Hi lovely readers!
Here we are with another story, this was requested by agarfinkel, and I really hope they enjoy it.
It was interesting writing this pairing, especially with Vidaldus being quite a minor character, albeit memorable!
I wanted to mellow him a bit, show that he had developed whilst Juvia was trapped on Tenrou, yet his wild side was still very much there.
Always open to constructive feedback, and I'll be honest, I definitely have a praise kink after reading so many lovely comments!
Remember, my requests are open. Let me write your kinks ;)
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Vidaldus Taka.
Ex member of Trinity Raven.
Ex member of Death's Head Caucus.
Guild less and down on his luck. It had been almost eight years since he had been exiled from his guild, cut off from his so called friends simply for failing one lousy mission. One that should have been easy if it hadn't been for those two damn Fairy brats.
He thought of those two often, nights when he could not attain a peaceful sleep, tossing and turning into the small hours. The pair were almost polar opposites, but had managed to unite to defeat him.
It wasn't fair.
It was one of those nights, in his small draughty room he huddled under the threadbare blankets as he was swept into the memory of the females. They were hot as hell, making his pulse jump with frenetic desire simply thinking about them.
The blonde had been the average young male's fantasy; long blonde hair, big brown hairs and tits that begged to escape from whatever clothing she wore. Smooth skin, slender waist and a curvy ass completed the picture; a wet dream incarnate.
But it was the blue haired one that had really got his attention. She had stood with a rigid back, a sombre expression and buttoned up clothes that made him wonder what she hid beneath. It had been no mere coincidence that he had chosen to put her under Rock of Succubus, and he had not been disappointed with the result.
She was a fucking siren, the vivid blue of her hair a stark contrast to her pale flesh. Her waist even more pinched than the blonde's, an ass that simply would not quit and her tits were perfection, high, tight and more than a handful, just how he liked them.
The revealing clothing had left little to the imagination, and he had desperately wanted to keep her, make her his now and forever.
Back then, he would have. His morals had never been very well aligned, that was why he ended up as part of Trinity Raven, willing to do whatever was necessary to succeed, and he was damn good at his job.
Now, he wasn't sure.
Would he be so ready and willing to override someone's free will like that?
He had only used Rock of Succubus once since the Tower of Heaven debacle, pushed to the point of breaking by the teasing of a bunch of idiotic girls.
Vidaldus had been working some solo missions, grunt work that the local guilds had passed over, deeming it beneath them, when had stumbled over a trio of girls that seemed only to want to cause people pain. They were riling up a small town, nothing too taxing, just some petty vandalism, trying to cause fights between locals and starting nasty rumours that would have gotten some people in a lot of trouble if believed.
They had not taken him seriously when he appeared, ready to rid the town of their malicious presence. The girls laughed like hyenas as they ripped apart his every little feature, clothing choices, you name it they slated it.
He had no idea girls could be so vicious with merely their seemingly poison dipped tongues.
He had guessed they were around 17 or 18, still very young and in no way experienced with living in the world yet. The urge to teach them a lesson had coursed through him, spurring his transformation into his Heavy Metal form; that had scared them.
Lewd words were said, much to his regret now that he looked back on it, but one of the trio had stood defiantly against him, chin tilted up as she held her ground. The spell had been set into motion before he truly realised what his fingers were doing, strumming the chords with such vigour that the other two had fallen on their butts.
They watched in anguish as their 'leader' had been swept into a ball of energy, her shrieks of help filling the air.
She had become a raven haired strumpet, her skin a lovely deep caramel colour that had paled only slightly under the effects of the spell. Her friends didn't know what hit them as the catfight erupted, much to Vidaldus's delight, he really did love it when girls were rough with each other.
With the two friends sprinting for the nearest way out of town, clothes practically torn from their bodies, long nail gouges in their skin, the caramel coloured groupie had turned to Vidaldus, stalking him like he was her prey. Her hips had swayed as she approached, his interest had quirked, but something nagged him at the back of his mind. She wasn't what he wanted, she was too young, too naive and she simply wasn't the blue haired babe.
