Before you read this chapter please remember that this story is rated M for a reason! There are detailed mentions of rape inside this chapter so watch out and read at your own risk.

This is also the longest chapter I've written so far this story. I hope you will enjoy it even with the dark content waiting for you :)


"Zeref, I've found you!"

The young boy, later to be known as Zeref the black mage, yelped in surprise and agony as a familiar small ball of energy cruelly ripped him from his appeased mindset. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets due to the sudden shock as he sputtered every repose he had in his body out of his mouth. Pain erupted from his belly and spread throughout his whole body, engulfing him in steady and relentless waves of suffering as the weight now resting on top of him rolled across his upper body in wild and excited motions, misusing him as a trampoline.

Hearty laughter and soft giggles filled the air of the calm and peaceful plain accompanied by ragged and strained breathing, now and then interrupted by a groan. Lost in his thoughts as Zeref has been, he didn't notice the small tyke he called his younger brother inching closer and closer to him before it was far too late for action. He had barely enough time to reopen his blackish orbs and grasp the situation before Natsu already pounced on him like a famished carnivore, taking full advantage of his undefended self without mercy.

Still, his hands grabbed Natsu's waist out of reflex in order to secure the smaller boy and prevent him from falling off by his own excessively eagerness, showing in the wild motions of his flailing limbs. But the pink-haired boy misunderstood the embrace of his older brother as an invitation for a hug, a hug he willingly and happily gave back. He let his body fall forward and crashed against his brother's chest, tearing a groan out of his throat as the air was knocked out of the black-haired boy. Not that Natsu cared anyway for such unimportant things.

He giggled instead, as his small arms tried to reach around Zeref's shoulders but he was too small to fully embrace him but he was content nonetheless as he buried his face in the crock of Zeref's neck. Another groan left Zeref, this time from trying to suppress the laughter threatening to bubble from his mouth as his little brother's pink thorns tickled him in all the wrong places but he soon lifted his arms from Natsu's hips and hugged him closer nonetheless. As much as he wants to punch Natsu more than often he can't deny this side of him that wants to protect his little brother from all the evil in this world. It's like a blazing fire inside the deepest part of his heart and it is from where he draws this conviction.

Natsu's spiky hair, an almost identical copy of his father's hairstyle, danced across his brother's nose, ear and face who in response finally broke and started to giggle and laugh at the same time. Natsu's harsh entry was already forgiven and forgotten as the two Dragneel Brothers revelled in each other's presence., enjoying the peace of their surroundings together.

"I've missed you Zeref," Natsu suddenly admitted out of nowhere in a voice so low that the raven-haired boy barely noticed the soft whisper flowing across his skin. Zeref had not expected his beloved younger brother to say something so unsettling. Immediately dark thoughts rummaged through his mind about what could be possibly the reason for Natsu's bitter revelation.

"It was so boring at home without you!" Natsu then exclaimed eagerly with a hint of pouting hidden inside. Zeref sighed and berated himself for worrying in the first place while he shook his head from side to side slightly in amusement about his brother's antics. Lively and always energetic. That's how Natsu has been since the day he has seen the first light of the world and every day added to the pile of his life is a miracle by itself.

Zeref stared at the younger boy sprawled out on his chest, observing how Natsu's jubilant expressions shifted from happy to happier and how his large toothy smile similar to his own and the one from their father graced his boyish features. Seeing him like this makes the day of his birth is a nightmare come true to Zeref, a day he wishes to forget and never remember again in his whole life and what follows afterwards. Simply thinking about that gruesome moment of his short life and his heart wrenches in emotional grief and suffers one heavy blow from despair after the other.

On that day his beautiful mother suddenly collapsed without warning in the middle of the street, holding her belly as she screamed in pain and shed tears of emotional blood from her deer-brown eyes. Zeref stood beside her and didn't understand the world anymore but out of nowhere his father appeared and scooped her up in his arms. Much to the raven-haired boy's relief because he was utterly helpless.

