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"So, you really don't know anything, do you?" Natsu asked Lucy's other half as she sat, twirling her hair with one finger, flipping a page with another.
"I wouldn't say that," She hummed, ignoring his eye roll. "I know I can't talk to her, isn't that knowing something?"
It'd been a couple of months since Lucy's other half confronted Natsu with the reality he'd been unable to face; this part of Lucy was still his best friend. Someone he cared deeply for and someone who was frightened by their own reality. Even if she had such a forward personality, there was still not much she understood. But they were hoping to find out together.
Natsu wanted 'Lucy' Lucy to know what was going on, but it wasn't like he could explain things to her without any context. And other Lucy had hit a mental wall. Something was keeping her from being able to talk to herself.
Natsu groaned as he tossed another book onto his floor, flopping back onto his bed. Why wasn't there any concrete history of succubus-ology or whatever? There was barely anything past a general definition, and nothing alluded to the possibility of a split personality.
"This sucks," He sighed, ignoring Lucy as she began to straddle his hips. "We're never gonna figure this out at this rate. Luce's already stressed about all these naps she thinks she's takin'. And telling anyone else just seems like a bad idea all around. I dunno what we're supposed to do next."
"I could probably think of a thing or two?" She hummed, letting her hips fall over his, a seductive smile gracing her lips. She toyed with the ends of his shirt, grinding slightly and tugging a moan out of her paramour. "Whaddaya say about having a midday snack?"
"My parents are gonna be home soon," He groaned, watching as Lucy tossed her shirt onto the floor. "We really shouldn't, Luce."
"You always say that," She rolled her eyes with a snort. "Come on, Natsu, how am I supposed to resist when we're in your room? It smells like you, you know? It makes me feel so…"
His growl met her purr as her hand snaked its way into his pants, cupping him with a firm squeeze. She licked her lips and watched his jaw clench, her fingers carefully tracing the growing veins along his cock.
He was satisfied with their friendship before this happened, and he never questioned his love for her. It was as natural as breathing air for him. However, now that they were forced to cross this line, he couldn't shy away from what this meant to him.
Maybe after the first or second time, when he thought it would be easy to figure things out with her other half. He'd lost count by now, of how many times Lucy wanted to be fed. They grew closer every time, it was hard to be distant. Natsu struggled with the idea of taking advantage of her, but Lucy was quick to reassure him. She wasn't choosing him for convenience or pure lust, but because it was him.
He couldn't help the blush that crawled up his neck whenever she suggested…what she suggested; it felt right to want to hold back.
"Please, Natsu? Just a little?" The slight whine in her voice and the gentle begging made his heart wretch. She was his Lucy, succubus or not. How could he say no?
"Okay…but be quick," His head flopped against his pillow, the breath passing through his lips hot and flecked with flames. "And turn around, so I can do it too."
Those words still felt foreign to him, but avoiding this point in their relationship was hard. After the first time he made Lucy cum, albeit accidentally, they couldn't stop. It was something that fell into their routine and filled an unknown craving between them.
Usually after Lucy finished sucking him off, she'd stand to give him a kiss, still enthralling herself with his energy. His hand moved on its own, slipping underneath her skirt, and finding the slick warmth that'd formed.
Her moans became addictive, a sweet, saccharine sound that stoked a carnal response within him.
He liked to watch her as she clung to him, her arms wrapped around him as her back arched off the storage room wall. Her lips would break from his, as a breathless form of his name slipped out, his fingers curling against the spot she liked the most.
The sticky fluid that dripped into his palm took hold of that voice in the back of his head, drawing him in with lewd greed.
He'd never forget his first taste of her, one more boundary between them crossed. It burned down his throat, unlike that of fire or that one sip of sake Loke got them all to take. It was more addictive and overly forbidden. It'd be something he knew no one else could ever have a taste of, no one would ever know just how she could throw any sane man into a frenzy.
He learned to hold himself back from wanting more, knowing they'd made the promise never to go any further without her other half's knowledge. Even when they were both left panting, wishing they could take that one step.
Lucy pulled his shorts to reveal his hardened length, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip as he tugged on her panties.
She savored the feeling of his tongue dragging along her sex, the heat of his appendage making her skin shiver.
Lucy moaned as she took him in her mouth, her hips moving in time with his tongue. She felt him take hold of the heft of her thighs, holding her steady as he drew closer, letting his tongue slip into her entrance.
The tip of his head hit the back of her throat, Lucy overstimulated by his taste and touch. His precum was full of flavor, something she'd never be able to describe if someone asked. It made her stomach churn with desire, the want so ferocious that she wished Natsu would take his time to drown her in it.
The pads of his fingers began to burn her with delight, Lucy spurred to give him a taste of his own medicine.
His swollen head was most sensitive, the blonde slowly licking from the base up. She kissed his veins and any rolling beads of liquid, admiring the stiff peak before parting her lips.
He groaned against her, the focused sensation making him twitch. She wrapped her hand around him, moving with the sensual pucker of her lips. Her tongue periodically rolled around it, her smile spreading as his knee contracted forward.
"Luce…" His voice was rough and tempting; the succubus flinched as his hand moved from her thigh. "No fair."
The cute grumble made her laugh, the feeling of his hot fingers pushing into her quieting her voice. He was torturous and knew what she liked. His fire was unlike anything else in existence, the flames touching her in a way that melted her completely.
A succubus was supposed to be the one in control, making her target go insane with pleasure, willing to serve her every whim. While Natsu would never deny her, he was in just as much control as she was.
His fire had life, unlike a plain flame he'd snack on if he was bored. It was born from him, moved in the ways he wished it to. And when it came to Lucy, it knew exactly what he was thinking. It spread, wanting to love her and prove its worth. It made her feel good not for its own pride but to be praised, knowing she would shower it with sweet nothings either way.
She shuddered as he moved at a quick pace, her climax building the deeper his fire reached inside. Lucy took him in her mouth again, the wet sounds of their movements filling the room as they pushed each other to a shaky edge.
His spunk coated her tongue, Lucy clamping around his fingers as she swallowed.
Hiiiiiii omg it's been a hot minute, I went through a rough writer's block ;-; I kinda still feel like I'm dealing with one in the sense that I'm 100 percent surprised I got this one done
But I hate leaving yall without anything to read! I always feel guilty when I can't answer the prompts I get or write one word even though that's all I want to do ;-;
I really don't feel like myself if I'm not writing and I've lost a huge connection I've had with it since my assault. it's laaaaaame af so I apologize in advance if you think I'm missing!
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