a long-awaited chapter! I'm excited for you all to read this one ehe
Casually stressed out so I really wanted to give you guys something great ;-;
Natsu grumbled as he shyly rubbed his nose, ducking underneath a bush to avoid being seen. His ears twitched as he listened to the conversation in the distance, blushing more as he listened to the voice of his unrequited love.
His lips twisted at the sound of her laugh, his stomach churning as his heartbeat pounded rapidly in his chest. He looked up to watch her retreat in the opposite direction, angry that he couldn't just go up to her and confess his feelings.
Because she was a ram, and he was a wolf.
If he even tried to talk to her, she'd run off in an instant. One look at his pointy ears and sharp fangs would have her thinking that he'd want to eat her for lunch.
Maybe the first time he'd seen her, his mouth was watering because she looked like a great meal. But then suddenly, the sun was on her face, the breeze blew her scent cleanly past him, and her smile spread widely at the sight of a single flower blooming on the side of the road.
Something in his gut twisted, a fire igniting itself madly in his heart. Which made him run away immediately.
The feeling was foreign, but his instincts told him immediately what he was feeling. She was the one; his heart, his soul, his other half, his mate.
All he could think of was her; her smile, her eyes, the adorable pink fluff of her dress, and the oh so cute golden horns that curled from the top of her head.
The force connecting him to the ram was too strong, of course, so much so that he couldn't help but visit her every day. She always frolicked in the same meadow, picking flowers, gathering herbs, running around, and playing with her friends. It quelled his heart to just see her, but he feared he'd grow antsier, want something beyond these coy stares past the trees.
He did want to confess his love, but anyone could tell you that it would never work out. It'd be blasphemy if the wolf were to speak to her as if she were anything but a slab of meat. Least to say that their tribes did not get along well.
They enacted a treaty to live peacefully on their respective sides of the forest, wolves promising not to eat the rams as long as they kept out of their side of the woods. The occasional straggler would mistakenly cross the line, finders keepers a valued rule in his woods.
Not that the wolves necessarily wanted to just eat the rams, but they were a group who looked down on them in the past. Prideful creatures didn't want to deal with the posh customs of a hoity-toity ram.
It was just a lot of dumb history that Natsu had ignored while in school, but rules were rules.
It was even more challenging now since no one had ever told him what to do if he ever fell in love with one. Honestly, it wasn't his fault! She was just...so beautiful and smelled so lovely, who wouldn't have fallen for her?
Well, he was glad that none of his pack was interested in her. They all tended to avoid this meadow anyhow.
He made it a habit to see her at least once a day, no matter what. It was easy enough to get away for a short amount of time. No one really cared what he did as long as he came home with something. Usually, a few rabbits were good enough to keep anyone from thinking he was slacking off.
He always hid behind a nearby tree or shrub, keeping his ears and nose on her when he was afraid she looked in his direction. Once his heart reached its full capacity, Natsu would waste no time in running away. His face would be swamped with a furious blush, his heart beating madly, his fingers buzzing to reach out for her.
There was always ample time for him to sneak away and find her, excluding the week of the full moon. Oh, he wouldn't dare to leave his home around then. Less for his sake and most assuredly for her safety. Natsu would never forgive himself if he did anything to harm her when he wasn't in his proper state of mind.
For a wolf, being under the full moon meant a lot of things. Their total strength unlocked the word predator in its fullest physical form. An individual could mame a whole village without breaking a sweat, which is how most rumors about them were started.
Aside from that, there was no stopping a one-track mind from aiming for what it wanted most. One glance, one whiff of her scent, he wouldn't be able to stop. He'd devour her even if she begged him to stop, without knowing just how much he truly loved her.
He never felt as terribly as he did when the moon was full and bright, handing above the village with its mocking brilliance.
It was like living through a mental fever, heat from his inner flame boiling over, and claiming his senses. His body wanted to move on pure instinct, sick for the sight of his sweet soulmate.
It would have been over and done with if not for the breeze that flew into his room. A breeze that carried her scent into his room.
His head shot up, eyes bewildered and narrowed, his fleeting inner voice disappearing as he leaped out the window.
