Giltena was a country north of Fiore, home to many of the same creatures that resided in the towns of Fiore.
Similar to the Heartfilia family, the royals born in Giltena were an exclusive race of dragons. A fierce and mighty breed of beasts that had the ability to tame an element bestowed upon them at birth.
And as Lucy had learned from her hot-headed maid, she spent the night with Natsu Atlas Dragneel, the crown prince and next ruler of Giltena.
This fact only proved to make Lucy daydream even more than she had been doing so before. He was a prince...and she usually hated princes. Loathed them.
They were stuck up, terribly cocky, know-it-all perverts who didn't know squat about courtship and would get decked in an instant if she were able to let loose. And because she was a succubus, everyone figured they were entitled to offer their 'generous services'. Dan of Zentopia would pay an extra amount if the princess ever saw him again, the crummy memory of his very indiscreet staring at her chest lest be forgotten.
But Natsu was a different story. He was kind, sweet, and...delicious...as embarrassing as that was to think. How could he have possibly been a prince with those sweet manners? The way he offered himself to aid her health…kissing her long and slow, lips soft but rough at the same time. His tongue tangled with hers, deep, sensual...she relished the flavor that he fed her.
"Earth to idiot, you can stop daydreaming now," Aquarius said as she walked up behind Lucy who sat at her vanity, idly brushing her hair while lost in thought. "You're in luck, there's a ball being held in a few weeks, and word has it that the royalty of Giltena intend to make an appearance,"
"A few weeks? Oh gosh, that's quite a ways away..." Lucy sighed with a frown, ignoring the grumble of annoyance Aquarius produced.
"You rarely ever attend these events so don't think you won't attract attention that day. It's important that you play your role as the princess of Fiore properly before lending your time to the dragon prince." The blue-haired maid pinched the bridge of her nose as Lucy brushed her off with a nod, her worry for the dragon brewing quickly in her thoughts. "...I'm going to need to prepare a backup plan…"
Rather, Aquarius wished she could evacuate the castle on the day of the ball, knowing that their meeting would most likely create a collision that neither would be able to fully control.
The princess found herself receiving etiquette classes again in preparation for the event, more than usual since her servants were happy to see her with more energy.
Lucy probably ate enough to satisfy her for a couple months, but there was still a lingering want and worry to see her midnight love, to hold him and have him hold her again. She yearned for his warmth and his touch, remembering the blaze of his kisses against her skin every night.
She stared out at the moon and sighed, knowing that the day they would see each other again was so far away.
How did he feel without her around? What was he thinking now that he was away from her? They had shared each other in the midst of heat, so maybe that was all it was. Maybe he didn't yearn to see her again as much as she did.
But even with these conflicting thoughts and their short time together, Lucy felt as though she knew him and his heart. Was this an after-effect of their love making and her own magic? Or was it love that she felt? Was it simply her craving the taste of the pink-haired dragon? She felt cold and obsessed, dying to wean off of the heat her mysterious lover was capable of providing.
And how could it be love? After all, the two had only spent a passionate night together, and one long and lasting feast of a kiss.
Had Lucy any right to feel so strongly for him? Would the two get along when it came to cordial behavior? Or would it only ever be that one night they were able to write in their personal history books? This is why she never gave in to those instincts of her, a relationship soley based on sex void of emotion or true companionship was annoying and unsettling. But who was she to ask for more if their night was only meant to be one night?
Natsu's thoughts were nowhere better than her own, worse even. He didn't think of the consequences of letting the princess slip away, nor did he realize his mistake until he returned home.
His dragon was to blame, of course, for claiming the soul of his mate for himself...which he was hoping she wouldn't mind. It was in the spur of the moment and his desire was too overwhelming to let her go without making sure they were connected in some way. At least, that's what the dragon had said.
But where did that leave them once she had to leave? The dragon clearly didn't think of their reality when he made his decision.
Because now they had to exist without their heart, their soul, or their fated love. Natsu cursed himself their first night apart, he was antsy beyond the fall of the moon and the rise of the sun. He could barely handle his duties as prince like this, his thoughts constantly wandering or his anger short, rarely fleeting.