He had reversed the spell before she got to him, her form slumping to the ground as he walked away without another word. The sounds of her sobs had floated to him on the breeze, he was pleased to have given her a scare, hopefully enough to get her on the right path, but he also hated himself, the spell being took powerful for a man that could not be truly certain of his own morality.
Vidaldus had vowed never to use it again, that had been five years ago, and he had held that vow...until now.
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Juvia Lockser had finally made her mind up.
He would never change, never return her feelings, and she could not watch herself crumble into mere dust as she pined for him from afar. An echo of her former self as she watched with hatred in her eyes at every female that dared to speak to him, hating herself for hating them. The girls had done nothing but accept her, befriend her and all she could do was think of them as her love rivals.
She had hoped after they had returned to Magnolia after their seven year slumber on Tenrou Island that things might have changed, but that had been merely wishful thinking on her part.
Gray had seemed colder and more distant than ever before, his rejections getting more vocal, his words stinging her as if he wanted to pierce her with his ice.
Lucy and Levy had made a valiant effort to comfort her, they were sure that Gray would come around, that he was simply a grumpy idiot that didn't know what was good for him.
When that tactic had failed, they moved on to telling her that he wasn't worth her tears, she should move on and forget about him, the boy was an idiot.
Yet she knew that if she were truly to move on, she would have to leave.
Juvia could not be apart of the same guild as him, she not could be friends with his friends and not want more from him. She would become a broken woman, and she wouldn't allow it, she had come too far from how she had been as a member of Phantom Lord.
As she sat in her room at Fairy Hills, she looked sadly at her packed case. It seemed so small, yet it held precious memories that she would treasure forever, no matter where life took her. Juvia was ready to leave at a moment's notice, her letter explaining her reasoning written in beautiful loving pen strokes.
She could not bear proper goodbyes, she knew it was cowardly but there was a part of her that knew she would be persuaded to stay and that was not what she wanted.
She had several appointments in the port town of Hargeon, she wanted to be by the ocean, to reconnect with the water whilst her tattered soul rebuilt itself. Standing with shaking hands, she strode from the room and begun her journey to Hargeon without anyone noticing her absence.
There was a dreadful chill in the air, the winter months were closing in rapidly and Juvia pulled her long navy coat closer around her body as she looked at the vague directions she had been given for the apartment.
The day was long and miserable, each cramped apartment had been worse than the last, and as Juvia trudged into the small inn, she could not be any more deflated. She chose an empty seat by the corner, her vantage point able to view anyone that entered the establishment that might recognise her.
A young waitress bustled to her table and took her order with a cheery welcoming smile, Juvia was polite in return and found herself inquiring if the inn had any rooms for the night, she wasn't giving up on Hargeon and would begin her search in earnest in the morning.
Juvia sat quietly, her eyes roaming over the many rowdy tables in the small place. Her fingers drummed rhythmically on the slightly roughened wooden table as her mind was whir with what to do next. The waitress returned with her drink order and a small silver key, there was indeed one room available and Juvia was welcome to.
Slipping the key gratefully into her coat pocket, she stood and quickly removed the heavy coat, her skin now heating from the roaring fire in the nearby hearth. What Juvia did not realise was that her every movement since she had first walked in was being watched…
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Vidaldus could not believe his eyes, surely it wasn't her? It couldn't be, she looked like she had barely aged a day since their meeting nearly eight years ago. What bothered him most was that he could not remember her name, he knew her friend had called her by it several times during their fight, but it escaped him and that really irritated him.
He had found a job to pay the rent between jobs that local guilds would hand out to him, the inn was a snug little place, and the owner was friendly and didn't ask many questions. He even had been given a room here as part payment for his work behind the bar and sometimes in the kitchen.
Vidaldus looked at himself in the cracked mirror that hung behind the bar, the wickedly lethal looking shard of glass was useful for keeping an eye on things if his back was turned, but now he merely took in his own reflection.
His hair was not nearly as long as it once had been, yet it still cascaded like an onyx wave down his back reaching his hips. A few lines crinkled around his eyes, but he did not think he looked much older than he had, and he had certainly made sure he stayed in shape. His morning ritual of waking with the sun to work out until his body was slick with sweat and shaking with exertion, remained unbroken to this day.
