, get them ready, we'll get them on board the ship then see to our mission here." Kaleb said by way of greeting.
"Hi big brother, great to see you, yeah I'm fine, Cristoff is beat to fuck but with Wendy right now and all three are currently safe in their cells. I'll clear out the immediate guards for the level they're on and get them ready, love you too." Vander replied and smirked when his brother rolled his eyes before the com went dark.
With that Vander smiled, drawing in his magic and moving swiftly back to the cell level, pulling daggers from their places on his thighs he came up behind the frist doorway and emerged from the guards own shadow, the daggers slicing deeply through the mans throat before thrusting up through the base of his skull as he went down gurgling, falling limp to the ground, dead before he hit it and Vander already gone into the shadows moving to his next target.
This was what he did, covert insertion and methodical elimination of targets, recovery of information and sometimes items, even people, he could easily carry a man his size through the shadows and get them out of just about anywhere.
His father used his skills often to rescue kidnapped children being held ransom, or in a few cases nobility in compromised locations.
Shadowquips were incredibly rare, to his knowledge he was the only one anywhere, he'd met shadow magic users, but none could do quite what he could, creating clothes, armor, weapons out of shadows and being able to stealth themselves even in direct light with no shadows around with certain types of armor he could create at will.
It was an endless little battle he dealt with, the shadows always had things in them that called, lured, tried to offer things to him, but he'd been born with this magic, his soul had made its choices long ago and he passed through the shadows as easily as air anymore.
One by one men and women fell dead to his blades or to a harsh twist of their heads snapping their necks, each body moved from easy view, cuts made to face corners or less obvious places where a sudden spray of blood wouldn't be glaringly obvious, he knew his work.
The level was clear of every living being except his nakama in less than 10 minutes, including a swift trip to the control room where the cameras fed to lacrima screens monitored by guards where the guards there were swiftly dispatched and the lacrima screens destroyed, all alarms disabled before he returned to the cells, keys on his belt and the cell lacrima that would disable the magic fields containing his nakama in hand.
Lucy stood, walking to the wall and ramming the crystal Vander had given to her into the hole she'd found, the crystal case snapped open and she snatched her keys from it, hugging them to her chest as Vander lowered the magic field on her cell and opened the door.
He tossed her the key to her manacles and moved to Wendy and Cristoffs cell, opening it and reaching out as his brother tried to walk but was still too weak to manage it well.
Propping him against the wall across from the cell Vander drew his pack from the shadows and handed Wendy clothes for his brother, the boxers and sleep pants he'd been in when they had abducted him were long since discarded and once the manacles were off Cristoffs ankles he silently helped his brother into clean pants and underwear while Wendy took the key and undid Cristoffs wrist manacles then her own, healing away the marks on his face and neck the moment magic flooded to her use.
His magic rushing back to him Cristoff leaned his head against the wall for moment and he pulled the tshirt Vander handed him over his head then leaned on his brother so he could pull boots onto his feet.
Grabbing Vander around the neck he yanked his brother to him and kissed his forehead "Thank you." He said quietly, the fierce conviction in his tone making Vander fail at trying to smirk at him, managing a crooked smile instead and swallowing a lump from his throat.
His older brothers were his greatest friends, of his entire family, short of their father and often Bickslow, Cristoff was who he turned to when he struggled with anything or needed someone to talk to.
Until he had been sent to Fairy Tail, Cristoff had been the greatest constant in his life, the person who, if for various reasons he couldn't go to their father, he always could rely on.
Watching his brother endure the last two days while powerless to stop it all had been the worst thing he had ever endured in his 19 years of life. Pouring that venom into those glasses, slipping it into Nuryevs tea, had been some of the most satisfying moments he'd ever enjoyed.
He'd watched Nuryev take Cristoff on several occasions right to the edge of death, watched the Queen do it, the combinations of drugs and potions and spells being used on him sometimes a deadly mixture their doctors were barely able to reverse before his brother had slipped too far away to recover.
More than once he'd nearly dove from the shadows to attack the people around Cristoff, ready to kill them all to save him, to stop his suffering, but if he had, he'd risk capture himself, risk his brothers life and if he escaped without freeing them, the Prince would have taken his brother and the women to somewhere even more secure than this wing of the Palace.
Vander froze, pressing his brother against the wall and melting away to shadow to fly to the end of the hall, one of his toys had gone off and he rushed to it to see what was moving their way, leaping out of the shadows to duck under Kalebs swiftly swung saber and hug his older brother before pointing down the hallway for Cobra who bolted past them.
