AU where Lucy did not succeed in running away from home
The Dragon Gets an Heiress
When Jude Heartfilia called Lucy to his office, she wasn't sure what to expect. Would he assign her more business lessons? Would he reprimand her for her cold behavior towards potential suitors? There were a million things Lucy could have done wrong to garner her father's attention. She gathered her skirts and made her way down the hall to his office, chest tight with anxiety. Upon reaching his door, Lucy let out a heavy breath before pulling herself together, heiress persona fully in place.
"You wished to speak with me, father?" Lucy stopped a few feet in front of her father's desk.
"Yes." Jude shuffled papers on his desk before looking up at his daughter. Hands folded on top of his desk, he cleared his throat. "You are 17 years old now and as such, it is time for you to accept someone's hand in marriage."
"But father—"
"No buts, Lucy. I already gave you another year, do not force my hand," Jude sternly said.
Lucy bowed her head. "Of course, father."
"Now, since we will have many esteemed guests at your party this weekend, I have taken the liberty to hire mages from a guild I read about. They're a rowdy bunch, that lot, but I have been assured that the team I hired is the best they have."
Lucy was intrigued by this. Her maids snuck Sorcerer Weekly magazines in between the large boxes that held her new gowns delivered every week, so she knew a thing or two about mages and their affiliated guilds.
"If I may ask father, what guild did you hire to do this job?" Lucy clenched her skirts in her fists, both anxious and excited for her father's answer.
"Fairy Tail," Jude replied simply. "I've hired the best mages they have to offer. The Thunder God and his tribe."
Lucy did her best not to squeal. Gods forbid her father saw her excitement and called them off. She loved Fairy Tail as a guild, but to learn that her favorite group of mages would be playing guard at her debut party, Lucy could barely contain herself.
Lucy cleared her throat. "Let us hope that they are as good as you say, father. Was there anything else you needed to speak with me about?"
"Oh yes," her father said. "Although there will be several potential suitors, my hope is that you will accept a proposal by Duke Sawarr of the Junelle family. We need his wealth to expand the company to the South. Do you understand, Lucy?"
Lucy understood too well. Duke Sawarr, the pig of a man who was nearly three times her age. He confessed to Lucy over a year ago, his confession the catalyst to Lucy's runaway attempt. She breathed heavily through her nose.
"Of course, father. I understand." Lucy plastered a fake smile and nodded in acquiesce.
"Good. You may take your leave now." Jude shooed her away with a wave of his hand.
Lucy waited until she was back in her room to let out a scream. Burying her nose in her silk pillow, Lucy cried for the life she would never get to have if she wedded to a pompous businessman.
In the days leading up to her party, Lucy sulked and grieved for the rapidly nearing loss of her freedom. Frustrated and feeling helpless, Lucy went out to the garden behind the estate and dipped a celestial key in a fountain's water.
Her oldest spirit and friend, Aquarius, appeared before Lucy with a snarl.
"What do you want, brat? You interrupted my da—"
"Oh Aquarius, my father is impossible!" Lucy threw her arms around the mermaid spirit. "He's trying to marry me off again!"
Aquarius awkwardly patted Lucy's shoulder. "There, there, you foolish brat. Why don't you just run away again? Only this time, try not to get caught," she sneered.
"Father says that without this marriage he can't expand the company, and if he can't expand the company, we might lose it," Lucy wailed into her spirit's stomach. "And even if I wanted to, I can't. Father hired mages to guard my party and they're supposed to arrive today. I couldn't possibly escape with them here."
"Fight them," Aquarius replied.
"Wh-what?"
Aquarius threw an urn's fill of water at Lucy, completely drenching the blonde teenager. Lucy sputtered and opened her mouth to complain to her spirit until she noticed the solemn expression on Aquarius' face. Aquarius was only ever angry and spiteful, never solemn.
"Listen brat, your mother wouldn't have wanted this life for you. If you can't run away for yourself, run away for her." And just like that, Aquarius dismissed herself, leaving behind a tearful and drenched Lucy.
With newfound resolve, Lucy wiped furiously at her eyes and decided that she could try running away one more time. She lost nothing by trying. If she succeeded, she would be free of this life and she could go on the adventures she always dreamed of, collecting keys and making new friends. If she didn't succeed, she would be handed off to the highest bidder and forced to make a repulsive stranger happy and bear him children. She couldn't let that happen. She had to run away. For herself and for her late mother.