Zeref's mother continued to cry and crimson blood stained her beautiful dress around her nether regions. Young as he was he didn't understand what was happening but his instinct told him the worst and played morbid scenarios in front of his innocent eyes. When his parents told him that he soon would be a big brother his heart almost burst from the happiness coursing through his entire body. He loved reading back then already and despite his very young age understood already the more complex circulations ruling the world around him.

His father once told him that he even learned how to read before he had taken his first step on shaky legs all on his own. That's why he has always secretly wished for a younger sibling, one for whom he could act like the cool older brother he always read in the stories about, the books he absorbed like life-saving oxygen.

So with the first scream from his mother, his inner alarm bells rung a concert of worry and caused maddening havoc in his mind, shaking and breaking his soul in the process. Even the gentle pillar of light his father was for him and still is couldn't soothe his restlessness away. But before he could explain what little of the situation he did understand the scenery around him shifted and he found himself together with his parents in their home on the other side of the village – seemingly magically transported by magic. Not that Zeref cared much about the unexplainable movement with the events occurring around him.

Still holding his wife, hugging her closer to his warm body, the father of Zeref raced to the bedroom of his wife and him and gently placed her on top. His son was right behind them, standing at the side of the bed and hoping his presence could make the situation ever so slightly better. As much as he wanted to praise Zeref for his out looking persona this was neither the place nor the time for words of acknowledgement.

The epitome of beauty he was allowed to call not only his wife but also the woman he loves with his whole body was breathing short and ragged. Sweat covered her whole body and her blond hair stuck to her slick skin drenched in the salty liquid but the worst of all was the red stain between her legs.

He placed his large calloused hand on top of her lightly swollen belly from two months of pregnancy. His fingers picked up the violent turmoil, twisting and trashing inside her, immediately and he realised the situation was even worse than he had anticipated. Considering his wife's bodily condition it was a tenfold miracle, that they were blessed with one son who watched the event taking place with tears forming in his eyes. Despair and fright invaded his usually happy face and it was a sight the man never wanted to see again. But there was little he could do about it. He needs to tend to his wife as fast as possible to prevent things from getting even nastier than they already were.

The pink-haired man returned his attention back to his wife withering in the brutal agony emitting from insider her womb. His hand still touched her belly and soon the wise man understood the reason.

A second son was a miracle directly sent to them by the god of luck but that doesn't mean everything afterwards will go just as smoothly. As cruel and harsh it but his wife's body rejected the life developing insider her. Not out of hate but out of the genetic order of self-preservation. Her body deemed their son a threat for her life if the pregnancy should continue so it acted by the orders given to it by nature. Unlike Zeref this one seemed to be a small troublemaker and wouldn't remain as peaceful as Zeref has been while in his mother's womb. And since he was just as blessed by magic as Zeref was, their mother's body did what it did.

It was a heartbreaking realisation, one he would never speak about no matter what will happen and one he had to be blamed for since he has grown too strong for a normal human body to bear his children. But that's why lies have been invented. Because sometimes the truth is simply too gruesome and bitter to endure. Having analysed the situation the man acted out of the vast knowledge he acquired during his life and followed the one iron rule he crystallized as result out of his experiences.

Never fight against nature and instead fight alongside it. Unlike many others he has not forgotten about this rule and as cruel as it may be, it's the only way to ensure that his wife will be okay after this ordeal even if this means coaxing the rejection forward with magic and forcing his second son to greet the world far too soon.

Softly he pulled his wife to the edge of their bed and ripped her dress apart without remorse, revealing his wife's most intimate part to him. But this time not in order to let her see the stars she loves so much while he taints her pure soul with pleasure but instead to bring her suffering. His heart wrenches by the thought alone but it must be done. In the worst case, he will lose his wife and son at the same time and if there's anything he can do to prevent this outcome he will grasp the small glimpse of hope without a second's hesitation.