Cobra saw Bickslows brother step out of thin air and watched him bend to avoid Kalebs hastily swung saber by a hairs width. The young mage was a cocky thing, no doubt about that, but his entire focus was on getting to Lucy, the Shadowquip seemed to know it, pointing down the hall when he met Cobras look and the Poison Slayer raced down the hallway. He smelled her, felt her before he saw her and as soon as he saw the blonde hair he reached and swung her up off the ground to crush her against him.
She wrapped herself around him tightly, kissing him fiercely, bruising his lips but he didn't care.
"I missed you!" She breathed against his mouth between kisses. Arms tight around his neck not letting him pull back, legs hard around his waist he pressed her against the wall across from where Cristoff was leaning beside Wendy and kissed her back.
"I love you Lucy." He whispered against her lips and she gasped, yanking herself back to stare at him "Who are you and where is my mate?" She smirked and he growled at her, not in the mood for teasing.
"You hear that?" Cristoff asked Wendy, grinning at the glaring Poison Slayer Wendy smirked "I heard it, he can't deny it now."
"I never fucking denied anything, fuck off, show me where the assholes are we're killing because I need to beat some ass." He growled.
Lucy kissed him again as Kaleb and the others reached them. Two crewmen from the Aisipal stepped forward to help Wendy with Cristoff and a moment later they teleported out of the hallway with the couple.
Kaleb looked at Lucy questioning and she narrowed her eyes "Oh I'm not leaving until I get some payback…" She told him and Cobra smirked, kissing her as he let her slide down to her feet.
"You're sexy when your vicious." He whispered and Lucy turned in his arms to face the others.
Vander smiled, clapping his hands together. "Right, so I guess I'm tour guide…come with me then, they've got some lovely scenic spots good for pictures while you're killing Sevenese assholes. I recommend the laboratory one floor down and if you want to deprive Nuryev of a slow painful death we could swing by the third floor, they have some nice wines and an assortment of aids and servants who deserve painful deaths." Vander said brightly making Lucy snort and Kaleb smack him in the shoulder.
"I want Nuryev…." Cobra growled. Vander nodded and Kaleb looked at the slayer and Lucy for a few moments before nodding "I agree, lets make certain the Allsaidians are extinct before we leave." Kaleb said and they headed to the elevator.
Nuryev was exhausted, laying on a chaise lounge in his chambers by the large windows that opened out onto his private balcony above the palace gardens. He had no idea how things had caught up to him like this, even a potion to invigorate him had helped only enough he wasn't already sleeping.
It was far from the first time he'd kept a schedule as tough as the last two days had been, and he knew he'd held up schedules more brutal and punishing for longer in the past too but after lunch he'd just badly needed to lay down and rest, dismissing the potion masters and physicians back to the laboratories and laying on his chaise to read some of the accumulated research and data collected on his three test subjects over the last couple of days.
He was pleased with what had come back on the Poison Slayers mate, she held treasure beyond just the fact he could control her and was certain he could use her to cripple and control her mate.
He couldn't touch her soul, the Dragon prevented that, but her mind he could take.
He just needed a good nights sleep, the slayers could wait, letting the male stay with his mate for the night would strengthen him but not enough they wouldn't be able to maintain use of him at least on the level they had been when his mother was done with her nap.
That she hadn't gotten tired sooner surprised him, she usually didn't even try to torment him as much as she had this Boscan Dragon Slayer.
He heard his door open behind him "I'd prefer tea over more wine Halsey, I'm very tired." He called. There was no immediate answer and her frowned, starting to turn to snap at the servant when a purple scaled taloned hand clamped over his throat and something grabbed his arm and clamped something heavy on his wrist, he felt his magic drain out of reach as his eyes flew wide and met a single narrowed amethyst one.
"Havati does that to you." The man before him sneered and Nuryev would have screamed for the guards but the hand around his throat was clamping too tightly for him to utter more than a rasping gurgle as talons pierced his skin.
The Blonde came to his shoulder and Nuryev knew then exactly who he was, Cobra…
"See, I'm a poison Dragon Slayer, I can smell that Havati venom, amazing snakes Havati…I used to have one, they're related to Dragons you know? They're venom is like wine to me, developed an antivenin for that beautiful stuff when I was still a child, it would be so easy for me to pump just a bit through my claws into your blood stream, stop the Havati from doing what it's going to do to you, you're a doctor, a "scientist" I'm sure you've heard of Havati venom, you had some dead ones in that nightmare of a lab you kept in ERA back in Fiore." The fingers tightened a moment then loosened, just barely enough for Nuryev to breathe.