"Oi, I don't think that fountain was made for swimming." A voice called from behind Lucy.
Gasping, she turned around to face the strongest team Fairy Tail had to offer. Laxus Dreyar and the Raijinshu. All four appeared tall and powerful from her place on the ground beside the fountain. Wiping at her eyes once more, Lucy quickly rose and dusted off her wet skirts.
Clearing her throat, she approached the mages before her with a forceful smile. "Hello. I'm Lucy Heartfilia. I presume you are the mages my father hired to keep me locked here?"
Four pairs of eyebrows rose in surprise.
"We were hired to guard guests at a party, not babysit some spoiled princess," the hulking blond replied. Lucy couldn't help but blush lightly at his scrutiny. Laxus Dreyar was a gorgeous man, built like a god.
"I wouldn't mind keeping you some company, princess," the mage in armor said, his long tongue hanging from his mouth provocatively. Lucy didn't know much about Bickslow, the mage with the guild stamp on his tongue.
"That won't be necessary," Lucy huffed. She was tired of men and couldn't stand their relentless flirting after dealing with Sawarr and others like him. "In fact, there's no need to worry about me. I don't plan on sticking around for the party."
Lucy stared at them to gauge their reactions, but only saw confusion.
Sighing, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change out of this dress. My spirit has a habit of turning her magic on me."
Lucy didn't make it far before the mages drew her attention again.
"You're a celestial spirit mage?" the one with the green hair asked. Freed Justine. She envied him really—a former aristocrat who succeeded in escaping this suffocating lifestyle.
"Yes, I practice celestial magic. Why?" Lucy tilted her head.
"Opening gates to the celestial world requires vast amounts of magic," Freed replied. "I'm impressed that someone such as yourself would carry keys."
Lucy was offended. "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?"
The only female in the team, Evergreen, pushed her glasses up her nose before answering, "He's just surprised an heiress knows magic. You are not what we were expecting when your father described you."
Lucy scoffed, "My father hardly knows a thing about me."
Lucy glanced back and forth between the four mages looking at her with something akin to respect. She cleared her throat.
"If you'll excuse me, I really do need to get out of this dress. Perhaps we'll see each other again." Lucy turned on her heel to return to the estate.
"Need some help getting out of that dress?" Bickslow called.
Whipping her head around so fast it could have snapped, Lucy did her best to glare at the seith mage but her flushed skin from her chest to her ears gave her away. Unable to speak, Lucy huffed in indignation before marching back to the estate, careful not to trip over her heavy skirts.
"Was that really necessary Bickslow?" Evergreen scoffed, fanning herself. "You pig."
"Ever, did you see those tits? They were begging to be let loose from that corset of hers," Bickslow wagged his tongue suggestively.
"That's no way to talk to or speak of a proper lady Bickslow," Freed reprimanded. "Gods forbid a servant or her father heard you speaking about her like this."
Laxus was silent as his eyes followed the blonde girl struggling to heft her wet skirts into her arms. Laxus had no idea why, but there was a voice in his head that yelled Mine! as soon as he set his eyes on the girl. Now Laxus felt an inexplicable draw to her, and the voice inside was practically begging him to follow her. Laxus was so wrapped up in this new revelation that he hadn't even heard Bickslow's suggestive comments. If he had, Bix would have been twitching on the ground.
After Lucy returned to her room, she was hounded by her handmaidens. She would not be able to escape that night before the party because last minute alterations were being made to her dress and Lucy was hardly allowed out of her room. The only positive in this whole shitstorm that was her life at the estate was that her father let her choose her own dress for her debut party. So she chose something sleek yet still formal enough that she wouldn't get into too much trouble with her father.
When Lucy stood at the top of the ballroom staircase the next evening, she donned an ethereal blue ball gown. The silky bodice cinched her waist, the sleeves off the shoulder were tight on her biceps. The layered silk skirt flared out to fall to her ankles. Her blonde hair was in an up-do, with only small strands framing her face. A black velvet choker adorned her neck. She was a princess straight from a fairy tale. Laxus could hardly breathe at the sight of her.
Mine.
Claim her!
