BlackLynx17: I am going to try updating several chapters at a time in the next couple of days to finish this. Please excuse the lack in mistakes and junk like that since I do not have a beta and I will not be taking as much time as I normally would in getting these chapters out.
Title: Love At First Sight
Secret Title: Pirate Love
Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.
Chapter Forty-Two
Irresistible
What Wendy didn't include in her calculations about getting Mest pissed drunk was how drunk she would get as well. She didn't plan on it at all, she swore to never get drunk ever again after embarrassing herself with Sherria and lighting her own pants on fire. Mest wasn't watching her though, because he was out having drinking contests with everyone (since Erza was forcing him), and she only meant to have two... which turned to three, to four, which turned into a headache and now she's having a small rough time thinking straight. It's just so hard to refuse her friends when they're all dancing and singing and having fun! She wants to have fun too! No, she can't forget her mission. Wendy narrows her face, serious face on, and looks around for Mest. She finds Erza instead, and she winks and motions over to where her husband is. That was the signal!
Wendy gets up and stumbles her way to the table. She takes a deep breath and tries to concentrate, walking in a straight light over to Mest who is nursing a mug in his hand as he glares over at Laxus.
"Mest," she pouts pulling at his arm.
"In a minute love, I need to remind these fools why I'm captain," Mest tells her and downs his mug down.
Like hell he'll let these people out drink him. Erza frowns a little, the plan going a bit too well. If he gets anymore drunk he won't even be able to stay awake. She stands up from the table and staggers over to Laxus, punching him across the face and knocking his drink over. An argument ensues right after and Wendy tries to get Mest's attention again and keep him out of the fight. He isn't going to sleep with her if he's in pain.
"Mest! Mest! I'm tired!" She cries out at him.
"Hmm, what? Tired? Then go to sleep baby, I'll be there shortly. Erza! Beat his ass!" Mest laughs leaning back in his seat.
Wendy pouts her bottom lip out, she's not backing down.
"Mest, I think someone spiked my drinks. I don't feel so good," she decides to play next.
That surely caught her husband's attention. His head immediately turned to meet her eyes, his eyes scanning her up and down. She was swaying back and forth, her cheeks were flustered red. He sniffed the air- she did smell like alcohol.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT GETTING MY WIFE DRUNK?!" Mest explodes out, swords and guns drawn.
Wendy jumps up from the surprise and holds her heart, trying to stop it from racing. That came completely out of nowhere... at least she has his attention now. Maybe just one more little push? Wendy pretends to sway even worse before falling over on the ground. Mest drops all his weapons in an instant and picks her up in his arms, shaking her gently.
"Wendy, Wendy." He calls out.
"Bedroom," Wendy opens her eyes and tells him.
Mest nods and picks her up, walking them through the crowd. Wendy wraps her arms around Mest's neck and smiles to herself. Yes, she's done it. Now if only the next part goes smoothly. When they start heading downstairs Wendy leans over and places small kisses against Mest's neck. Up and down it, licking his earlobe before she tugged it with her teeth. Mest gives out a grunt as his leg buckles for a second. He quickly heads for their room, kicking the door open with his foot, and dropping Wendy onto the bed. She eeps as she falls, totally not prepared for that.
"Sleep," he orders.
"Mest! Mest! Come here!" Wendy whines, holding out her arms for him.
Mest gives her a look as he walks over. His wife just smiles innocently at him as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down. Her lips attach to his and she's sucking his bottom lip desperately, trying to force her tongue inside of his mouth and get him heated up. She kicks off her boots and wraps her legs around him. Mest groans as he growls, hovering over her as he meets her desperate kisses.
"Fuck me Mest," she gasps out when he starts sucking on her neck.
One minute he's giving her a hickey and the next he's chuckling on top of her.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" He laughs harder, pulling back.
"No! Mest! I need you! Please, I need you!" Wendy starts to beg.
"Wendy, my love, you don't need to beg. I'll always be yours, whenever you need me. I'm not going to fuck you into our mattress though." Mest hums kissing her lips softly, "I'm going to have you scream my name in pleasure as I make love to you nice and gently."
Wendy growls out in anger, completely frustrated, "I don't want that! I want it rough! You better fuck me Mest Gryder or so help me!"
Mest thinks this is all a joke and starts laughing harder to himself. Wendy growls and punches him in the chest, pushing him away from him. She turns and grabs her pillow, throwing it in his face.
"You're an asshole Mest! I hate you!" She screams.
"I'm the asshole?! For wanting to treasure you?!"
"Yes! Fuck you!"
"Fuck me?!"
"Yup! Either fuck me or go fuck yourself! I know what I want, so you better give it to me or else I'll find someone else!"
She's completely bluffing, completely. Of course she would never do that. A sober Mest would know she would never do that, but a drunk off his ass Mest wouldn't. That's exactly what this Mest does as he stares at her, eyes flashing red.
"If you think I'll let someone lay their fucking hands on you, you must be out of your fucking mind Wendy!"
"Then why don't you fuck me straight then?!"
"Because you couldn't handle it if I fucked you straight!"
"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?! I'm no longer that scared, naive princess Mest! I am a grown woman and a grown woman needs to get fucked one in a whil-" Wendy doesn't finish her sentence.
Mest reaches out and grabs her mouth. He glares down at her and he starts ripping her shirt off, buttons flying all over as he tugs at them.
