Posting early, because it's my mother-in-law's birthday, and we're going to be out late tonight.
Just a few words before you read this chapter. The consent in this chapter is... dubious at best. I'm assuming the audience here are mostly women, and likely teenagers or young adults, so I just want to remind you that unless there's an explicit 'yes', then it's assault or worse. If they use coercion, either by pushing until there's a reluctant yes, or by threats, it's not consent. If someone pushes your boundaries, you have a right to say no, and you have a right to your own bodily autonomy. Okay, heavy part over.
Welcome to the ending everyone's been waiting for! Seriously, majority of the reviews have been Team Cobra (who absolutely deserves his Happily Ever After), so I hope you enjoy!
Before her fingers could touch the light switch, she was slammed back against the door, warm lips covering her own. A male body pressed up against her, erection hard and hot up against her hip, and she gasped at the suddenness of it all. Pressing his advantage, his tongue slipped into her mouth and explored before he pulled back from her. Lucy gasped for breath and tried weakly to push him away, hands resting on his chest. Some part of her wanted to pull the mystery man closer, and she could only guess at who it was, but she could feel the softness of a coat under her fingers.
"Bright Eyes," He purred, and recognition shot through her, followed by a wave of heat straight to her core.
"E-Erik?" She panted, and gentle fingers lightly traced the outer edge of her face as he growled his affirmation. She pressed her palms to his chest and pushed to try and make some distance between them.
"What makes you think I'm going to let you go?" The smirk in his voice was plain to hear, and she scowled up at him.
"I told you all to leave me alone." She reminded him, frustration creeping into her tone.
"This needed to be sorted out quickly. We would have devolved into actively trying to kill each other after a week, and I'm a selfish bastard." He replied in a low voice, running his free hand through her hair.
"So what, after trying to kill me twice, you decided you can't live without me?" Lucy asked sarcastically, and his grip tightened in her hair.
"Something like that." He murmured, and duck in to breathe in her scent. His eye slid shut at the mouth-watering aroma the blonde was exuding and he groaned, unconsciously grinding himself into her.
"S-Stop!" She cried, and she could feel her cheeks burning. He smirked against her neck and rolled his hips into her again. He could hear exactly how responsive she was to him, even though her mind tried desperately to counteract her body.
"I can hear you, you know. Every movement, every thought. I can hear you struggling with yourself. Why not give in? I already told you I can give you everything you've ever wanted, and I can make you so happy. Why fight it?" He whispered, voice low and smooth, shooting straight to the building inferno between her thighs.
He licked up the column of her neck, and she shuddered against him, her mind going into overdrive. He was right, in a way. She was fighting it, but knowing it was a lost cause hadn't weakened her resolve. She wanted a choice, not for someone else to choose for her. But… why not give in? He was biologically hardwired to ensure her happiness, and he would never hurt her. Not unless she left him. Leaving him meant he likely would hunt her down and murder her before he went insane himself, and she was sure he was already partially there. He chuckled, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"You're right, I would hunt you down, and I'm probably a little crazy, but I'll be your crazy dragon." He whispered, and licked the column of her neck again. Her breath hitched.
"Erik." She moaned, eyes closing as she felt sharp teeth scrape lightly against her skin. He ground himself against her again as a reward for moaning his name so prettily, and inwardly smirked as she unconsciously rolled her hips against him in return.
"Say you want this." He breathed against her neck, and her eyes snapped open.
"I- I want a choice." She stammered, and he stilled against her. Logically, he knew she had a right to choose, and compared to the others, he was a poor option. He was possessive, mostly illiterate, and mildly feral. He didn't know how to be tender, or even what love really was, although he supposed the compulsion would take care of that. He'd been a criminal, and spent a significant number of years behind bars, both as a slave in the Tower, and later in jail. She deserved better than him, but he wouldn't, couldn't let her go. She was now one of the very few bright spots in his bleak existence, and he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He had to make her choose him. His dragon demanded nothing less.