The voice in his head was relentless in its pursuit of the buxom blonde, but far be it for Laxus to go against the dragon's wishes. He wanted the girl too. Since she left him and his team at the fountain the day before, all Laxus could think about was the feisty blonde in her wet dress. He wasn't sure she realized it then, but her nipples protruded the tight fabrics of her top and rivulets of water slipped tantalizingly down the valley between her breasts. He could picture his tongue following those trails of water, his teeth nibbling at her puckered nubs. His lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up her chest and neck. Marking her with his fangs. And now there she stood, looking every bit a tantalizing goddess.
Laxus watched as she glided down the staircase, her head held high. Her potential suitors gathered like moths to a flame at the bottom of the steps. They all wanted a piece of Lucy Heartfilia, but Laxus would claim all of her. He held back a growl as he watched a stubby, middle-aged man kiss the back of her hand, his eyes on her breasts. Laxus was still on a job, he couldn't go fucking things up now just because he found his mate.
Freed had explained dragon mating to him once. Ever the loyal friend, Freed made sure to learn everything he could about Laxus' lacrima and the practice of dragon mating was one of those things. Laxus had completely forgotten about Freed's dragon slayer lesson until his friend noticed the dazed expression on Laxus' face as he watched the girl enter her estate.
"She's your mate." Freed didn't phrase it as a question.
"Huh?" The other three mages intelligently responded.
"Laxus, you've found your mate," Freed gushed. "I'm so happy for you."
"His mate?" Bickslow question. "Does this mean I can't bang her?"
Not two seconds later, Bickslow was twitching on the ground, electrical currents running over his body.
Evergreen gasped. "Does this mean we'll finally have another girl on the team?"
"Don't go assuming things, Ever," Laxus grumbled. "Freed, what the hell does it mean if she's my mate?"
"It means she's yours. As long as she accepts you, that is," Freed replied. "Now that you've found her, there will be no one else for you. Unfortunately, she can reject the mating call and go on to live a happy life with another man—or woman—but she will never feel as fulfilled as she would with you."
"And if she does reject me?" Laxus really hoped she wouldn't. "What does that mean for me?"
Freed looked down and sighed. "It means that you will never be happy with anyone else. As I mentioned before, now that you've found her, she is it. No more one-night stands. No more flirting. If she were to reject you, you wouldn't feel a thing towards another woman again."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Laxus mumbled.
"Sooo I really can't fuck her then?" Bickslow asked.
Another shot of lightning through his system and he was out cold.
"Freed, drag Bix to our rooms. Ever, I need your help," Laxus reluctantly admitted.
The fairy mage squealed at this.
So now Laxus stood in the Heartfilia's grand ballroom dressed to the nines, watching as creeps tried to manhandle his woman. He narrowed his eyes as Jude Heartfilia dragged his daughter by the arm and stopped her in front of the pudgy man from before. The man wasn't even Lucy's height, nearly as short as his grandfather, and yet he pulled Laxus' girl to the center of the dancefloor.
Lucy tried, she really did, but this awkward dance with Sawarr was the last straw. She led the stubby man around the dancefloor, doing her best to keep his feet from stepping on her toes. It didn't help that the old geyser kept pulling himself closer to her, so close that the top of his head kept grazing the bottom of her breasts. She'd have Lucy-kicked him across the ballroom already if her father wasn't watching her intently from the edge of the dance floor. Lucy grimaced as the Duke's hand starting trailing down her back, and she quickly reached behind her to drag his hand back to a proper place. Sawarr grinned up at her lecherously and Lucy had to swallow the bile climbing up her throat.
"Excuse me, I believe it's time for someone else to dance with the lady."
Lucy snapped her gaze to the side to see Laxus dressed in a black tuxedo, his tie and vest coincidentally matching the color of her dress. Why was he helping her?
"Actua—"
Laxus cut Sawarr off.
"It's my turn," he said, leaving no room for argument as he pried the Duke's hands off of Lucy and pulled her to the side of the dance floor closest to the ballroom's exit.
It was then as Laxus grabbed one of her hands in his and pressed his large palm into her back that Lucy fully took in the man before her. The photos in Sorcerer's Weekly did not do this hunk of a man justice. He was tall, so tall that at eye level, she was met with his expansive, muscular chest. Her hand rested on his broad shoulder, where she felt his corded muscles move underneath her fingertips. Her eyes trailed up his thick neck to look at his strong jaw, supple lips, and those gorgeous steel blue eyes that Lucy swore were gazing into her soul. A lightning shape scar ran through his right eye, but it only seemed to enhance his masculinity and good looks.