What was she doing so close to the village? He'd never been able to smell her from his home before, even with his heightened senses. Her home was in the opposite direction, somewhere where the wind wouldn't be able to blow such a pungent smell. If anyone else, if anyone else caught wind of the beautiful secret he'd kept hidden…
"You…" His thick and haggard voice panted past his lips, holding himself up with a hand on a nearby tree. He was slightly slumped over, sweat coating his skin, vibrant gold irises looking upon her figure.
The ram stood shivering in her puffy pink dress, golden horns curling beside her thin pigtails. Her dark brown eyes refused to look away, locked in fear as he dragged himself towards her, sharp teeth snarling from past twisted lips.
"You're quite far away from home," He hummed, snatching her wrist and pinning her against the wide berth of a trunk. "What made you wander all the way out here...little ram?"
"You...you see...um...I just––I found my-myself a bit lost on...on my way...on my way home…" She shrunk against the tree; he could hear the rapid beating of her heart. He towered over her, his thoughts filled with her scent, with the reality that his first love was finally right in front of him.
"Is that so?" He hummed, lifting his hand to caress her face, his thumb running against her bottom lip. Natsu licked his lips and lowered himself, a slight growl rising in his throat. He couldn't help himself, just one taste, one small…
He sucked in a breath as their lips met, his appetite burning as he pressed her further against the trunk. It was a warm embrace, heat building as his hands wandered, her hips in his grasp.
He moaned, feeling her hand upon his chest, her lips parting with his movements. He nibbled on her bottom lip, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. The ram shuddered as he stole her pink appendage with his, his chest rumbling with a growl as he pulled away.
"You taste...delicious…" He panted, whining against her throat as his lips locked on to her pulse point. He held her closer, teeth scraping against her skin, attracted to the scent that swept under his nose.
Her sudden whimper brought him to his senses momentarily, Natsu realizing his mistake. He never wanted to lay his hands on her like this, not without a proper confession. He wanted to give her a bouquet of those daisies she was always playing in. On his hands and knees with his tail tucked between his legs, begging her for a chance—a chance she could ever consider loving him.
She flinched as he pushed himself away, his eyes their darker shade, his breath haggard and unsteady. He couldn't hide his tears, choking out a sob as he stumbled backward into the woods.
"Run...please...please run away…" Natsu watched as her knees gave out, the ram sliding down the trunk of the tree he had her pressed against. "I'm...sorry…!"
His labored breath carried him back towards his home, scattered thoughts misguiding his coordination. It made his stomach churn with a disturbing sickness, the inner voice that begged him to go back. He finally had her in his arms, was finally able to kiss her; he could've uttered those words he'd been dying to say, in between her legs.
He held his head, features contorting and twisting as it pounded and pounded. He held onto his coherent self, falling to his knees as he struggled not to succumb to the moon.
It was painful to drag himself back to his house, his heart screaming out for relief. But the pain was worth it if it meant keeping her safe. He'd never forgive himself if she got hurt when he was under the influence.
Fortunately, the morning came just as night seemed as if it purposely prolonged itself to torture him.
He woke up, tired and groggy, but glad he was no longer weighed down by the grips of his monthly visitor. Guilt still swam in his stomach, the thought of his first love's shocked face running through his head. He frowned, unable to do anything more than stare angrily at his ceiling; he could still taste her on his tongue.
Natsu tried to think of what to do next; surely, she'd been so terrified that her clan would be on the lookout for him. He didn't want to see her so soon after the incident either, sure that just one glance would sicken her greatly.
It made his heart heavy to think that he wouldn't be able to see her for some time, but he would put up with it for her sake.
He spent that day indoors, self-reflecting on his bad behavior. What else could he do? He'd walk on hot coals if he didn't already do that for fun. And asking that wimp ice boy next door to provide punishment would just get that idiot off. Maybe it would do him some good to see her so disgusted with him; that way, he'd really never show face in front of her again.