"Zeref, lay beside her and hug her as tight as possible. Will you do that for me?" The pink-haired man asked but it resembled more a command and demand at the same time. The young black magician didn't know why his father wanted him to embrace his mother but he did without a second thought. His father's words were like strings pulling at his body and turning him into a puppet without him even realising.

The innocent boy climbed on top of the bed and hugged his mother's left side who in response uttered sweet nothings despite the pain in her belly and lower abdomen. Ever the watchful mother the blond woman was, she tried to reassure her son that everything would be alright but she failed miserably as the pain increased further, tearing an agonizing scream out of her lungs. She cried even more than before, the hot liquid dripping from her face and soon accompanied by hiccups from Zeref, who couldn't bear to watch this scene any longer. He just wanted to live the happy life he had less than an hour ago. Why did life punish his family so badly when it had smiled down on them for all those past years?

Mother and son were spiralling down into the depths of despair but the calm voice of husband and father pulled both of them back in an instant.

"Luna Heartfilia, do you trust me?" A simple inquiry said woman answered without hesitation and burning conviction in her eyes. "Of course I do!" She would always have faith in the man she called the love of her life and who was her husband and the father of her son, clutching her left side. Nothing would change this, ever.

And by her answer, those crimson-red eyes of his flared with the same intensity as they did when they first met.

She was born as Luna Heartfilia to the estimated household of the Heartfilia family, famous for their mastery of celestial spirit magic and more than anything their wealth. It was enough to even bribe the God Dragon of Gold, Viernes to protect their estate from any harm as long as they offered treasures to the mighty dragon.

But she has always wanted to be free-living so the home she was born into was like hell for her. Forced day and night to act like a nicely dressed doll, serving as an accessory for the men deciding over her fate on drunken nights which ended more than once in filthy orgies. She endured it for long years until it became too much for her and she fled from her personal prison crafted from gold on the day her future husband had been decided. It was a thick, hairy ape who reeked of alcohol, sweat and pussy juices of countless other women. It was the last straw for her.

But before she even could see the exit of her cell she ran into the waiting arms of none other than Viernes himself. The dragon rested onto a freshly delivered pile of gold and jewels and upon seeing her he transformed into his human disguise. She had always feared this monster because he had shown more than once some sort of interest in her.

When the golden light emitting from his transformation ceased she was greeted by a half-naked man. His bare chest rose and fell in soft motions, showing he was not embarrassed about his bareness. At least he wore shoes and trousers because otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure the sight. His blond spiky hair swayed from side to side in the nightly breeze and his blue eyes were solely fixated on her and her alone. He didn't even spare a second glance at his beloved treasures.

"So the butterfly tries to escape its golden cage at last?" he asked her but she didn't dare to answer him. Not a single word would leave her lips because despite his power he's nothing more than the loyal guardian dog kept at bay with an expensive leash.

The humanised dragon waited a bit longer for an answer and when he didn't get one he asked another question, trying to coax the innermost thoughts out of the girl standing in front of him.

"Why don't you become my wife? I would even kill all those puny insects you detest so much." Whatever Luna had expected he would do, this was definitely not within her pool of expectations. She, becoming his wife? How should this work? She's a human and he's a dragon! Just what kind of morbid thoughts are running through his mind to suggest such a vile union! Her mind screamed at her not to but her loose tongue and her tomboyish attitude were stronger and she snapped at the God of Dragons.

"Like hell, I will become your wife you fucking creep!" the blond girl screamed at the draconic human in anger and cursed herself for doing so a second later. It was well deserved but considering at whom she had just snapped at certainly not her brightest idea. But the dragon surprised her again as he burst out in laugher.

His raspy voice filled the air around them and it lasted far too long for her liking. But she found herself unable to escape from this situation because the mighty dragon had freed his magic and forced her to stay where she was. It felt like gravity was bashing at her from all sides and turned her into a living statue as long as the dragon desired so.