It was true that his wild side didn't come out to party much these days, but every now and then his patrons, who were now more like friends, would buy him enough drinks for the Metal Head to come out and play a while.
On seeing the blue siren after all this time, his hidden self was begging to come out.
At times Vidaldus felt like he had a split personality these days, the two sides of him no longer gelled as one being, clashing over silly things that made him suppress that inner self.
His fingers curled around the bottle of liquor he was about to pour, his grip a little tighter than intended, the glass cracking from the pressure. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, easing up and finishing the pour before he could do any more damage.
What should I do? Should I stride over there and see if she remembers me? Probably not a good idea, if she does remember, we didn't actually end things as friends…
His mind was riot with conflicting ideas, each more ludicrous than the last. Part of him wanted to stay hidden, watching from afar, and the other half wanted to march over there, throw her over his shoulder and bolt.
Vidaldus was not about to jeopardise his job for the chance to score with her, no matter how much his body yelled at him to do it. There was no way that she would want anything to do with him, and he would be damned if he was going to force her.
As the night wore on, Vidaldus watched in fascination as the blue haired goddess slowly drank herself into a seemingly flushed puddle of emotions. Her favoured drink order was that of light beer with a twist of lime mixed through it, he had watched her take small sips, her mouth tipping slightly in disappointment, not enough lime?
With each order she gave he steadily increased the dash of lime, delighting as her quiet purr met his ears, the sound connecting directly with his dick that had been semi aroused since she entered. He was tired of having to adjust himself, careful of not drawing attention to his plight.
It was late, the last of his regulars having left long enough to stumble back to their homes. All that remained in the bar was him and the blue mystery woman, as he finished his cleaning, something finally snapped as he saw the girl huddle into herself, the sound of quiet sobs reaching his sensitive ears.
He was standing over her before he even realised he had moved. His crisp white shirt tightened over his broad chest, tucked in neatly to his tight black pants, highlighting his own slim waist and the rolled up sleeves serving to highlight the strength he held in his forearms.
"Do you remember me?" he asked lowly, his lips twisting slightly as her gasp floated to him, her head snapping up to look at who had approached her without her knowledge.
Her midnight blue eyes were watery with unshed tears, little droplets clinging to her long lashes. The pad of his thumb wiped at the one drop that was slipping down her cheek, and he felt a charge of electricity as he touched her flushed skin.
She frowned, trying to recognise him through the haze of her alcohol fuelled mind fog. Her eyes took in every detail of his face before the gaze fell to running over his tall frame, she took her time in looking him over, and it made Vidaldus ache from her stare.
"I can remind you, if you'd like?" he offered, the words sounded more confident than he truly felt, but he was being spurred on by the fact that she did seem interested in how he appeared. Her finger edged the rim of the half empty glass in front of her, head tipping in curiousity as she thought it over.
He did seem familiar to her, but she could not remember why.
She nodded her head, it was not a timid acknowledgement, her eyes now steady on his face and showed the determination within. He gulped, "don't move," before walking to the storage room to grab at his guitar. He kept it nearby at all time, the instrument was precious to him and had been with him for longer than he could recall.
Her face turned from confused to surprised as he returned holding his weapon of choice, he could practically see the wheels turning in her brain as the pieces fell into place. He had decided not to transform himself, simply he did not know if that side of him could control itself.
His fingers moved deftly over the strings, the chords embossed on his memory despite how long it had been since he had last cast this spell. Music swelled in the quiet room as the girl was swept into a familiar ball of energy.
This time she did not struggle, letting the spell crash over her willingly and Vidaldus stared in awe as the girl he recalled from his memories stood before him after all these years.
Her long legs were encased in the tightest purple leather pants he had ever seen, every crease of her body on display under the restricting material. The black vest top ripped along the hem to show off her flat and smooth stomach, the swell of her breasts lifted into a tight hold that left more on display than seemed decent, but that was the point after all.