Natsu startled himself out of sleep, not noticing that he drifted off at one point. He could hear the nightly whooping and hollering of his family gathered around the bonfire. They usually all ate together around a big roaring fire, telling stories, starting fights, sharing meat. But it sounded different than their usual nights; why was everyone so excited?
He opened his door, shadows dancing and chanting, tall figures stretching through the village. As he approached, they downed beer and laughed, passing around a bone dripping with greasy meat. Most of his family gathered around Laxus, listening intently to whatever triumph he was going on about.
Gray met his line of sight, ushering the pink-haired wolf to join them.
"Where've ya been?" Gray slurred as he took a sip from his wooden stein. "You missed all the good meat, fire face,"
"What got everyone so riled up?" He asked, ignoring the snarky comment of his drunk friend.
"Didn't you hear?" Gajeel hummed from where he sat on the ground, leaning against a wide log. "Laxus caught a bunny,"
"A ram, not a bunny!" Gray rolled his eyes, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. "She was peekin' in over there, don't know how she got so close without anyone noticin'. But Laxus grabbed her and has her holed up in his place. Says cuz she broke the treaty, he can do whatever he wants with 'er."
"Do you know what she looked like?" Natsu gulped, fear quickly entering his heart. It weighed down in his chest, sinking into his stomach. His ears rang as Gajeel described her, a frightened image of his love painted with his words.
Natsu ran, everyone too occupied to care where he'd gone. The bonfire was in full swing; none one would leave earlier than they needed.
He found Laxus' home quickly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, nose burning as he took in quick breaths. What if that sparky piece of shit already did something to her? She was beautiful beyond conceivable standards, even for a ram. Laxus...he could have touched her; worse, he could have taken a big bite out of her. What if she was trapped in there, bleeding out?
Natsu pushed open the door, ignoring his pessimistic thoughts. His eyes scanned the room, falling to the girl tied up in the corner of the house.
She froze, eyes wide as the wolf approached her. Natsu felt his nerves bubble with guilt again, but he had to move quickly. If Laxus decided to take her out and raise her like a trophy to the pack, there wouldn't be any opportunities left to help her escape.
He tore the rope with his teeth, cringing as she yelped and shook in place.
"Shh, come on, someone might hear you," He hissed, untangling the material from her arms and legs. He carefully slid away the fabric wrapped around her mouth, noticing her lips were still a bit swollen from their kiss. "I'll... I'll show you the way out, okay? But you have to be very quiet."
She nodded, reluctantly taking his hand to be pulled along behind him.
Natsu tried to ignore the pounding of his heart, its volume getting in the way of his hearing. But he was finally holding her hand, and it was just as soft as he thought it always would've been.
It was easy enough to make it to the edge of the village, but Natsu knew anyone would be able to smell where she'd gone. He swiftly led them through the trees, taking the long way back towards the boundary of their respective environments.
He crossed them through groves of wolfsbane, waded them through the deep river, and headed towards the patches of thick lavender that grew a mile long.
He let go of her hand as they stood in the garden of purple flowers, wishing their trek through the woods could have been more romantic. But he had done his best to make sure no one could track their scent; her safety would always be put above everything else.
"What were you thinking?" Natsu glared at the ground, bunching his fists as his back was turned to her. "I told you to run away, didn't I? Yet you got caught in my village; you could've been killed!" He roared, scaring away any bids that had been nearby.
"I'm sorry," She whispered weakly, a sniffle producing as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I just...I just…"
Natsu's lip twisted angrily as she continued to sob; he never wanted to make her cry. He never knew how painful it would be to hear her like this, the salty scent of her tears making his stomach wretch.
"Haven't I done enough? I already hurt you…" He sighed out, turning to meet her gaze. "Go home, please. Go home and just forget about all of this."
"W-Wait! Please!" She reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from brushing past her. "I was looking for you!"
Natsu paused as she mustered up the courage to say the next few words trapped in her throat.
"I...I have a crush on you…"
Lucy was a ram, just like any other. She gathered fruits and vegetables with her friends and family, played in the daisies during her free time, and stayed away from the wolves.
But she had a keen eye, always noticing the tiny things going on around her.