He glared up at the man, hands uselessly pulling and clawing at the mans scaled arm, trying to strike him any way he could until a ginger haired man with blue glasses in a black suit appeared and wrenched his hands away from Cobra.
"I'm not going to do that though, you took my mate, kept her in a cage, tried to take her soul…hell, just the fact you scared her and those fucking manacles left bruises on her wrists is enough for me to kill you for. But then you tortured my kin too, our family. I could have just passed your room, let the Havati take you, Gods…you'd suffer pretty bad for hours while it killed you, but see, while Havati venom is pretty amazing…MY venom is better." He smiled, fangs glinting in the afternoon light.
He took Nuryevs wrist that wasn't in a manacle and stretched it under his mouth, smiling, letting drops of venom drip from his fangs onto the mans skin and Nuryev recoiled, tried to wrench his hand away but the slayer held it firm as the venom burned into his skin.
Nuryev could only whimper, still barely able to pull air through his throat in the slayers grip.
"You'll be paralyzed in minutes now instead of hours, and my venom wont be kind like the Havati, no, you'll want to be screaming soon, writhing in pain as it breaks down your less vital organs first, liquifies them in your body, as the toxins build up, infection starts, it will advance fast, it might kill you before the Havati does, it might not, I'm not sure really…" He bit the mans wrist, fangs sinking deep into him and he felt the venom pump into him, burn its way into his blood stream.
Cobra released him then, and he sank back on the chaise lounge wide eyed, horror filling his face as Cobra smiled at him. "There might be a way, if anyone finds you today, that they could stop the Havati, I doubt it, I know there's no cure for that yet, no antivenin known, just mine, but my venom?" he chuckled standing up and pulling his mate to his side, kissing her and pushing her golden hair from her face with that purple scales hand, tender, gentle handling her, very unlike what it had just done to him.
"My venom, absolutely will kill you you son of a bitch. Your mother and aunt are both pumped full of Havati too, your bloodline, by the time we're done here, will be gone, the Allsaidians are no more and Seven will fall. That's what happens when sick fucks like you fuck with Fairy Tail and its Dragon Slayers." He sneered, and turned, pulling his mate with him, the ginger haired man falling in right behind them as they left his room.
Nuryev already couldn't move, the realization making horror flood through him as he stared out the window, unable to even move his eyes, all he could do was breathe and blink as a burning pain started to form in several places in his body….
Kaleb stood back, wiping his saber off on the sheets of the bed, Queen Kressa was dead, Vander leaned against the wall looking annoyed "You know the poison would have been more painful…seriously, she deserved it, this…this was too quick…you didn't see what she did to Cristoff…I did." He said.
Kaleb sheathed his saber, walking toward him "Gajeel and Laxus have hopefully handled the queens sister, I don't want to leave here with even the smallest chance they might survive. The King ordered them dead, the laboratory destroyed along with all of the research stored in this wing, we'll set the explosives you set off as we leave to handle that, and I don't doubt Cobra will make sure Nuryev is dead so no pouting." He smiled shoving Vander over so he could walk past him back into the hall.
They met a grim looking Laxus and Gajeel. "Done, the paralysis already had her anyway, one shot from Sparky and she was through." Gajeel said. Laxus rolled his eyes and the men headed for the elevator, meeting Cobra, Lucy and Loke there.
Kaleb and Vander looked curiously at Loke but seeing Laxus ruffle the mans ginger hair as he passed and the pair shrugged, following the others into the elevator to get up to the roof so they could get back aboard the Aisipal.
Thirty minutes later, as the Aisipal rose up to a better altitude for high speed flight, explosions rocked the palace below and alarms rang out all through Hasta. The Boscan Gunship, neatly stealthed, was never seen, and it was assumed everyone, including the Royal family, all of the concubines, the labs, everything, was lost in those explosions. Who set them, nobody knew.
Vander sat at the ready room table, eyeing his brothers. They were at full steam for the Capital of Bosco. Everyone had agreed to give Cristoff his request, and Kaleb was currently contemplating one from Vander.