Laxus met her gaze with a smirk. "Like what you see, princess?"
Yes.
Lucy didn't realize she answered aloud until she felt Laxus' chuckles vibrate across his body. She felt heat crawl up her neck to color her cheeks.
Laxus tipped his head forward until his lips brushed Lucy's ears. Panicking at their proximity, Lucy's eyes dashed around the ballroom to seek her father, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't worry about Jude." Laxus gently squeezed her hand. "Evergreen's distracting him."
"And the other guests? Where did that pervert Sawarr go?" Lucy tightened her grip on Laxus' shoulder as he twirled them around the dancefloor.
"With luck, Freed got to him and was able to trap him with runes for a bit. Don't worry, no harm will come to him."
Laxus spun her out and twirled her back into his arms.
"What do you say, princess? Ready to run away from the ball?" Laxus smiled gently.
He was internally praying to all the gods that this beautiful woman would agree to go with him. Laxus never imagined himself settling down, but having Lucy in his arms felt too right to deny.
Lucy gaped at him. "Are you serious? You'll really help me escape from here?"
Laxus pulled her close as the song came to an end. He whispered into her hair, "You won't understand just yet, but I'd do anything for you."
Lucy pulled away, shocked and confused by his sincere statement. She'd only met this man the day before and they barely exchanged a few words. She didn't understand how he could be so dedicated to her. Had she even explicitly told the mages that she planned on running away? She thought she was vague enough in case her father did decide to give her a magic-fueled security detail tonight.
"I can see the wheels turning in your head," Laxus said as he grasped her hand. "I can explain later, but right now, if you truly want to leave this life behind, come with me."
Suddenly giddy at the thought of leaving her father's estate—with help from mages no less—Lucy beamed at Laxus and tightened her hand around his. He smiled at her, the most adorable quirk of his lips and Lucy almost melted on the spot.
"Let's go," Laxus commanded. He grasped her hand tightly as he led them out of the ballroom and into the large empty hallways of the estate.
"We have to stop by my bedroom. I need to grab my keys and some clothes," Lucy said slightly out of breath.
Laxus gave her a tight nod. "Lead the way."
Once in her room, Lucy rushed to her bed to pull out a small suitcase from under the bedskirt. She rushed over to her drawers next and pulled various undergarments before throwing them into the suitcase. Marching over to a wardrobe, she pulled the doors open before digging for something behind stacks of shoe boxes. When she moved away, Laxus saw her pull out a bag with what he presumed were clothes unfit for a debutante. She threw that bag into the suitcase too before slamming it shut and zipping it closed.
"Laxus, I need your help to get out of this dress," she called as she glided over to him. Without waiting for a response, she turned her back to him and pointed at a small zipper that ran down her back.
Knowing they were pressed for time, Laxus did his best to hold himself and his dragon back as he pulled the zipper down to reveal Lucy's pale skin. He groaned when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra under the dress. He felt Lucy shiver at the sound and it took everything in him to ignore her responsiveness and help her slip out of the ball gown. Covering her breasts with one arm, Lucy returned to her drawers and rummaged through them until she found a bra and matching yoga set.
"Laxus, go in the wardrobe and grab my running shoes please." Avoiding the woman prancing around her room in only her underwear, Laxus did as she asked to hold his baser instincts at bay.
Finally dressed in comfortable clothes and shoes, Lucy moved to a nightstand beside her bed and pulled out a keyring and belt. She wrapped the belt around her hips and hooked the keys to her side. She picked up her suitcase from the ground and stood before Laxus.
"Okay, I'm ready to go now!" Lucy chirped happily.
Laxus noticed her hair was still in its extravagant up-do, but he would undo that for her later. He gritted his teeth as he took in her new appearance. Her top and yoga pants were skin-tight. Her curvaceous body was on full display for Laxus. Her large bosom, small waist, wide hips, killer thighs. Laxus couldn't wait to mate the woman and have her over and over again for the rest of their lives.
"Laxus! I thought we had a time-sensitive escape going on here," Lucy whined.
Laxus couldn't take it anymore. He rushed towards Lucy and pulled her pouty lip into his mouth. Lucy gasped, giving Laxus the opportunity to tickle her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, pressing herself against his hard body and Laxus groaned in pleasure. Lucy was perfect. She was his. Only his.
Hearing loud voices coming down the hall, Laxus reluctantly pulled away. Before Lucy even had a chance to blink, Laxus was pulling her and her suitcase to her balcony.