One day she noticed a pair of pink ears poking out from behind a tree, quirking and bouncing as they listened. She recognized the shape, her stomach fluttering as she realized it was a wolf.
What was one doing so close to the border? Rather, hadn't he passed it? Although, he was still doing his best to hide.
Lucy pretended that he wasn't there, hoping whoever it was would leave without causing a problem. Her big brother was nearby if she got into trouble, so she wasn't too worried about him.
But from then on, she noticed that the wolf was always around. He peeked at her from behind trees, over bushes. She always noticed his tail swishing or his ears perking up.
He hadn't attacked her or her friends, so she was a bit confused. What did he want? Maybe he wanted to play in the meadow too? It was a fun place to run around, and the flowers' kind scent was always comforting.
She soon found it endearing, viewing him as a cute and shy wolf who only wanted a friend. Every time she tried to get close, he always ran off, not returning until the next day. She wondered what she could do to get him to come out on his own.
It wasn't a subject she could bring up in the village since everyone was either scared or hated wolves' barbaric nature.
There weren't many books about them either. Unless it was a fable telling young rams to beware of the savages on the other side of the forest.
Lucy ended up discovering an old journal from their first chief, Mavis Vermillion. Everyone looked to her as a legend, the first ram to ever live after meeting a wolf. She was the one able to broker a treaty between the tribes, saving everyone from the danger of being dragged off in the middle of the night.
It was hidden behind a few books, a thinly bound book with her name etched at the bottom.
Lucy read it one night, eyes soaking up every descriptive word. Her heartbeat out of her chest, her stomach fluttering with a swarm of butterflies. Mavis had fallen in love with a wolf.
She fawned over a black-haired boy named Zeref, one who was entirely too mysterious and handsome.
She wrote about how he towered over her, snarling with his sharp teeth, the dangerous heat of his breath as he growled in her ear.
Lucy was enchanted with the thought of such forbidden romance, her heart hanging onto every word that idolized Mavis' wolf.
Her thoughts wandered to the pink-haired one that she constantly saw, wondering if he was bad-natured in the same manner. She wondered what it would be like to be cornered against a tree, to hear the growl of a wolf as he bared his sharp teeth.
She fanned her cheeks and hid the journal under her mattress, shaking her head of such thoughts.
Her wolf was shy and kind, he'd probably give her flowers, sit and talk with her about all her favorite things. He'd be the type to gingerly hold her hand, walk with her through the forest, and…
Lucy stopped herself from creating such fantasies. Where was this even coming from? She didn't know who he was or what he wanted, she shouldn't be so eager to create a romance with such a stranger.
But wouldn't it be okay if she got to know him? He'd probably be easy to find, he often left through the same path in the woods.
She decided to take the initiative one night, escaping her home and sneaking away under the bright light of the full moon.
Lucy held her arms close to herself, shivering as the cold nipped at her skin. Walking in a straight line seemed like the best course of action, especially since she didn't know this part of the forest so well.
He found her first, the wolf sweaty and shirtless, panting so hard underneath the wide berth of the moon.
His words burned in her ears, the deep sound of his voice so mesmerizing. She could barely speak, not understanding why she was so nervous underneath his gaze.
And when he kissed her...Lucy could barely remember the feeling. It was hot and melted her away, dominating and suffocating her. Her knees gave out as he ran off, saying something to her that she couldn't fully comprehend.
So he liked her too…
It was dangerous to set foot in the wolf village, of course she knew that. But she just had to see him, had to know if he really liked her back.
She got grabbed off the road without warning, tied up and tossed into someone's house within seconds. The blonde wolf frightened her, his creepy grin spreading as he talked about roasting her over an open flame.
Not too long after her capture, did the pink wolf come to save her. It was meant to be.
"You what?" He looked frightened himself, not believing any of her words.
"I like you too," Lucy said confidently, tightening her grip on him. "So please don't run away,"
"Y-Y-You…you...you like...you like...you like me?" She giggled as he blushed furiously, attracted to the adorable sight of his fluster.
"Don't you like me too?" She asked, Natsu quickly nodding.