"And I want you to choose me." He purred, and nipped at her tender flesh again. She gasped, and almost against her will, she slid her hands up his chest and into his hair, brushing the tips of his sensitive ears as she went. He groaned as her fingers slid against the pointed tips, and she paused before repeating the movement. Taking the motion as a sign of her acceptance, he bared his teeth against her neck once more. He paused a moment, waiting for any sign of resistance, but her soul rang out with need and desire.
His dragon roared in triumph as he bit down, and her nails dug into him as she cried out at the pain. He pumped his magic into her, and she screamed as the poison flowed. Lucy tried to push him away, wanting to get away from the sudden agony Erik had just put her through, and his mouth slammed back down on hers, the taste of blood and something sweet on her tongue.
"Swallow it, it's the anti-venin." He whispered, briefly pulling away, and she followed his instructions with a whimper. The pain faded the more she swallowed of the sweet taste, and soon she was panting with desire as Erik continued his slow, sweet assault on her senses, fingers no longer holding her against the door tightly, but swirling random patterns against her skin.
Once he was sure she was no longer in pain, he pulled back so he could see her face in the dim light of the room.
"You marked me." Lucy whispered, a hand coming up to cover the bite mark at her neck. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he preened in satisfaction.
"And now comes the fun part: mating." He growled, and spun her around and into the room. She stumbled backwards, and he turned to watch her hungrily. Her wide eyes met narrowed violet, and he bared his teeth at her in a feral grin. Shrugging his coat off, he threw it to the side and stalked towards her, Lucy backing up automatically.
"Erik? W- What are you doing?" She stumbled over her words as she backed into the table, and she jolted, shakily moving to the side. She kept her eyes on him as she stepped backwards up, aware that any wrong move and he'd be on her in an instant.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm hunting you down to claiming you." He chuckled darkly, and her stomach flipped. Heat rushed through her and her cheeks flushed, though neither of them could see it in the dark. He stalked her around the table, and she quickly turned on the lamp next to her armchair so she could see, and they both blinked in the sudden light.
Taking advantage of the distraction, he was on her in a flash, bending her over the table, calloused hands firm on her hips as he gently stroked his thumbs in circles. She cried out, partially in shock as she was manhandled, cheek smacking into the hard wood of the table, and partially at the feeling of his fingers on her bare skin and the fabric of her skirt. His fingers tightened for a moment before suddenly clawed hands ripped her skirt from her body, leaving her clad in her panties and crop top.
He pulled her up and spun her around so she faced him, and he dove in for a dominating kiss. His hands greedily explored the bared skin at her waist before nearly knocking their noses as he yanked her shirt up and over her head. He let her go momentarily as she gasped at the rapid removal of her top, and ripped several layers of clothes off himself, leaving him in a tank top and too tight pants.
Pushing her back onto the table, she gazed up at him, eyes dark and heavy lidded, lips swollen and red, and her chest heaved as she panted. He gazed down at her, mouth dry as he drank her in. She was beautiful. Golden hair haloed her face, framing large eyes, small mouth and a delicate nose.
Diving in, he kissed her, then trailed his hot mouth down her neck, licking the mark he'd left on her, and finally gently tugging a rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, biting down gently. She cried out and arched herself into him, warm hands coming up to tease the other rosy peak, feeling it pebble beneath his fingers.
"Oh, Erik!" She moaned, threading her hands though his hair, encouraging him. Her fingers brushed against the curve of his ears, and he groaned into her breasts, eye rolling into the back of his head. Her fingers teased his ears again, and he rolled his hips against her, swearing quietly into her skin.
One of his hands slid down her bare stomach, and toyed briefly with the edge of her panties before deft fingers found the little bundle of nerves between her legs and pressed down gently, rolling it around under his fingers. Lucy arched her back again and spread her knees to give him better access, and she whimpered as he stoked the fire in her core. The sound of tearing fabric rippled in the air, and suddenly she was fully bare to him, cheeks flushed with desire and mild embarrassment. He was still mostly dressed, in a tank top and pants, and she yearned to see him, see the muscles she felt rippling under his clothes.