"They're looking for you. Time to catch your carriage, princess." Laxus winked at her before pulling her into his arms.
Still flushed from his heated kiss, Lucy had no idea how Laxus planned on getting them down from her balcony stories above the ground. She never got the chance to ask.
"Hold on," Laxus instructed as he tightened his arms around Lucy and gripped her suitcase in his hand.
He used his lightning to transport them to the mountain forest just outside of the Heartfilia property line. Instead of falling over from dizziness as most people tended to whenever he used his lightning transportation, Laxus watched Lucy as she practically writhed in his arms, a soft moan escaping her lips as the electricity left her skin. Laxus grinned salaciously.
She was his mate alright.
"Yo boss man, we good to go?" Bickslow called from his floating perch on his totems.
"Yeah we're good. Where are Freed and Evergreen?" Laxus asked as he held a shellshocked Lucy in his arms. He smirked at every twitch her body gave. He couldn't believe just how much his lightning could turn her on.
Bickslow flew above the tree canopies and called down, "They're flying over now."
"Good. Prep the carriage. We need to get out of here fast. We just stole the heiress to the Heartfilia fortune."
Laxus looked down to meet Lucy's dazed expression and leaned down to kiss her slightly parted lips. As if rising from the dead, Lucy's energy came back to her and she reached up to tangle a hand in Laxus' spiky hair. The kiss didn't last as long as Lucy had hoped. She let out a soft whine when Laxus pulled away.
Laxus chuckled. "Patience, princess. We need to get far away from here before we can get to know each other better."
A sudden thought occurred to Lucy. "Wait! Aren't you going to lose your reward for helping me escape?"
"I think helping you will prove to be the greatest reward ever," Laxus said.
Lucy gaped at him, to which Laxus laughed at before pulling her close to kiss the top of her head.
"C'mon, let's get out of here."
Laxus very much approved of Lucy's new attire. She turned in debutante gowns for tight, cropped shirts, short skirts, and knee-high boots. Her hair fell down her back, free from the restraints of a tight bun. Her new everyday outfits were perfect for pulling her aside at the guild, lifting her skirt so it bunched at her waist, and twisting his fingers in her hair. Which is exactly what he did now.
Lucy panted from her perch on a table privately hidden on the second floor of the guild where only S-Class mages were allowed to go. Laxus burned a trail of hot kisses down her neck and chest, one hand behind her head, her blonde strands tangled between his fingers. His other hand trailed up her thigh to push aside her panties and trail his fingers over her wet heat before pressing a finger between her folds. Lucy released a sharp gasp, her back arching off the table.
"Mmm Laxus. Maybe mm maybe we should go back to your place." Lucy trembled in his arms as his thumb moved to circle her clit. But her words and actions were at war. With one dainty hand, Lucy curled her fingers in Laxus' spikey hair while her other hand slipped under his shirt, fingernails scraping down his back and over his shoulders.
"Why would we do that when we're having so much fun?" Laxus murmured against her neck before bringing his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. With his hand still gripping her hair, he tilted her head to angle into a deeper kiss, his fingers still playing with her pussy. He pulled away from the kiss, her bottom lip between his teeth. Lucy moaned as he inserted a second finger into her core, her hips lifting off the table to thrust into his magical fingers.
Laxus abruptly moved his hand from between his legs, forcing a whine from Lucy's bruised lips. Her whine quickly formed into a moan when Laxus pressed his hard bulge against her. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips to bring him closer as she desperately moved her lower body against his hardness to relieve the hot pressure building in her core.
"Fuck," Lucy gasped. Laxus met her incessant movements with his own, gripping her hips in his hands as he thrusted himself against her.
"Laxus. Laxus, I need you in me right now," Lucy whimpered.
Laxus reached down to bite on the healed mark in the space between her neck and shoulder and Lucy shuddered in his arms, a breathy moan falling from her sweet lips. Laxus looked down at his gorgeous mate in all her flushed and panting glory, her cheek pink, breasts heaving like they would burst through her shirt.
"Patience my little mate," Laxus said as he reached for her top and pulled it down to release her perfect mounds from their confines. He leaned down to suck a pert nipple in his mouth, forcing another moan from the blonde below him as she fisted his hair in her hand and pressed his head into her chest.