"Yes! I-I mean, yeah...um, I really, really like you," He felt as though a massive weight just lifted itself off his shoulders, her bright smile making his stomach warm.
"Thank you for saving me...I know you're mad that I came to your village. But I really wanted to see you," She said, pulling her hand away as she twiddled her thumbs nervously. "You...you kissed me and I didn't even know your name,"
"I'm Natsu," He breathed out, frowning slightly as he looked away. "I swear I didn't mean to kiss you like that...it was the moon, I figured you were so scared when I did that."
"I wasn't," She shook her head, trying to hide her blush. "I thought it was quite nice...Natsu. You can call me Lucy,"
"Lucy…" Her name rolled splendidly off of his tongue, resonating with warmth in his chest. "What a beautiful name,"
Natsu reluctantly watched as Lucy made her way back home, her meadow not too far from the field of lavender they took refuge in.
He was happy to let her go, knowing that she was out of harm's way. And they promised to see each other again, here in the lavender where no one would find them.
They began meeting late at night, seeing each other without the risk of prying eyes.
It felt like a dream come true for them both, to have this time alone together, where they could actually speak face to face.
They would talk about their day; Natsu bragging about all the game he caught; Lucy describing all the berries she picked.
He learned about her friends and what her village was like, his ears now twitching at the mention of overprotective Loke who followed her around like an older brother.
Natsu did his best to convince her that not everyone was as iffy as Laxus. That his home was rowdy, yes, but everyone was kind and good-hearted. He would've liked it if he could introduce her to his family; wishful thinking.
They held hands, laid in the lavender as they stared up at the stars.
It was a month before Natsu dared to kiss her. He blushed so hard, barely even able to meet her line of sight. His hands shook as they held hers, the wolf on the verge of passing out. His embarrassment made her feel precious and loved, enamored with his delicacy when it came to her. She took the reins, afraid that he'd set himself on fire with his reddened cheeks. She held his face, willing him to take slow, deep breaths. He focused on her scent and heartbeat, smiling as he knew she was nervous too. The ginger touch of their lips made their reality just a bit more tangible.
Natsu didn't want to seem too eager and scare Lucy off. Of course, his main goal was never to be intimate with her, but he didn't know how to stop once they started. He wanted to kiss her with every hello and goodbye, with every promise to see each other again. He wanted to whisper things in her ear, hold her close, bathe together under the moonlight. He wanted that great big orb in the sky to recognize her as his mate, more than anything.
But the wolf held back, much to the ram's dissatisfaction. She wanted the wildness that accompanied Natsu's personality. She wanted to experience all of the crazy and heated things that Mavis did with her beast.
Lucy realized if she wanted their relationship to progress, she'd have to let her wolf know that it was okay for him to be more forward. It pained her to see him pull away from a hug or kiss too soon, when she knew he wanted more out of it. She didn't want him to continue walking eggshells around her.
The best way to go about it, she decided, was to make the first move.
It was a warm night, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of lavender over their heads. They sat together, Lucy resting against his shoulder. Natsu fiddled with several flower steps, working off Lucy's instructions as he tried to make a bracelet.
She started slowly, wrapping her arms subtly around his neck. She leaned in carefully, picking herself up as she sat on his thigh.
She hid her giggle as he sputtered nervously, leaning in as he tried to crane his head back. Her bottom lip jutted out as she pouted, Natsu gulping as he didn't want to disappoint his partner.
"You won't hurt me," Lucy whispered as she quickly stole his lips, pushing her chest against his.
Natsu worried that Lucy could hear his erratic heartbeat, his fingers itching to sink into her hips. Her gentle and sweet kisses slowly began to soothe him, calming him down from the furious embarrassment he couldn't help but feel.
He focused on the sensation of her lips, the plushy soft pucker pushing away his anxious thoughts. He believed her words, he wouldn't hurt her. But he worried as her tongue slipped out against his bottom lip.
What was there to be afraid of? She was his…
She was his, why hadn't Natsu remembered that she was his? What had he been tip-toeing around this whole time for? Lucy was his, and she wanted to be taken care of properly, how could he be so out of it?