He pulled back and yanked his top over his head, the white fabric flung across the room. Her eyes roamed across his form, scars littering caramel skin, and she wanted to kiss every last one of them. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile before he kissed her again, and his fingers unerringly found the sensitive folds nestled in the apex of her thighs. He came up for air, eye wild and panting. Gaining a moment to take for herself, she reached up and licked the shell of his ear, flicking her tongue against the sensitive pointed tip, and he groaned loudly, pressing down on her clit in return. He pushed a finger inside her, and she rolled her hips against his hand, eager for more friction.
"You're not wet enough." He snarled, and crouched down to spear her with his tongue. She gasped at the sensation, knees lifting into the air as he flitted his tongue across her sex, probing different points to test her sensitivity. Lucy was breathless as he worked his fingers against her as well, and she chanted his name like a prayer as he wound her up tighter than she'd ever been before.
He crooked a finger inside her and gently bit down on her clit, and she exploded, head dropping back against the table and eyes slamming shut as she rode out her release, breath caught in her throat as she came. He stood, quickly undoing his belt and dropping his pants, and speared into her. She cried out, arching her back and scrabbling for footing on the table as her hips eagerly met his.
"Erik, please," She whimpered, dark brown eyes catching burning violet, and he gave her a wild, toothy smile.
"Please what, Starshine?" He growled, and pressed his thumb to her sensitive bundle of nerves again. She let out a needy moan, and rocked against him, but his hips refused to budge as he stayed fully sheathed inside her. He knew exactly what she was thinking, could hear her soul as it begged and pleaded for more. More friction, more kisses, more of his hands trailing over her skin, unravelling her until she was boneless against him. He needed her to say it, needed her to want him as much as he craved her.
"Please Erik, I need you! Please – oh stars – please f-fuck me! I want you, Erik, I want all of you!" She cried out, cheeks burning as she spoke. His lips parted, and his tongue darted out to wet them. She'd said it. She'd finally said it. She wanted him, needed him. The trill in her soul told him she wanted to fully bind herself to him, and finally, mercifully, he began to move.
He started with long, slow strokes as she adjusted to him, his girth making her slick passage tight. Despite being mildly rough with her, he didn't want to hurt his mate, and he wanted to fully commit her face and the sounds of her pleasure to memory. He wanted her to writhe under him, have her soul call out for his, and he wanted to mark her again and again, just to ensure no other would ever try to take her from him. If someone tried, well. He'd tear them apart, and enjoy the process.
She bucked her hips again, and he pistoned into her faster, harder, like she was quietly demanding, and her cries grew louder as she reached her peak again. His fingers gripped hers as she came, and she held on tightly before her grip relaxed.
His fingers dug into her hips and he quickened his pace, eager to please her again, and an odd angle had her wincing. Before she could say anything, he adjusted again, and he stoked the fire inside her again, revelling in the hot wetness of her core. Just before he tossed her off the cliff into orgasm once more, he reached down and pulled her up to him, and her voice climbed an octave at the new angle. She clutched at him, and he dropped his head to her collarbones and breasts again, nipping at her skin and soothing with kisses and licks as he littered her skin with bite marks.
His fangs fully sunk into her again as she came, and the added sensation had her howling her release to the world. Erik gritted his teeth as he felt himself drawn up to the precipice and he shouted her name as he came, hips snapping short, sharp strokes into her as he pumped his seed into her, burying his face in her neck. She trembled in his arms as he held her close to him, enjoying the moment and ignoring how their sweaty bodies stuck together.
He unsheathed himself from her and gently picked her up from the table, headed for her bed.