When his laughter died down at last he moved forward until he was mere inches away from her. She could feel the heat coming from his body in waves but she shivered instead. His presence alone was crushing her soul, by simply standing in front of her. His title God Dragon is not only a show-off. Paralysed as she was he lifted her head by her chin and forced her to look into his eyes, the claws hidden inside those fingers felt like the cold touch of metal and it frightened her. They stared at each other's eyes before the dragon broke the silence.

"This attitude of yours is why I desire you, my sweet, little butterfly. I'm a God of Dragons so it's only natural that others bow their heads in front of me whereas you deny me my praise and stand tall while still being a meagre human. I have to admit this behaviour is rather... refreshing to experience." Viernes explained his fascination for her. Every word he uttered was a disgusting disease for her ears. She wanted to slap the bastard across the face but was unable to do so because of the magic forcing her to stay put and endure his sickening monologue. Apparently, her disgust showed in her expression because the dragon snorted amused before he went on.

"Well, well. From what I'm seeing in your eyes, this blazing fire of hatred burning inside them, I assume you are not as enticed by this idea as I am right? Truly a shame and such a waste." he dragged on but suddenly the air around shifted. It was thick with magic and impregnated with the lust for blood. The fingers holding her chin fastened their grip on her and dug deep into her skin. Crimson blood soon dripped from her face by the dragon's actions as he turned back to staring at her but this time with evil intent dancing inside his visual orbs who had turned into slits.

"Maybe I should simply force you into subjugation," Viernes said to her with a tune empty of any emotion. She panicked and she knew that he knew and he was delighted about this fact. This sick bastard was probably getting a hard one from knowing he could break her asunder whenever he wished so. But he decided on a different approach and retreated completely.

When the heavy magic was lifted from her shoulders she wanted to collapse but gritted her teeth and stood firm. She wouldn't give this lizard the gratification of seeing her bow in front of him.

"But if I were to do that I would taint your beauty, a heinous deed I won't commit because I love to enjoy what this world has to offer for those with power." The humanized dragon stepped out of her way and gestured with one arm for her to move onward.

"So fly, little butterfly. Fly and see the world as it breaks you and corrupts your innocent soul with the madness awaiting you behind the golden barriers of your cage." Bright light engulfed his frame and the mountain of treasures behind him before they had vanished from Luna's sight. Only his laughter rang through the air again and accompanied her as she continued with her escape.

She ran and ran and even as her legs hurt from the strain she put on them she didn't dare to stop. She wanted to see the world with her own eyes and nothing would hinder her on her path. The lies given to her by the God Dragon were just another barrier she needed to overcome. This world is not as he had described it.

It was even worse.

Not even a day had passed since her getaway before the cruel reality caught up to her. She had hoped it would become better after her so-called home was only a memory to her, that she would be bestowed for her courage with a life full of adventure but her freedom didn't last long. In the first town, she arrived at she was taken hostage by a gang of thugs, kidnapped in open daylight in the middle of the street. What followed is a nightmare... no. It was hell incarnated.

She was thrown into a dark prison, only lighted by a single torch at one of the walls. An old, fragile bed was the only furniture that adorned the otherwise empty chamber. She didn't know how long she was left alone in there but the next time the lone door to the cell opened she wished for solitude eternal.

Her only route towards freedom was blocked by a large, hairy ape, the very same ape she was supposed to marry sooner or later. His disgusting smile directed at her terrified her as she took a step backwards with each step he took forward. The door behind him fell shut and shattered her last hope of fleeing from this place. Then the nightmare truly began. He assaulted her, saying she was his. He ripped her clothes away from her and when she tried to fend him off slapped her across the face. She fell on the bed and cried in pain but it was nothing compared to what followed next.