Bickslow was sitting back, his girlfriend, who Vander had to admit was seriously hot, sitting beside him and, he was made a little uneasy by this, Kalebs woman…Kaleb suddenly HAD a woman, he'd met her and all, been around her for more than a week but still it was shocking to think Kaleb had a woman who tolerated his cool excessively level headed to the point of dull demeanor, and she was pretty smoking hot too.
When had his brothers had time to find and establish relationships with beautiful women? It seemed like it hadn't been all that long since Cristoff had been teaching him, via showing him, with four gorgeous women he'd met at one of the clubs in White Sea, all older than even Cristoff, leaving Vander just about dumbfounded he was getting to participate and learn this way, how to please more than one woman at a time.
That really hadn't been that long ago…had it? Now Cristoff was curled up with his mate and wife…committed TWICE to her, as if once weren't enough. Granted, he was beat to hell, had been drugged and tortured nearly to death repeatedly for a couple of days and nights but aside from a hug and a thank you for Vander he'd clearly wanted to be with Wendy and had retreated to the captains own quarters, that she insisted they take so Cristoff could rest well and Wendy could care for him.
"I'll make you a deal." Kaleb finally said and Vander leaned closer to the table. "Get two solid take overs on her, no fucking bunnies or ridiculous pink birds or the damned strip tease kitten bullshit, actual combat worthy take overs, complete a single job with her and we'll call it good."
Vander groaned, his head hitting the table with an audible thunk. "Does she have to survive the job?" He asked. Kaleb rolled his eyes "I'm going to rest until we reach Pelerno." He said, leaving the ready room and heading for the bunk area.
Bickslow was smiling at his baby brother, he loved Vander, by far the most adventurous of all of them, his brother was fun at his own level and Bickslow had always loved that about him, they had always gotten along really well, their brands of smart ass matched.
"Cheer up Vander, Lisannas a brat but she's lost her pampering support system, you might make headway quicker than you think." He said.
"That's right, and if you want help with drilling her I will be happy to assist you." Erza said. Both Bickslow and Vander pressed their lips together.
"If I wanted to drill her I think I'm better equipped than you Erza…" Vander snickered "Unless you want to hold her still…"
Erza frowned at first then it finally dawned on her and she blushed but glared at Vander and punched Bickslow, snickering quietly beside her, in the arm.
Since it was Erza he was proud he didn't yelp and reached up to rub it, certain it would bruise but it didn't slow his humor down any.
"You said it honey." He pointed out.
"I was offering help with training…not sex." Erza snapped.
"Well damn, because you're a lot hotter than the brat…to be honest, there's nothing hot about that girl, pretty to look at but once that mouth opens…ugly as hell." Vander said unhappily.
Bickslow smirked at him "You'd so tap that though." He said.
Vander glared at him, then it faded quickly into a smirk "Yeah…yeah I'd still fuck her… if her sister weren't a Demon and her brother weren't as big as a damn tree."
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Pelerno sat about a hundred miles from the border with Fiore along the Western shore of the Grass Sea it was the largest Airship port in Earthland, a hub for trade all over. The consulate rose up some 60 stories beside the massive port and Bickslow pointed it out to Erza as the Aisipal was maneuvering into its assigned dock.
"My oldest brother Farron and my father work there. 58th floor is all devoted to my Father and the work he does." Bickslow said smiling. He'd been leaning on the railing on the front of the ship with Erza pointing things out as they came into the capital.
Erza was wide eyed. She'd been into Bosco a couple of times on jobs but had never seen its largest city and she had to admit, it was spectacular. Bosco boasted a larger population than Fiore, close to 30 million. It's government, known as the Steel Council, was famous for how strategic it was, carefully guarding the rich history of the country while at the same time using Boscos prosperous fleets of Airships to grow its commerce and foreign trade into every country on Earthland.
The city was clean, modern, beautiful really, with tall white buildings designed to fit into the mountains that rose behind it, and the Grass Sea that stretched out before it. On either side lush farmland stretched out through gently rolling foothills. The Palace tucked up against the mountains, rising white against the darker rock of those mountains.
A large SE-car was waiting for them, bear consulate insignia and flags and everyone piled into it for the ride just outside the city to the Pradesh family estate.
"You grew up here Bix?!" Lucy breathed, looking wide eyed out the windows as they moved through the busy streets.