"Erik? I think we need a shower." Lucy's voice was quiet, and large brown eyes stared up at him as he laid her out on her bed with reverence. He quirked a grin at her, noting a small drop of sweat nestling itself between her bountiful breasts. He leaned down, eye holding hers as his tongue darted out and licked it away. Her breath hitched, and his cock twitched with renewed interest at the sound.
"Why shower when we can go for round two?" He asked huskily, and she flushed.
"Already?" She whispered, wide eyes travelling down to his quickly hardening length. "Oh, stars above. You're going to break me." She whimpered at the thought, arousal flushing through her again, and his grin widened.
"You want me to break you, though. I can hear it in your soul." He crooned, and she bit her lip playfully.
"You can try." She quietly challenged him, and his eye flashed with excitement. His mate, his beautiful, intelligent, exciting mate was already issuing him challenges. He couldn't wait to exceed her expectations.
The very next day, Natsu tried crashing in with Happy in tow, sure Lucy was ready to let him through the rune barrier and accept him as her mate. The Fire dragon slayer lost his mind when Erik met him at the window, arms crossed over his bare chest with his ever-present smirk plastered across his face, and reeking of sex. Lucy had the sheet pulled up to preserve her modesty, although the salmon-haired fire mage had seen her naked before. She felt the present situation was a little different than other times, and she was glad Erik was there to help mitigate any damage the potential firestorm would cause. Also, she was sure Loke was eager to shove the Fire dragon slayer into the canal again. This time, at high noon, so there would actually be witnesses to Natsu's defeat.
Erik was surprised when Macbeth joined the guild with him, but the reflector mage merely quirked his lips at his friend before closing his eyes for another nap right after the black mark was placed on his shoulder. Soon after they joined, he started going by 'Erik Heartfilia'. The first time he uttered his name in Lucy's presence, she'd turned to look at him, face numb and her heartbeat rushing through her ears. He glanced at her and quirked a smile. Later, he told her he'd save up for a ring, but he would always be hers, he didn't have a last name, and tradition was stupid. Also, please stop crying, I know they're happy tears, but please stop crying!
It took a month before Erik stopped snarling at any man who walked within 3 metres of the blonde, and another month to convince him to take a job from the request board. He'd officially joined Fairy Tail as soon as they'd stumbled into the guild after their mating, and secretly, Erik was glad he'd acquiesced and gone. The guild was just too noisy, although he knew it was a matter of time before he'd get used to it.
The reflector mage joined him on the job, and Erik would have chosen a shorter one if he'd known it would take a month to complete. Still, it was good money, and Macbeth was a useful partner. So they went, slayed the monsters, avoided the train like the plague, and came back, reward money in tow. He missed his mate, the way she curled up in his arms after a long day, the way his name sounded coming from her lips, and her patience as she painstakingly taught him to read.
Flinging the door to the guild open, he made a bee-line for the blonde celestial mage, and felt the last of the tension in his shoulders relax as she grinned up at him. Her soul trilled in happiness, and he hugged her close to him. He sighed, listening to the comforting sound of her soul, and frowned as he heard a slight warble, different from her typical melody. Concentrating, he heard it again, and it slowly dawned on him what it meant.
Pulling back from her, his wide violet eye searched hers, and found them brimming with happiness, and a little glassy. His mouth fell open, and his gaze darted down to her still flat stomach, then back up, and she nodded at him, a smile creeping over her face.
His vision went blurry, and he dropped to his knees in the middle of the guild hall, ear pressed to her stomach as he listened. The entire guild watched as he broke down, tears streaming from his eye as he sobbed, and pulled his laughing, teary mate closer to him. They were going to have a family. She was pregnant, and he was going to be a dad, and he had no idea what to do, but listening to the happy, soothing lilt of her soul, he knew they were going to be okay. The future was filled with light, after all.
Cobra's going to be a dad! I couldn't resist making him bawl his eye out in the middle of the guild hall, because what's better than a hardened manly man crying happy tears over a baby?