He discarded his own clothing and presented his ugly self to her. When she saw his hardened cock, realisation slowly entered her mind and it made her regret to ever think she would be allowed to live the life she wanted to. She thrashed around as the fat ape came closer to her but he punched her then – almost into unconsciousness – and buried her under his hairy layers of fat. Then he tore her legs apart and shoved his tiny dick into her most intimate part and took one of the most precious things away from her.

Her virginity.

She was a hopeless dreamer when she was a child, always hoping that one day her knight in shining armour would come along, sweep her from her feet and take her on an everlasting adventure. Once she had read about fairies and she was immediately hooked. She wanted to see them and wondered whether they had tails or not. Children think of many things while growing up but this one never left her. For her, it was an eternal mystery, an eternal adventure and she wished that one day the man she could give her heart to would accompany her on this journey and only to this man would she give her innocence.

But the reality was different. Each meaty slap that violated resonated from her nether regions, each new pain flashing through her whole body made this clear. She still tried to do something, anything but it was hopeless. Tears fell from her eyes and the sick asshole licked them away like tasty droplets of the finest juicy. She vomited by that but the man didn't care about that as he continued to rape her.

She lost the track of time of how long the torture prevailed until she felt how his gooey seed filled her. The scars left by this experience carved their path deep into her soul and would most likely never heal. Being not by her senses she only barely noticed how the ape put his clothes back on. He banged against the door and it opened. From his pocket, he pulled out a small bag and by the clinking sounds, it must be gold. It dropped into an awaiting hand but she was too hurt to notice anything happening around her. Too great was the emotional shock she had suffered.

The door fell shut again, the harsh noise bringing relief to her. She was glad that the ordeal was over. At least she thought so until she heard the rustling of cloths. Weakly she lifted her head and new tears formed in her eyes. Another man stood in the room, as bare as she was and rubbing his hardening cock up and down with one of his hands. This was not the end but only the beginning of her torturous odyssey.

The odyssey of being sold off as a sex slave to those who had enough money to pay for a flower of beauty as she was soon called. Violated and raped physically and mentally she suffered for weeks, months and years. Time became meaningless to her. Instead, she counted the cocks she had to take per day. Only by doing so, she was able to tell when a day ended and when a new one began. Many times she wanted to take her life but there was nothing in her room she could use to end it. She tried choking herself to death countless times but her own survival instinct prevented her from committing the deed to the end.

So she was forced to live on in this nightmare utterly helpless and on her own. Nobody would save her from her ordeal and nobody even cared to do so. She was alone but fate pitied her. One night the man once chosen to be her husband paid once again for her. He had become a regular and he was the cruellest of them all and the one she feared the most. He was a sadistic piece of shit and revelled in beating her to a pulp while he raped her.

Her hands and feet were bound to the bed with thick robes while his dick ruined her insides. She cried and screamed but this time it was not only from the pain and suffering. It was also because she was so angry, so wrathful about herself and everything else as well. She loathed life and the world she was living in and her rage cracked the chains insider her, the chains that had held her latent talent as a magician in check. The moment they broke, her magic burst forward. It pushed off the ape from her and smacked him against one of the rocky walls.

He cussed and cursed because of the interruption and wanted to teach her a lesson but he was unable to move any closer to her. Her magic was too strong and kept him away. Seconds later a tumult upstairs required his presence so he left her alone for the moment. With every passing moment, it become worse and soon enough the earth began to shake. Whatever was going on outside must be a terrific event if it's even noticeable all the way down hear but Luna Heartfilia couldn't dwell too long on this.

Suddenly the ceiling above her was ripped open and a colossal, plated hand took a hold of her. She was lifted upwards but despite its size, the hold was gentle, something she hadn't felt in years. The nightly sky outside was covered by thick clouds and the blond woman could hear screams coming from every corner of the town below her. She should be happy and glad to see the outside world after her ordeal but when she saw to whom this large glove belonged she shivered in fear and fright.