Her fair skin had paled more, making the kohl that swept out from her eyes even more stark against the white of her flesh, and the deep purple lipstick that matched her pants drew the eye to her plush mouth. Bangles and a studded belt slung around her hips finished the look and he wanted her.
She threw herself at him, he had to be quick to drop the guitar into her now vacant booth to be able to catch her. Her mouth descending on his skin with such fervour that his fingers dug into her sides before he could restrain himself.
Vidaldus used every ounce of control to push her back, still holding on to her, but holding back the affections she was trying to desperately to place on him.
"Tell me your name gorgeous?" he grunted, eyes screwing shut as she wriggled to get closer. He had made the right choice in not transforming, he would have done things that he would regret for the rest of his life if he had.
She was fucking purring, he could hear it thrumming through his own body as she rubbed against the hands holding her shoulders, "Juvia...what's yours sexy?" she mewled at him, her nails running up his forearm until she reached where his shirt sleeve was rolled.
"Vidaldus." he managed out through the lump in his throat, it ached along with the very hard lump in his pants.
A moan slipped past her plush lips, her tits were literally heaving before his eyes and he did not know where to look.
"Mmm, yes. I remember you, Tower of Heaven right?" she asked, "you look different, but I like it. Makes me want to rip you up a bit, ruffle your feathers ya know?"
His grip slipped, those words setting him alight in a way he had not experienced in such a long time. Juvia wasted no time in curling her fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugging it apart until the buttons popped off and clattered across the floor.
She was everywhere at once, her hands stroking at his toned chest, pressing herself flush to him as her lips moved on the warm skin of his neck.
He lost it.
Vidaldus clutched her to him with such strength that a little whine of protest ripped past her lips. He eased up, but only a little as his mouth finally claimed her own. Their lips danced in a heated frenzy, it was a melding of teeth and tongues as they warred for dominance.
She laughed into his mouth as his hands found her ass, squeezing the cheeks and pressing her lower half on to his own, "my my you are a big boy ain't ya?" she chuckled wildly as she ground her hips to him.
He needed to stop, if he didn't do it now, he never would. His inner self was screaming so loudly that he thought his ears might pop from the pressure, but he drowned it out.
With one forceful shove he pushed her into the seat of the booth, she gasped but parted her thighs in such a suggestive manner that he groaned audibly, knuckles clenched so tightly by his sides as he lifted the spell and strode away from her before her transformation was complete.
Vidaldus took the stairs two at a time, retreating to the safety of his room. He locked the door behind him and slid down the heavy wooden frame, hissing in agony as he palmed his aching length.
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Juvia lay panting on the leather seat of the booth, her normal attire had returned, and her mind had calmed from the constant buzzing of the Rock of Succubus form. That had been intense, but as she prodded the feelings, they were not bad, far from it.
Vidaldus had wanted her, it was evident, yet he had fled.
Under that spell she would have done anything for him, her cheeks flushed a darker red as remembered the things she had wanted him to do. Rip her clothes 'til she was bare. Spank her ass red raw. Bend over this table and make her see stars with his cock.
The lewd thoughts were endless, and deeply arousing. She had never had these thoughts for anyone other than Gray before, and now that she felt a genuine want for someone else, well that was so freeing for her.
A single tear tracked down her cheek, a happy tear that marked the end of her enslavement to the cold Ice Mage.
As she finally managed to push herself up the same stairs that Vidaldus had run up, finding her own room and slipping inside to lock the door. Juvia curled up under the too thin blankets, and drifted in the first peaceful sleep she had had in what felt like years. Her dreams were, for once, not of a young man with short raven hair, but instead filled with an older man with long raven hair and warm hands.
A week had passed since that first fateful encounter, Juvia had remained in her lodgings at the inn whilst she continued her search for an apartment of her own. In that time she had discovered that Vidaldus's room was at the end of the corridor from hers, and she had found herself on more than one night standing before the door with a hand raised ready to knock, but never did.
She found the man intriguing, he was easy to talk to as she traipsed back to the inn everyday after another unsuccessful day. Juvia would slump before the bar, and her favourite drink would be placed in front her almost immediately, his eyes lighting up as he asked her about her day.