"Fine, don't forget you asked for this though wife."
He removes his hand and slams their mouths together, sucking on her lips, shoving his tongue is her mouth, demanding everything from her. Wendy moans into the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. She squeals when she feels Mest tug her hair and pull her off.
"No touching," he growls out.
He grabs her hands and holds them above her head. His eyes are glowing in the night as he glares at her sharply.
"If you break the rule again I'll have to punish you."
Wendy smirks, this finally being what she wanted to experience, "you promise?"
Mest ignores her and kisses down her chest, pinching her nipples as he works his way down to her pants. Wendy moans out loudly, holding her hands together as she starts to feel herself soak between her legs. Mest begins to undo her belt, dragging her pants off leaving her completely naked. Without warning he pushes two fingers inside of her vagina and Wendy cries out, moaning out loudly as she opens her legs wider.
"Yes, yes Mest, yes!" She moans out.
Mest starts scissoring her, opening his fingers up and closing them, over and over again, wanting to bring her up, bring her over the edge, before he pulls out of her. Wendy groans out loudly in frustration as her climax is denied and she reaches out to pull Mest against her again.
"No, please Mest! Please!" She begs.
Mest just grabs her hands and pulls them away, "you broke the rule."
Without warning, he grabs her hips and spins her around. Wendy gasps as she is placed on her chest, her ass hanging in the air. She screams when a swift hand smacks against her back side.
"This is what you wanted, right? It rough? Spankings?"
It hurts, it hurts, but it feels so good! She doesn't know whether to scream out in pain or in pleasure, so she does both as she balls her hands into the covers. Mest spanks her until her ass is red. The pain between his legs is going out of control and if he doesn't fuck her soon he's going to explode. He looks at her quivering figure, thinking about taking her from behind. No, he doesn't want that. He wants to see her face. He wants to see her eyes while he fucks her senseless. Mest grabs Wendy and picks her up. He slams her against the wall, listening to her moan, and Wendy has enough common sense to wrap her arms and legs around him so she doesn't fall down.
Mest just stares at her before he's shoving himself inside, deep inside, trying to hit her g-spot and have her climax in one stride. Wendy squeezes her eyes closed and starts moaning out in pleasure. No, that won't do. While he humps her into the wall he reaches out and tugs on her hair, forcing her eyes open.
"Look at me," he growls.
Wendy opens her eyes and stares at her husband. Every moan, every twitch, every pant, he watches it all on her face as he pounds inside of her. Her walls close tightly around him and she screams as she climaxes. Mest grunts loudly as he keeps going, it not enough, it never being enough. He wants more, deeper, wetter, tighter, faster, he leans down and bites her neck hard as he fucks her harder and harder until she's screaming his name again.
Mest climaxes and takes a deep breath. He looks at his wife's expression on her face and grins brightly, leaning over to kiss her lips once gently.
"Let's do that again."
Kill him. Kill him now. Whatever headache he's feeling right now, he hasn't felt in a long time. He hasn't drunk like that in a long, long time, before his wife's time. What in the world got into him last night to change that?
"Mest?"
Mest groans and opens his eyes, seeing his wife's face directly across from his. She's smiling softly at him and reaches out to stroke his cheek.
"I feel like shit."
She giggles, "I'm sorry, I'm feeling pretty good right now."
He grumbles as he stares into her eyes and narrows his eyes, "I remember you telling me that you were drunk."
"Just a little bit. I may have over-exaggerated it a little bit so you would come with me to our room."
Mest frowns at her, "why would you do that?"
Her face flusters and she looks down, embarrassed. Mest blinks as memories comes back, of her blushing face, of her loud moans and cries, of him fucking her against the wall, and then on the floor, before finally fucking her into the mattress until they passed out. His eyes widen and he gets up, regretting it as pain floods through his system.
"Fucking shit, ow!" He groans holding his forehead.
"Mest, are you alright?" Wendy asks getting up with him.
"Are you shitting me?! Am I alright? I treated you roughly last night, I fucked you too hard! Are you alright Wendy?! I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I never meant to... to... to-"
Mest stops his apologies when he sees his wife's expression. She is smiling lightly, practically glowing, an expression of pure happiness and satisfaction as she looks at him.
"I'm fine. Even when you were rough with me, you were still kind. I've never felt that good before... please Mest? Can we do that again? One day?"
She's pouting out her brushed lip, the scent of their stench in their air, her hair wild, sex face on full blast as she stares at him like some sort of god. She's begging him to act like an animal and he's finding it very hard to say no.
"I want you inside me again, forcing your way, holding me tightly, manhandling me, spreading my legs wide as you have your way," she goes on to describe.
She crawls into his lap and leans over to whisper in his ear, "making me scream your name, making me forget my own. Come on Mest, I'm begging you. I love all sides to you, your soft and gentle side, your smart ass side, your rough side, every piece of you I want to know and love. I want to experience all of it and love all of it. Please Mest? Please husband?"
Mest groans and smashes their lips together desperately, "alright, we have to set some ground rules though before I fuck you like that again and we have to wait until all your bruises heal."
Wendy smiles brightly at him.
"And stop looking so smug!"
"I can't help it, I love you so much." She smiles even brighter.
"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky I find you so fucking irresistible." Mest growls and kisses her again.
Wendy giggles into the kiss, "I think you mean that you're lucky that I find you so irresistible."