It was a large warrior, clad from head to toe in metallic armour. He hovered above the city but his gaze was solely on her. Star emblems adored his figure and he looked like a being straight out of a fairy tale. He held her with his left hand while his right hand had a firm grip on a sword as large as he was. He shifted his attention on the speck of civilisation on the ground and his voice boomed across the heavens.

"Humans, by the contract she and I made you will suffer the consequences of thine actions. May the wrath of the stars rain down upon you and vanquish you from existence." Each of his words was a thunder without flash. She understood his every word but still couldn't make any sense of it and even if she did there was no time to do anything.

The gargantuan warrior lifted his sword and pointed it upwards. Upon his silent command, the clouds parted and opened the window to the galaxy. Millions of stars greeted her sight and she was marvelled by what she saw despite the circumstances.

Suddenly one of them began to shine brightly. It gleamed and sparkled stronger and stronger with every passing second until she could make out a ray of pure light shooting towards them. She shielded her body from the rampaging beam of light, fully aware that it was pointless. She heard how it connected with the town and how it burned everything away in its divine shine.

Rubble flew through the air and earth and sky shook from the pure power riding on the destructive pillar of golden light falling from the vastness of the universe. She feared for the worst but had not the feeling that she was suffering any damage so she dared to open her eyes. The city was gone by now and only a large column of smoke indicated what had happened mere moments ago to all those people. It was gruesome knowing that so many people must have died just now but even more terrifying was the fact that she didn't care in the least. She should be shaken and feel sick but only a weird tranquillity washed over her, realising that she was, at last, free and all her assailants met their end.

Suddenly she found herself on the ground and the mighty warrior hovered above her head as he directed his words at her, forming a long speech the world had not heard before.

"Luna Heartfilia, the blood of your lineage runs strong within you. Not many exist who can call forth my might into this world. In fact, you are only the second one who has succeeded in doing so. Your talent as a celestial spirit mage is outstanding and unheard of in the long history of thine family. Even though awakened in the vilest of situations consider it as a gift and blessing alike. An old friend of mine once told me that magic is free in its essence. Neither good nor evil, it doesn't discriminate and treats every being equally. You may have taken away many lives today but don't dwell on it for too long. Engrave it in your memory and think about whether this was the right choice for you to make or not. Whatever thine answer will know this. The stars you are named after will always smile down on you and brighten the path you will walk. They and I will be your allies and we will come to your aid whenever you need us. Though our meeting is brief allow me to call you my old friend as well before I bid you farewell. May the stars guide you on your awaiting adventure."

Luna was unable to make any sense of any of this but the one who held all the answers she desired vanished inside golden light and she was left alone near the crater where a town brimming with life had stood mere minutes ago. Now it was nothing but a distant memory, a shadow of the nightmare she has suffered through in this place.

Confused and unable to comprehend any of the events the blond woman ran away as fast as her weakened legs could carry her. Due to the time in the underground prison, they were not used to moving this much but the broken woman pushed on further and further. She wanted to get away as far as possible from the place that would haunt her nights for the rest of her life. Secretly, she wished that the stars from above would enlighten her path as the colossal warrior had promised but the dark forest she was in was clad in nothing but black.

She cursed her unlucky life and regretted it immediately after because from behind her echoed growls from a pack of famished beasts. She was thin and not well fed but at the very least she was easy to hunt down and would serve as a nice snack for the monsters.

She ran even faster than before and dared not to look back. She felt the heated breaths on her back and thought this was how her life would end but suddenly the presence of the ravenous carnivores vanished as they fled the scene with their tails between their legs.

Luna didn't know why but she wouldn't complain as she went on in the opposite direction. Soon the sturdy trees parted and revealed to her a sight of beauty. She was deep within the jungle of endless green and stood in front of a shallow pond, just deep enough that one could submerge themselves into.