Lucy thrusted her hips against his again, losing her patience with Laxus and his drawing this out. They were in the guild for crying out loud. This was supposed to be a quickie. As Laxus slowly dragged his lips to her other breast and placed hot but tortuously light kisses on her pale mound, Lucy had enough.
Pushing his head away, Lucy quickly sat up and grabbed Laxus' erection through his pants. His head fell onto her shoulder with a groan as she rubbed him over the soft material of his pants. Unbuttoning his pants, Lucy dragged the zipper down before grabbing the waistband with both hands and pulling his pants and boxers low enough to release his length. Licking her lips at the sight, her hands moved to Laxus' shoulder to push him down onto the bench seat of the table. Wasting no time, she pushed her panties aside and slid herself onto her dragon's rod. Lucy made quick work of releasing the ball of pleasure that built up in her core at Laxus' previous ministrations as she moved up and down. Laxus gritted his teeth as he let his mate take over, gripping her hips tightly as she bounced, her loose breasts a glorious sight as they brushed his chest. Lucy's walls clenched around his cock and she moaned loudly, sensually, as she came undone in his lap. Laxus held her close as thrusted up into her, drawing out her orgasm as he reached his. He released inside her with a grunt, her walls pulsating, her hot breath panting in his ear. The couple's heavy breaths sounded in their secluded corner of the second floor.
"I knew her tits would be glorious."
The two blonds whipped their heads around to find the Raijinshu standing there, all in various states of perversion, shock, and embarrassment.
Bickslow stood with his arms crossed, grinning lecherously, tongue hanging from his mouth. His babies twirled around her head, chanting Tits! Tits! Tits!
Evergreen hid her blushing face behind her fan, trying to avoid looking directly at the mages before them.
Freed was suffering from a nosebleed, his mouth dropped open, eyebrows nearly in his hairline, cheeks so red he was surely on the verge of passing out.
Laxus quickly crushed Lucy to his chest to shield her naked breasts from view as he turned an angry glare towards his team.
"Bickslow," he said through gritted teeth. "If you don't stop looking at my girl and talking about her like that, I'll make sure to shock you so hard your dick will never work again."
Bickslow paled, his expression quickly morphing into one of fear.
"Y-yeah boss." He gulped.
"Freed," Laxus called.
When the green-haired man met his leader's gaze, his eyes grew wide before he promptly fell over at the sight of the entangled mates.
Laxus sighed as Lucy pursed her lips to keep from laughing, burying her face into Laxus' shoulder.
"Evergreen, get these fools out of my sight."
"Yes, Laxus. Of course, Laxus." Evergreen slapped Bickslow upside the head with her fan as she directed him to lift Freed and return downstairs.
Ever cleared her throat, pushing her glasses up her nose. "We apologize for the intrusion. We were requested for a job and Mira said she saw you two come up here. We will wait for you downstairs."
Then she rushed after Bickslow.
Lucy pulled away from Laxus, crossing her arms under her bare breasts. "I told you we should've gone back to your place," she grumbled.
She wasn't actually mad though. Her lips twitched, wanting to smile.
Laxus gave her a long kiss before he nipped her nose.
"Mmm, I think next time I just have to pay attention to our surroundings. I was so lost in you that I didn't hear them coming up the stairs." Laxus looked away bashfully, a hand coming up to scratch behind his neck.
Lucy giggled and cupped Laxus' face in her hands. "It was fun though." She bit her lip and then grinned mischievously. "And there's definitely something very hot about doing it out in the open where anyone can find us."
Laxus smirked as his hands glided up her thighs and up her stomach to lift her shirt back over her breasts. "So we'll be doing this again?" He leaned forward to brush his lips against her plump ones.
They were still connected below, and Lucy felt his cock twitch inside her as they spoke. So she swirled her hips in a circle, drawing a groan from Laxus as she smiled coyly.
"Perhaps."
Laxus growled as he caught her lips in a bruising kiss.
When he helped his princess escape from her gilded cage, he truly had no idea how well she would match him. If he was destined to be with someone for the rest of his life, he was glad fate chose Lucy for him.
A/N: Here's another! Still learning to write smut so please bear with me. And thank you all for your favorites, follows, and comments, I appreciate them all so much; they motivate me to write! I don't know why this site still hasn't added a reply to comments feature that isn't just sending a private message-pretty dumb if you ask me. But I want you all to know that I do read them and they make me smile like an idiot so thank you!
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