"Yup, Dad adopted me when I was 5 after my parents were killed, was here until I was 15 and moved to Fiore to join Fairy Tail with my best friend." He said, kicking Laxus' boot, the Lightning Mage gave him a mild smile, preoccupied watching the familiar sights go by. He'd spent time here himself, a lot in fact after he was banished.
"What is that amazing smell? Like…flowers and citrus and water?" Erza asked suddenly and Lucy nodded at her, she'd been enjoying that herself, it was familiar and she wasn't sure why.
"The Grass Sea, that's what you smell, it's always like that, refreshing…beautiful." Bickslow said wistfully.
"You'll see people walking oddly, be certain not to stare or comment or offer to help them. Those who live on the Grass Sea walk oddly because they are adjusted to life on its moving surface, the walk is actually a point of pride, and considered honored, so be aware of that. Clan Born are very proud." Kaleb warned. Lucy had already noticed a few, people walking like they were swaying and about to fall over, like dizzy or really drunk was as close as she could come to a comparison.
She'd read about the Grass Sea, it was part of a standard geography course, Bosco was famous for it. The Grass Sea covered the heart of the country, spanning hundreds of miles. It was a shallow inland sea with rich waters fed by massive underground sources, no more than 50 feet deep in its deepest places, in some areas as shallow as 4-10 feet it was completely covered by a tightly woven mesh of thick lush plants of hundreds of varieties, anchored by a beautiful lush green grass.
The plants fed off the Sea, the sun, but also the moon and Lucy was really looking forward to seeing the "Lights of the Sea" when the moon came out and the luminous plants of the Grass Sea would glow in a broad spectrum of colors.
They left the city and crossed some farmland then drove right along the shore of the Grass Sea for a few miles before the car finally turned inland and rolled through the gates onto an estate.
As they pulled up in front of a massive two story house the color of the sand of the beach that came right onto the property with black shutters and a large white granite front porch. Standing on the porch was a tall man with black hair peppered with silver wearing a consulate suit smiling.
"Dad!" Bickslow called, out the door almost before the car stopped. The Seith mage bounded up the steps and hugged his father so hard he almost lifted the man off the ground. "Bickslow! Gods it's good to see you!" The man was smiling, Vander and Kaleb did nearly the same as Bickslow, even Laxus was pulled into a crushing hug by the tall man. Gajeel and Cobra hung back, standing near the door as Wendy came out, Gajeel reaching in to help Cristoff out of the car.
The day it had taken to reach Pelerno had done him some good but he was still shaky, still dealing with the after effects of all of the drugs in spite of Wendys best efforts.
Arman Pradesh noticed and hurried down the stairs, concern all over his face. "The Kings own physician is here waiting to help with this…oh Cristoff…" Arman hugged his son, taking in the tired eyes and pained expression that was so unlike his second youngest son.
Everyone was ushered by the insistent man into the house, Vander and Bickslow heading for the kitchen, Bickslow pulling Erza along with him. "If Mr. Eland has been cooking there's gonna be lots to eat, he makes Strawberry cake too!" He chuckled.
They all filed in, servants coming to show everyone to their rooms while Arman took Cristoff and Wendy through the house and out onto a massive deck that stretched out over the grass and sand. A covered area along the back deck held a beautiful rock formation that spilled water in a waterfall down into a huge steaming pool.
"My families hot bath, fed by water from the sea…" Cristoff told Wendy who was looking wide eyed at it.
A short somewhat portly man was smiling, dressed in gaudy orange shorts and a brightly printed orange and white shirt."
"Dr. Reyard…" Arman smiled "My son Cristoff."
The Doctor moved in, two nurses flanking him.
"Exposed to a lot of mind altering and body control potions and drugs in Seven right? Lets get you stripped down and into the water here my boy so you can start soaking and I can pull some blood and run some tests ok?" The Doctor said.
Arman showed Wendy a screened area where he encouraged her to help Cristoff change into some swim shorts before he helped his son into the steaming waters.
"While they get started why don't you change into a swimsuit so you can join him in the water my dear?" Arman offered. Wendy nodded, hurrying back inside to find Lucy, hoping maybe her friend might be able to help her since Wendy was still in a borrowed dress.
Lucy actually came out of her room carrying a small stack of clothes and grinned when she saw Wendy.
"Wendy! Virgo got these for you! There's a swim suit since I know we're hitting the beach tonight once the moon is up." The blonde called. Wendy gratefully took the clothes "Thank you Lucy, I'll pay you and Virgo back!" She said, Lucy shook her head "Don't worry about it honey, just get your man better, you and Cristoff are in the room across from Cobra and I…now…if you'll excuse me…I haven't seen my man in a few days…" She winked and Wendy smiled, turning to her own door while Lucy retreated back to her own room.