Over those days she had discovered what had happened to him after their encounter at the Tower of Heaven, and about what he had been doing since then. Juvia felt guilty over her part in his sad story, yet did not dwell on it too much, he had been an enemy back then, which he himself admitted.
Juvia in turn had opened up about why she was leaving Fairy Tail, seeking a new start and a new direction. He listened patiently, tending the bar diligently but never wavering in his attention for her, and it made her light inside, feeling like she mattered more to him.
There had been plenty of lingering looks, she would be quick to catch his eye when he thought she wasn't looking, smirking as he continued to polish whatever glass he was holding. On the few occasions there hands had brushed one another as he slipped her another drink, they both gasped as the electricity passed between them, yet he didn't make a move, and Juvia was growing impatient.
It was past closing time, the only two remaining in the dimly lit bar were Juvia and Vidaldus. She had helped with his end of shift tasks and now the pair were perched at the bar, indulging in a little bit too much alcohol. Juvia had paced herself, wanting to keep her wits about her for what she had planned.
"Vidaldus?" she asked shyly, he turned to her immediately, and her gaze swept to the bob of his Adam's apple as he downed the last of his drink.
"Hmm?" he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyebrow lifting in question.
"Transform for me." she stated, stamping down on the quiver that almost broke her voice, this was a command, not a request.
He just looked on, wide eyed as his buzzed mind caught up with her words. "No! Why would you want that?" he asked.
Juvia shrugged, her fingers twirling around a thick strand of his long hair that had fallen forward, "everyone deserves to let their hair down every now and then," she replied, tugging on his hair and grinning at the hiss it produced. "Plus, you don't think I'll like it, but I think you're wrong," she continued, her voice a mere whisper by this point.
Vidaldus stiffened, not just his spine but his cock surged as he felt the pull on his scalp and the heat in her words. He was drunk enough that it didn't take much coaxing, and as he moved to stand a little apart from her, he watched her gaze trail him before he let the other side out.
"Did someone want to play baby?" he cooed, his long tongue peeking over his lips as he stared at Juvia with utter unabashed lust, his hand rubbing along his hardening length with vigour.
Juvia stood, her thighs trembled as she took him in. His form was not as intense as she had remembered, gone were the spiked shoulder pads and arm guards, the tattoo on his pale chest was still prominent as was the dark makeup that framed his eyes and lips.
"I hear someone is a bit of a naughty kitten," he growled, lunging for her and pulling her body into his tight embrace. She did not struggle, merely moaned as her fingers curled around his strong biceps. Did she dare ask the next part?
His nose was running along her neck, pushing the hair over her shoulder so his tongue could lave a scorching path to her pulse point. Fingers roaming her lower back and heading quickly south, she squeaked as he smacked at her ass, making him chuckle darkly in response.
"Change me," she whispered before she lost her nerve. Every cell of her body was screaming for more, and she desperately wanted to be freed of hers inhibitions in the succubus form.
Vidaldus needed no encouragement, he was practically jumping for joy as he ran for his guitar and had strummed the chords before he was even fully back in her sights, dropping the instrument again as he watched her frame contort from his energy.
His badass babe emerged, leaping at him with her intentions more than clear.
Gone were her doubts, misgivings and concerns about where this might lead, all she wanted was him, and she was going to have him.
Lips met in haste, hands groping and feeling every little bit of flesh, each marvelling at how intense the other was.
"I've been such a bad girl, Vi. Punish me," she purred as her mouth broke for air. Her greedy hands seeking out his cock, her nails grazing it with more force than she would have normally used.
He gripped her hair, pulling her back from him as he growled deeply. His hand was harsh as it cupped her needy little pussy through the skintight pants, so skintight that he knew no underwear lay beneath.
Without preamble he unbuttoned his black pants, his throbbing cock springing free to smack against his stomach. The head was beaded with precum, and Juvia wanted it more than she had wanted anything.
"Is that so my little slut? Well you better take your punishment like a good girl," he hissed through clenched teeth as he gave one pump to his shaft, his other hand pressing Juvia to her knees.