The skies above were illuminated by billions of stars and the moon graced the world with its fullest state. Their combined light reflected on the calm surface and danced across the blossoms of the countless sea roses swimming on the surface. After all the suffering and torture Luna Heartfilia hat not anticipated that a place of such tranquillity could exist in this ugly world but her eyes proofed her wrong.

However, suddenly the peaceful surface of the natural spring arched. Of course, she couldn't be allowed a moment of repose before life threw the next shit load in her face. A tall figure erupted from the water as it splashed everywhere. The figure or rather the man had his back turned to her and she gulped. Being a sex slave she has seen many men but none of the trash that violated her could be compared to this one.

Lean and athletic in build and adored by a mop of dripping wet pink hair. Whoever said, that pink is not a colour for men should take a look at this guy. They will overthink their opinion instantly. His hands supported by muscular arms combed through his hair, trying to bring some order back into them but their natural spikiness wouldn't allow so. Her eyes wandered up and down his frame and even though it was hidden behind watery curtains this must be the sexiest arse walking across all of Earthland!

Suddenly the pink-haired man sniffed the air and then turned around and stared at her. His arms were still raised and his hands had stopped mid-combing, grazing her with the sight of his front on full display and by the grace of God, just how many of his duties did he neglect in order to create this one man? The term of perfection was invented solely for him but it was a sorry attempt to describe his features.

His front was adored by a chiselled six-pack even the gods in their ethereal kingdom were envious of yet it was not bulky in any form and continued the athletic and lean build from his back. Only a single wound had caved its claws into his tan skin at the right side of his neck. It would leave a scar but it didn't pollute the sight he offers. But his most catching part was those scarlet red eyes staring at her.

They took her in, roamed over her bareness similar to his own and unlike every other man would do, his gaze returned to her face while one of his eyebrows rose, silently questioning about her lack of clothing. Neither of them said anything as they remained perfectly still before long it was broken by the man. His voice was deep and throaty but not raspy. It fitted perfectly to his body so she didn't expect the dry humour in the least.

"Honestly, I'm a bit startled. I didn't expect to run this deep inside a forest into a perverted exhibitionist. Please be gentle with me. I'm just your average, little evildoer." Despite all her suffering and gruesome experiences still fresh in her mind, Luna snorted at this, messing up the functions of her nose and mouth as she began to laugh, all the while the reddish eyes never left her.

From that moment onwards the same eyes would always look at her, from up close to far away before it was up close again and then that never changed. Those were the eyes of the man who healed the scars covering her body and soul. His presence alone was like balsam to her and his touch more divine than the touch of god.

He was the man she fell in love with, the man who became the one she had dreamed of as a child. Once she told him about this and regretted it. He never stopped teasing her about it, not even in the present day. He said she was not a princess longing for a knight in shiny armour. If someone like this would show up she would punch him in the face and she had to admit that he wasn't incorrect about that – not that he needed to know about that. The next moment she was in his arms or rather thrown over his shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes.

She wiggled and cursed at him but his firm grip prevailed. He had even the audacity to place one of his hands on her behind and kneaded her soft flesh without remorse. She was beat-red but it paled to the colour that came after hearing his next words. "You are not a dolly princess wishing for a shiny knight. You are the wild princess, the black sheep of the family, seeking the adventure only the impish demon lurking in the shadows offers. That's what you want and that's what you shall get, my sweet princess." he said to her while his teeth had formed his signature smile she couldn't resist. And more than anything he was absolutely correct about that and by the amused glint in his red eyes she knew that he knew that he said the truth. She is the princess who fell in love with the demon and never regretted it even for a second.

So when he asked her if she trusts him the answer was obvious and after hearing her response he grinned this stupid smile of his that she couldn't resist. Even with the pain coursing through her abdomen and nether regions and her son shivering at her side she felt like everything will be okay. She is bewitched by the man she loves, the man who is more demon than man, the man with those crimson eyes always looking out for her well-being, the man who bears the name of a dragon.

The man, who is called Natherious Dragneel.