Wendy walked into the room and stopped, looking around for a moment. The bedroom was large, had its own private bathroom, and looked out over the front lawns and driveway of the house. A huge king sized bed dominated one side with dark gray blankets and black pillows very similar to the ones Cristoff had picked out for the bedroom in their home in Magnolia.
There were pictures on the dresser, she recognized Bickslow, Kaleb, Vander, Emzadi, there was also a woman with long black hair and another man, with deep mahogany colored hair and pale blue eyes.
She saw Cristoff, varying ages of her husband, and her breath hitched when she saw the picture on the wall of a young Cristoff, maybe 7, standing between the taloned feet of a massive dark blue dragon with shining silver eyes.
Cristoff was hugging the creatures face, the affection in its eyes clear. It was a beautiful, elegant dragon, with a long curving neck and curled horns protruding from the sides of the back of its head. It had to be Nurem, the Dragon who had taught Cristoff his magic.
What struck her most was he had several pictures of it, a few with the massive creature laying down, his whole family between its feet, it made her ache for Grandeeney. She had no pictures like that of her dragon. Her family.
Shaking her head she hurried to the bathroom to change into the black bikini Virgo had provided, smiling and shaking her head, of course Lucys spirit would select something like this for her. There was a knock and Wendy hurried to the door, finding a maid bowing.
"Mrs Pradesh, I am Lessia, head maid for the estate. Mr. Pradesh has asked me to get your size and pick up some clothes for you. I understand you will only be here a couple of days, but you were deprived of your own and your father and husband both wanted me to get you enough you might join the other women tomarrow morning for a shopping trip in some clothes that fit you…" The woman said.
Wendy smiled…she didn't get called Mrs. Pradesh often….she liked it. She gave the woman the information while they walked down the stairs so she could get back to Cristoff.
A few hours later, Cristoff was pulling himself from the hot water, refusing help, wanting to see if his body was responding better.
It felt like it. The Doctor had isolated the toxins still present in him and given him reversals for them, ordered him to soak more, especially once the moon was up, then everyone including the doctor and the nurses, went to the large tables and chairs on the deck where Mr. Eland, who was the chef for the estate, had set out a huge meal.
Once fed, everyone who wasn't already in them, put on their bathing suits and went to the beach as the sun had set, Cristoff smiling, taking Wendys hand "The moon will rise over there…" He said, pointing to a spot on the horizon as he led her down the beach.
He was walking fine, in spite of the sand, ignoring the fact Bickslow was hovering, just in case. There were lounges out on the beach and as it got darker and the moon finally crested and started to rise, Wendy stood in wide eyed wonder as the Grass Sea responded to the moonlight and lit up.
Colors like a rich sunrise radiated out as far as the eye could see and a warm breeze rich with the invigorating scent of the water blew over them. Cristoff led her out into the water, the plants were thin at the edge and she was surprised by the warmth of the water and how it felt on her skin.
Cristoff sank into the water and she slid against him, pushing at the soft plants that floated around them glowing. She could see Erza and Bickslow splashing each other, Bickslow trying to keep the redhead from getting a good grip on him to try and drag him down under the water.
Kaleb was on a lounge on the beach, talking to someone on his lacrima. Freed was floating among some plants looking serene until Laxus and Gajeel got to him, hefting him from the water and tossing him, the man screeched very much like a girl.
Lucy and Cobra were a little ways off, enjoying the water, but mostly each other, and Wendy smiled, eyes widening as she saw Laxus get hefted out of the water and tossed by Emzadi and Natsu, who had teamed up and were chasing a growling Gajeel after flinging the Lightning Slayer out past Freed.
The group then descended into a water war, an unspoken agreement not to use magic as they all tried to half drown each other among the glowing plants. They left the two couples alone though, everyone respected both couples needs to have a little time to themselves after what they had just been through.
Natsu picked himself up, managing to establish up from down after being skipped like a stone by Laxus, grinning he started back, staying low among the floating plants, seeking a target when he saw Emzadi emerge from the water a short distance away. Bickslow and Erza had ganged up on her after she'd soaked them both.