Lucy squealed in surprise, Natsu's hand tightening around her upper arm. He growled, taking her tongue into his mouth, kissing her with the same fervor of the night they shared their first kiss.
His lips began to move with confidence, matching Lucy's subtle deepening of their embrace.
"Natsu…" Her voice was breathless as they pulled apart, her chest rising heavily. He chased after the trail of saliva, stealing her lips again as he laid her in the flowers.
He smothered her, left her without a moment's rest. He wanted to memorize every pucker and bite, every way her tongue danced with his. He wanted to slow down and make the most out of every salacious second, but there was too much pent up between them.
Natsu wanted to kiss her like this every time they'd met, if only he hadn't been so protective.
Lucy didn't mind his rush to have her, her desires being sated one after the other.
The wolf broke away, hot kisses peppered down the column of her neck. He moaned into each touch, corresponding with Lucy's writing.
She tossed her head and bit her lip, rolling to meet his rises and descents.
"You can bite me," Her sultry voice whispered, Natsu stopping at the sudden request.
He could feel his fangs tingle at the idea. She was already so delicious, but to have an opportunity to taste her blood…
His worries began to reel through his head again; what if he couldn't stop? The bloodlust of a predator could be insanely overwhelming, what if he wanted to drink her dry? What if he wanted to know what it tasted like underneath all that skin? What if—
"Natsu," Her hand moved to gently caress the side of his face. "Please stop worrying,"
"I don't know what's gonna happen, Luce," He whined, his ears folding downward. "I don't wanna risk hurtin' ya,"
Lucy then nipped on her finger, breaking the skin in the process. Natsu reeled at the sight of blood, feeling his hair stand on end as she smeared it on her bottom lip.
He hesitated as she pulled him toward her, the scent catching as they were a nose apart.
He'd never smelled something so...so…
It didn't taste like the blood of rare meat or a fresh kill. Something akin to it, sure, but a flavor he'd never come across on his own.
It was light yet rich, soft and sweet, but bitter and sinful. Like an aphrodisiac, one that drove his lewd thoughts.
He was sure if it had been any other ram, he'd only taste the strong iron. But his body was made to correspond with her's, where was the need for caution?
Lucy let a smile slip as she felt Natsu relax again, his animalistic side unable to resist.
Her skin rose with goosebumps, his hands on the swell of her breasts.
His movements were still careful, curious, excited to move further, together.
She mewled in response to his soft touches, his lips leaving a trail down her collarbone. He warmed her skin, even with the brush of his kisses against her. His eyes glanced up carefully, fingers gently massaging her chest.
Her fingers fell gently against the top of his head, encouraging him to continue on his own.
The top of her dress folded as he pushed it down, exposing her bare breasts. His breath still as he absorbed the sight, finding that his throat became awfully tight.
Her skin felt soft on his tongue; he moaned again at her flavor. His carnivorousness was only further tempted by her.
"Fuck," He grunted, slathering his touch wherever he could. "Mm, fuck…"
Lucy stifled a gasp, his hips flexing against her. He ground into her own, the feeling of his hard-on hard to ignore.
Her body throbbed, his lips refusing to let up once they began their onslaught.
His warmth smothered her, an unknown feeling beginning to rise in her stomach. Her chest was so sensitive, the pink buttons stiff as he rolled his tongue over them. His hands still massaged them, pressing them together as his lips molded over them. The overstimulation coupled with his increasing excitement made her back arch of the ground, Lucy biting down on her index finger.
Her loud, shattered pronunciation of his name pulled the wolf from his immersion, eyes glazing over the shaking ram.
He noticed that her legs twitched, the rest of her body wracking out of sync as she appeared to be calming down. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, her breath unsteady and muddled.
"N-Natsu…" Her hand slowly moved to lift up her dress, the evidence of her crash effectively presented. He gulped at the sight of her sticky thighs, clear fluid clinging to the splotch on her panties.
His head spun at the concentrated scent, his sanity on the verge of slipping. He wanted to devour every inch of her, and she was making it very hard to resist that urge.
"You can...take them off," Her voice came out in a strained whisper, Natsu's fingers already under the waistband.