She pawed at his thighs immediately, lifting herself to run her tongue along the length of him, tasting and exploring. Vidaldus still had a hold of the base of his shaft, he pressed the tip to Juvia's already parting lips, smacking himself lightly against her mouth, "open up!"
Juvia took him into her hot mouth eagerly, her tongue tasting and swirling over his skin as she hollowed her cheeks to create a perfect suction. He groaned above and rocked his hips in time with the bobs of her head, the tempo was not too harsh to begin with, but as she continued it got more wild. She felt him hitting the back of her throat, swallowing past that part of her that wanted to gag until he was fucking her throat mercilessly.
Vidaldus stopped for a moment, the fingers that were tangled in her hair as he fucked her face, moving so that when he crouched down he could pull her straining tits from her top. The nipples were already so tight as the cool air kissed them, Juvia whimpered as he tugged on them in turn.
His cock slipped from her open mouth and he used the saliva soaked length to coat her buds, calloused fingers then rolling them between his fingers as they lengthened before him. His shaft desperately wanted to slip between the two heaving mounds and it was as if Juvia was reading his mind as she cradled them to him.
Juvia had never felt so wanton in her life, she could feel the overwhelming Rock of Succubus humming in her veins, but underneath it, she still had control, and this was what she wanted. She watched through half lidded eyes as the utterly wild man above her fucked his hard dick up between her breasts, dipping her head she slipped her tongue out to flick at the tip on each upward stroke.
"You are a bad little bitch, aren't ya baby?" he called out, his blood heating unbearably as he did such lewd things to her willing body.
The whine that left her lips was like the sweetest music to his ears, he wanted to taste her desperately. Through sheer force of will he removed his length and took one step back, watching Juvia frown his grin twisted into a wicked smirk in the satisfaction of knowing she was unhappy not to have his cock.
"Bend your sweet ass over the bar," he demanded, delighting in how hurriedly she followed his command. Her tits bouncing and shiny with her own saliva as she leant over the bar, wiggling her ass at him like the damn tease she was.
He placed a harsh smack on each cheek before his fingers moved around to the front to unbutton the pants and slide them down her legs, pressing into her flesh as he did so. As he pulled her feet from the pants, his lips and tongue begun the long torturous path back up, nipping at her skin and learning every inch of her.
Juvia was a writing mess, her nails clinging to the far away side of the bar as he slowly stoked at her fires, the heat pooling between her legs was indecent, little gushes slipping down her thighs which only made Vidaldus chuckle against her skin.
"So fucking wet little slut. Are you aching for me baby?" he asked, plunging one finger deep into her heat. She bucked back against him, trying to fuck his finger, he would take pleasure in edging this needy little slut, but some other time, not now.
Another finger quickly joined the first, using his other hand to part her folds and pressing his tongue in tight circles around her engorged clit. She tasted like the air after a heavy rainstorm, and a rumble vibrated in his chest from it.
His fingers worked fast, seeming to know her better than she knew herself, they were just the right angle to keep hitting her sweet spot and she wanted to push her thighs together for extra friction. "Fuck my fingers." he rumbled between achingly long licks of her sweet pussy lips.
Juvia rode his fingers, hips grinding to find the right amount of pressure and friction to bring her closer to her orgasm, she was close, the tightness in her stomach almost peaking, then he pulled out.
She didn't have time to huff out her frustration when he slammed his entire length into her aching core, tipping her off the edge with such force that she practically shattered against the bar.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me Vi!" she yelled, her eyes crossing as he pounding into her with such force that she was slowly having to step up on to her tippy toes.
Vidaldus fucked her like a wild animal, revelling in how her walls pulsated around his shaft, trying to milk him of his load. She was on the edge of another orgasm, he could feel it, and the tightness is in his balls meant he was going to cum with her this time.
His large hands moved from his death grip on her rounded hips to grope her breasts, nipples between his fingers as he flexed them to pinch the sensitive buds. He rolled his hips into her with sinful precision, glad of his continued strength in his body. One last slam and half a scream of his name left her mouth before he could clamp a hand over her lips.