She stood up from the water, pushing her hair back from her face, arms stretched up to manage the long tresses so she could start tying a ribbon around them to hold them out of her way. Natsus mouth went dry, all thoughts of mischief leaving his mind as he watched her breasts strain against the deep blue halter top, golden chains adorned it, like most of what Emzadi wore, the little blue thong bottom of the swimsuit boasted more of the chains, dangling over her rounded behind. Full red lips parted slightly as she leaned her head back so she could catch all of her hair in the ribbon while water ran down her smooth tan skin, over tattoos similar to the ones her brothers had, declaring her clan, and, down her right side, from just below the side of her breast all the way to her knee was a golden dragon.
He'd not noticed when they had come out and run into the water, she'd worn a robe of sheer blue silk down to the beach, shedding it when he'd suggested they get Laxus and running after him to help.
The three days to Seven he'd been torn between guilt and happiness, in essence, guilty because he'd been happy he was spending time with Emzadi and not even Bickslow was trying to stop him.
Confined to the ship with nothing to do they had talked a great deal, played games and just stared off the ship at the sky. She was sharp, brilliantly so, had a powerful love for life and deep commitment to her family. She wasn't shy, held nothing back, and was always honest. She played no games, didn't act shy or confused around him, didn't flirt unless it was direct, and when she did that she usually laughed at his reactions.
She noticed him then, smiling down at him and she sank down into the water and glided right up to him. "Are you planning another attack?" She asked with her bright smile, orange eyes awash in colors like a sunrise reflected off the glowing plants all around them. The oranges and golds, pinks and blues were brilliant.
He shook his head, unable to think of anything to say and her smile changed. "Your heart is beating faster Fire Slayer, I can feel the heat rising on you…what are you thinking?" She asked softly.
"That I want to kiss you." Natsu replied bluntly, he had never been good at dancing around things or hiding anything.
Her smile held and she moved closer to him, her hands gliding onto his shoulders. "So then kiss me Dragon Slayer…or are all Fioran Slayers so shy and afraid?" She asked in a challenge and he growled at her, his dragon thrilling when her eyes instantly dilated at the sound before she narrowed them.
"Careful Little Dragon…I have claws and fangs too…" She warned, her growl ending his control over himself, he pulled her to him hard, crashing his lips over hers, drinking the end of her growl in.
His dragon keened inside of him and he heard it, clear, loud within him Our mate! This female, so powerful, her fire is sweet, take her…claim her…
MINE
He didn't have the desire to pursue that, to listen, he was lost in sensation, the scent of her, the spicy cinnamon taste as his tongue plunged into her mouth and slid against hers. She was pressing against him, legs wrapping around him beneath the water, long red nails running through his hair.
He could feel her sharp fangs as his tongue explored her mouth, his hands sliding to her firm rear, pulling her tight against him, smooth warm skin filling his hands as she tilted her head, slanting her lips, sucking his lower lip into her mouth to run a sharp fang over it and he growled at her again, heart racing when she purred in response.
Gods, no woman responded like this, he hadn't been with a lot, but none held a candle to this, none felt like this, like fire in his arms and when she ground her hips against him he moaned into her mouth.
"I have to have you…I must…Natsu…" She breathed, rubbing her body against him, purring as she trailed hot kisses from his jaw to his ear then bit his ear making him hiss.
"Fuck…Emi…where?" He managed, he couldn't last, couldn't hope to resist her, his dragon was losing its mind.
Emzadi pulled him under the water then, dragging him with her, around the others, angling in to the house and from the water she led him to a side door and swiftly upstairs, yanking him into a room and slamming the door, driving the lock shut while he stood, dazed, and then she was on him again.
He was shoved hard, flying backwards to collide with a large bed and he snarled at her, watching her eyes flash, her full red lips pull into a wicked smile as she stalked toward him and he crouched.
"Pretty rough for a pretty girl…" He growled.
She widened her eyes "Oh!? Did I hurt you? If all you want is a soft gentle woman don't tease a Dragoness little Fire Slayer." She mocked and he narrowed his eyes.
"There's nothing little about me…" He warned and she laughed "So says every man…I will be the judge." She growled back at him defiantly.
YES! She's perfect! His dragon raged and he ignored it, holding a defensive stance as she got closer, curled her lips back to bare her fangs.
"Have I scared you? I'll leave, go back to the water if you've suddenly realized I'm too much for you…it would be far from the first time a man has cowered away from my bed." She said.