He wanted to inspect the article of clothing, but tossed it to focus his attention elsewhere.
"You're so beautiful," He awed at the sight of her glistening folds, the pink color bright and alluring. He spread her lower lips with his thumbs, Lucy flinching even at the slightest touch.
"Thank you," She smiled, her lips pulling slightly as he continued to experimentally touch her. "I'm a bit...a bit sensitive there,"
"Did I really make you feel that good?" His mouth watered at the sight of her center, fluid still slowly gushing out of her.
"Mhm," Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as Natsu stuck a finger into her, the digit coming out covered in slick fluid. He brought it to his lips, pushing it past, letting her flavor settle on his tongue.
Lucy felt her heart skip a beat as his vision narrowed on her.
"Oh…" She yelped into the night air as he connected himself to her spent self, his eyes rolling. He couldn't describe the taste, but it successfully pushed him over the edge. "Lucy…"
"W-Wait, Natsu, if you...ngh…! Like that...not like...oh…! I'm…I already, oh good...goodness…!" Lucy thrashed slightly as he held her hips, refusing to let up his driven behavior.
He wanted to make her cry out his name, to beg for it between her swollen folds, to cling to him for more. He lapped his tongue, feeding on the salty-sweet liquid. His fingers pushed into her, stimulating a certain part of her body.
The pressure built up, the odd sensation both sensual and scary. She worried what the new feeling was, but associated it with Natsu's ebbing towards a second orgasm.
He swallowed her sounds, tongue bathing in the creamy result of his fondling. Natsu let out his own moans, thoroughly satisfied by her response to his touch.
Lucy whined, grabbing at his hair as his tongue pushed against her clit. It was too much as she just came, his ministrations driving her over the edge.
Her body shuddered harshly, Lucy crying out as the tight knot in her stomach tore. Natsu sputtered a bit, catching his breath as he soaked up the reality of their situation.
His face dripped with another clear liquid, this one not as sticky as before. He slipped his tongue out, wiping it on his bottom lip to taste it. It was thick with her scent, the raw flavor of her lust rushing down his throat.
He stared at Lucy's flustered face, her chest rising and falling heavily. He used his vest to wipe himself down, grabbing to reach the hand Lucy held out for him.
"Hold me," She mustered out these tired words, resting her head against Natsu's chest as he complied. Her rapid heartbeat soaked into his skin, her warmth increasing as he ran his hand down her back.
She felt the tip of his...poking at her stomach, Lucy's curiosity peaked. She wanted to make him squirm and unravel under his touch, just like he did to her.
Lucy shimmied her dress off over her head, returning to Natsu's warm embrace as he snuggled into the crook of her neck.
His lips idly formed, planting tender kisses against the column of her neck.
She reached between them, letting her hand gently caress the curve of his length. Natsu flinched, a subtle growl rising from his throat.
She wrapped her fingers around it, her thumb pressing against the tip that eagerly leaked precum through the fabric. This sticky result reminded her of her own, Lucy bristling with a small amount of pride. He felt good.
Her hand moved up and down along the shaft, her palm curling over his head. She listened to Natsu's heavy breaths, the slight whine in his voice. His hands wrapped around her waist, fingers bruising into her skin.
Lucy tugged on the string tying his pants together, pulling the fabric down and over his throbbing boner.
She awed at the swollen pink head, her fingers lightly brushing over his prominent blood vessels. He felt stiff and soft in her hand, his cock twitching with every small touch she provided.
"Lucy…" He groaned, bucking his hips slightly into her grasp. "Please…"
Her throat tightened at the sound of his cute plea, his lips quickly stealing her own.
It wasn't a hurried kiss, Natsu just wanting more attention. They swirled tongues as she moved her hand faster, gliding along his length. His precum provided a slick something to move faster with, Lucy taking full advantage.
Natsu moaned into each kiss, wolfish growls spilling out every time she subtly squeezed her hand.
He bucked his hips again as he neared his climax, igniting the passion in their embrace.
He messily spoke her name between them, his cheeks burning as she tightened the coil in his stomach. He panted, snarling as her hand moved faster and faster, jerking his climax right into the palm of her hand.