They shook from the shared orgasm, Vidaldus hadn't noticed that his transformation had worn off until he looked down and saw that Juvia was also back in her former look. Her navy dress ripped at the chest and only covering her stomach as he still held himself inside her, feeling the aftershocks of their rather frenetic fucking.
He slumped on to the stool behind him, Juvia looked over her shoulder with a satisfied smile, panting as she moved to sit on his lap, Vidaldus didn't know what to do next. She kissed his lips with such tender care that his heart near shattered from how sweet it was.
They shared no words as he wrapped his arms around the slight female, carrying her with ease to his room and locking the door.
That night had been spent in a mass of sheets, bringing each other ecstasy over and over until the morning sun rose, and they finally settled in a cocoon of entangled arms and legs, happy and content for the first time in what felt like forever.
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Vidaldus stood at the alter in the small chapel, he was antsy as hell as he watched the nervous priest take in his appearance. He knew this probably looked rather strange, but it was what his bride had wanted, and whatever she wanted she got.
His transformed body wrapped in tight black leather pants, a fitted tux jacket with wicked skulls serving as the cufflinks lay over his bare chest. He had custom ordered the jacket to fit his body so that a wide panel of his chest was on display, per Juvia's request. Hair slicked back as always, but this time tied loosely with a leather strap, and the heavy make up toned down so as not to detract from the bride.
Speaking of the bride, she was coming.
He could feel her presence before he saw it, turning to watch her enter the doors alone and his breath hitched in his throat. She had insisted on being under Rock of Succubus, not that she called it being under it any more, as she knew she had control, and had told him so many times.
Her black dress could barely be called a dress. It was a tight fitted basque that pushed her delicious breasts together and wrapped tightly around her curvy body. The tulle skirts were floor length but so see through that you could make out every inch of lush legs as she swayed towards the altar. Sheer panels of the basque flaunted her pale skin, and surely this was too sinful for a place of worship?
A small black veil adorned her head, and was so beautiful against the long blue hair that flowed down her back in rippling waves. Her make up was a little less dramatic, dark kohl still swept out from her eyes, but a softer shade of lipstick graced her plump lips, lips that he wanted to nibble at so badly.
The ceremony had been fast, the priest disliking how handsy the pair were as the vows were read out and the rings exchanged. A burnished tungsten band slipped over Juvia's finger, inset with three elegant black diamonds, and a simple burnished matching tungsten band for Vidaldus.
Now it was time for the fun part, Vidaldus carried his wife over the threshold of the room they now shared at the inn, not in the traditional bridal hold, but over the shoulder with Juvia squealing in delight as he smacked her ass playfully.
The transformations were lasting longer, yet Juvia only marvelled at each extended period that she could feel herself free of her normal shackles, the restraint lifting and lightening the load that weighed her down with self doubt and lacking confidence.
Vidaldus let his other side out far more often as well, yet a part of him still preferred to be who he truly felt he was, and Juvia reassured him that she loved both sides of him in equal measure. Although, if she were feeling particularly naughty, they both knew who was coming out to play...
There wasn't time for the dress to be removed, the desire was too thick and mind numbing for such manners. The skirts were simply pushed out the way, the basque being slipped to the side to uncover Juvia's already soaking core.
Vidaldus took his new wife with a fierceness that he didn't often show, their fingers entwined on either side of her head as his body rocked into her welcoming pussy with as much strength as he could muster. Their mouths never parting, lips and tongues stroking in a rhythm that matched the slam of hips.
His naughty little slut was now his forever more, and he would do anything and everything to keep her happy. Juvia released first, her writhing body arching up on the bed and pressing her tits towards Vidaldus's face. He was more than happy to suckle on her nipples as he chased his own release, finally tipping over as Juvia freed her hands to reach down and dig her nails into his tight ass as he pounded her.
~.~
Juvia looked out from the railing of the ship, watching as Hargeon became smaller and smaller. Vidaldus wrapped a strong arm around her waist, and she instinctively leant into his strong side, fingers stroking through his luscious long hair that she adored so much.
It was time for new adventures.
New places and maybe even a new guild for the pair?
Only time would tell…