Natsu smirked "You talk a lot…how about we change to words into moans?" He lunged forward and she spun, avoiding his hand, twisting grabbing his shoulder, shoving him hard so he flew back onto the bed and she was on top of him.
NO! She can't dominate us, she can not ride us! We'll never be able to mate with her if we let her dominate us! His dragon screamed and Natsu fisted his hand in her hair, thrusting forward and slamming her onto her back, kissing her roughly while he pinned her beneath him.
She writhed, snarling and bending her body, kissing him back, running her tongue up his neck as she tried to get the upper hand again but he stayed just that slight bit ahead of her, finally catching her wrists, getting them into one of his hands and pinning them over her head.
One tug on a string and the bikini bottom was gone and Natsus fingers slid over her exposed center, earning him his first moan from the Solar Dragon. He fumbled a little, wriggling from his own damp swim trunks then removing the halter top, delighted it was another simple thing to get off of her, but his breath caught at the sight of her naked beneath him.
As soon as he was distracted she bucked her body, almost tossing him off her completely, and they wrestled across the bed, snarling and growling until he focused himself, collected all his strength and with a powerful heave of his body slammed her down on her back again, catching her wrists and pressing them against the bed by her head as he thrust his hips forward and roughly, suddenly drove his hardened erection into her.
She groaned as he sank into her, then the sound turned into a purr as his hips met hers. "Ahh…not small…you weren't just boasting…" She breathed, then lunged up and kissed him, rolling her hips to encourage him and he smiled, bringing a hand down to grip her hip as he started snapping his hips in a rough, firm rhythm that had her making the most incredible sounds.
Purrs and growls, hisses and snarls, both hers and his own filled the room as they worked each others bodies, Natsu kissed her everywhere he could reach, driving harder and harder into her, his skin burning, flames starting to sprout and roll, she was heated, hot in places even to him, and she growled "Deeper…I need more.." she pleaded. And he pulled away, making her whimper until he drug her up, rolled her over to her hands and knees and grabbing her hips, pushing her shoulders down, he slammed back into her and she gasped.
After several minutes, and delighted at her ragged breathing moans and purrs, he lifted one of her legs, pulling it back around him and thrust harder, faster, until he felt her body tensing, her hot center clamping down on him. He dropped her leg, grasping her hair again, pulling her back and she came up, her back pressing against his chest as his arm came around her and he clenched his teeth, she snarled out her release and he couldn't resist it, being drug with her into his own, feeling himself spill into her and he bit her, sinking his teeth into her, her hot blood spilling into his mouth, her body milking him dry and he pulled his fangs out of her, licking over the bite as she hissed.
"No!...No!" She snarled, twisting and slamming him down on the bed to glare furiously down at him, golden scales covering her arms, long talons at his throat.
"You fool! I like you! I don't want to kill you!" She hissed and he was just too damn sated, too happy with what he'd done to care in that moment, reaching up and pulling her down to kiss her his move surprised her so much she didn't even resist, lips softening under his, scales receding, her hands back in his hair she pulled back, frowning at him, her eyes sad, almost frightened.
"You marked me…challenged me…Natsu…I really like you, you're a good person…I can't fight you, not like that…I can't…" He frowned, there were tears in her eyes, actual tears, and when he reached up to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips.
"I'll win Emi…I always win…I like you too…Gods so much…I want to love you…I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, my dragon wants you, so clear so strong tonight it's told me over and over to claim you…" He said, still happy, not understanding why she wasn't. They got along so well, enjoyed so many of the same things, she even liked to fucking fish!
"No! I've killed an S-class fire mage who tried…" She was crying now, and he frowned, his dragon even becoming upset, why was their woman sad? "I'm not just a Fire Mage Emi, I'm a Fire Dragon Slayer, the son of Igneel, brother to Rubystraza, I can and will beat you, claim you, and make you my mate." He started kissing her again, smiling wickedly, hardening again as he moved his body over hers "and after…we can go away for a while, be alone…" he purred, kissing her, dragging kisses down to her breasts, he hadn't bothered with them before but he wanted to now, this time he was going to take his time, enjoy his mate to bes delicious body.
"We can fuck and fish for a few weeks…I know a great spot…" He murmured against her skin. "Natsu…Gods…I want that…but you don't understand…I have killed a powerful mage that tried, I've killed two!...No…No….I'm so sorry…" she threw him from her, so strong in that moment he had no hope of stopping her and she was gone, whispered a spell and vanished in a flaring burning swirl of blinding light.