Lucy flushed as he shuddered like she did, coming down from his pleasured high, wrapped around her.
She lifted her hand, curiously staring at the sticky substance in her hand. She splayed her tongue in it, locking eyes with her pleasure-drunk partner. It was thick and musky, milky and a bit sweet. It tasted like him.
Natsu hungrily watched as she finished cleaning her hand, his cock stiffening again. This night was nowhere near over.
Lucy squealed as he pushed her onto her back again, spreading her thighs to get a full view of her sex.
"You're wet again," He hummed, rubbing the tip of his dick against the slick fluid.
"I couldn't help it," She mumbled, unknowingly holding her breath as he lined himself up with her entrance.
"I can't believe you're all mine," He muttered, taking in the full sight of her body under the moonlight. His bite marks and kiss stains were bright underneath its shadow, her heart beating wildly for him. Just for him.
He let her cry out into the night as he pushed into her, the snap of his hips enough to bury him all the way.
His eyes glazed over as his beast retook the reins, the addicting feeling of her body squeezing him enough to pull it out.
This...this was what he craved. The warmth of her honey pot around him, the deep connection that ran between them. He snapped his hips again, reveling in the sound of her sharp gasp.
Again, she felt like a fire had been lit in her stomach. Again, she could feel the curve of his length sheath itself within her. Again, her eyes began to water, the odd sensation making her sex throb.
"Natsu," She lips formed his name, the wolf increasing his speed. He towered over her, his eyes half-lidded and full of extreme desire.
"Lucy," He whispered her name into her ear, the ram wrapping her arms around his neck.
He lifted her up, smirking as he now bounced her in his lap.
Lucy felt her eyes widen, his cock pushing further into her with this new position.
"That's…" Her voice wavered as he fucked her. "So deep…"
"You like that?" Natsu asked, his fingers sinking into her behind as he drove into her.
"Y-Yes...yes!" He licked the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, the salty flavor making his stomach warm.
Natsu laid back, keeping Lucy steady as she straddled his hips. He still bucked into her, Lucy embarrassed at how exposed she felt.
"I get to see all of you," He said, refusing to let her arms cover herself. "Don't hide from me,"
Lucy mewled, unable to keep the strong eye contact he showered her with.
Looking at her, he imagined their future, doing it in their own home instead of a field. Not that he would've minded rolling around like this from time to time.
He wanted to build her a house, far away from anyone who couldn't understand their love. He wanted to fill it with their scent, hold her every night in bed. He couldn't wait until her stomach was full of their children, a physical product of their love.
"I love you," He grinned, laughing as she turned a bright red. "Lucy, I love you,"
"I love you...I love you too," She found it harder to speak when he made her hiccup with his movements. She fell forward to kiss him, Natsu's hands moving to caress her chest.
She matched his rhythm, lifting her hips to fall when he came up.
Lucy hadn't realized when she came again, only able to feel the heat of Natsu's spunk as she rang him out. She was already on her knees, purplish stockings grinding against the dirt floor. He pushed into her from behind, etching into her back how they were only just getting started.
Imma write Leo next/ update another story like His Crush or Greedy Dragon bc I feel so swarmed with smut lmao
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Spoiler for Leo:
Lucy huffed and rolled her eyes as her next opponent fell to the ground, rolling around and clutching his stomach. The knights around her roared with cheers at another victory, Loke raising his arms and whooping.
"See that?! What'd I tell ya! My little sister could beat any of you cocky pieces of shit!" He cackled, Lucy, letting her hand fall on her hip as she let her eyes drift away from the crowd.
"Who's next, huh?! Don't think you can get outta this room without gettin' your ass beat!"
The blonde frowned at the dinner table later that night, annoyed with her brother who kept oogling the pink-haired maid who timidly served them their meal.
She was always toted around like some spectacle, her brother more than happy to flaunt her strength all around town.
Who would shy away from the crazy strength of the daughter of their King?
The fourth daughter, Lucy Ashley Heartfilia. And for a king who doted on his kids, well they could go around doing just about anything they wanted.