He held his head and groaned, wanting her, wishing that he could just leave and go to her.
But she was the princess of Fiore and even an idiot prince like himself knew what it meant to cross borders without the proper invitation.
His trusted guard and son of the captain of their most fiercest knights, Gray Fullbuster, was the only one he could trust with what he'd done.
"You fucking what?! Are you kidding me?! Please tell me you didn't actually bed the princess of a neighboring kingdom in the motherfucking woods!"
"I wouldn't have told you if I was lying!" Natsu hissed at the knight who began to walk circles around his room. "And it was a lot more than that, don't—"
"Oh, shut up, will you? You were in heat, shit happened. But of course you had to go and fucking mark her, huh? You just love to make my life harder, don't you! Erza's gonna blow her fucking lid I can't believe—"
"Don't say it like that! It wasn't just sex, and even if I was in heat—it doesn't matter what happened, okay?" Natsu sighed as he punched the bridge of his nose, leaning back into the cushions of his couch. "We're bound and I'm going crazy without seeing her...but she just had to be a princess…"
"Why'd you even let it get that far? I thought you knew how to restrain yourself?" Gray huffed, taking his seat back across from the prince.
"The women of the royal Heartfilia family are succubus," He said, ignoring Gray's wide eyed stare. "She was hungry, okay? I'd been her first proper meal in who knows how long. I had the energy to spare, I let it happen. But I didn't think that nutty bastard would just mark her out of nowhere,"
"Knowing you and knowing him, I'm not surprised," The knight scoffed with a snarky smile. "You take what you want when you want it, that aspect hasn't changed when it comes to you, your highness."
"What should I do?" Natsu groaned, leaning forward to rest his head in his hands. "I can't just suddenly propose to my father that I want to marry her, nor would Fiore suddenly understand our customs if we tell them our situation."
"I'll see what I can do," Gray said as he stood up again, running a hand through his hair.
But without having to lift much of a finger, the two were able to find out about the ball his parents accepted an invitation to. Although it was almost two months away...basically a lifetime to his desperate dragon.
As the days neared the evening of the ball being held for whatever reason; Lucy was never sure as the kingdom insisted on throwing so many; the blonde could not help but feel entirely too antsy.
This worry failed to disappear as the princess descended the stairs into the vast ballroom, spectators from all across their country and others gathered to admire the princess who was often too sick to attend past events.
As Aquarius predicted, the guests flocked to greet Lucy, a line soon forming as many simply wanted the chance to be able to kiss her hand.
While her mouth was trained on the questions thrown at her by every guest, her eyes wandered above their heads as she tried to find the memorable tuft of pink hair.
"I think the princess would like to mix into the party now," Loke cleared his throat, halting the parade of people that refused to let Lucy move away from where she stood at the bottom of the staircase. A collective sigh of disappointment sounded as the knight led her safely through the crowd, taking her to the refreshment table for a drink.
"You seem restless, my princess," Loke observed as he handed his charge a thin glass of water.
"Not really...I was just looking for someone," She sighed, trying to play off her clear worry and anticipation.
"Is it a boy? Someone you're intrigued with, perhaps? You know that your father will allow courtship if that person is willing to—"
"Loke, calm down. I swear you can get so worked up over something that isn't proper to mention in public! Stay right here, will you? I intend to enjoy myself tonight," She said as she shot back her water, leaving the glass on the table before blending into the mass of people before her.
Before she could get very far or even begin a proper search for the fabled prince, Lucy was stopped again by another guest.
She sneered inwardly, cringing at the older man who kissed her gloved hand without warning.
"Princess," The count, Jose Porla, smiled a disgustingly wide smile as he lowered himself to a bow. "It's an honor to be in your presence tonight,"
"You're too kind," Lucy flicked out a fan to hide her frowning lips, faking a giggle as she snatched back her hand.
"May I take this opportunity to ask for a dance? Your highness must be feeling well since you've decided to attend tonight." His brow lifted knowingly, a sharp shiver successfully making its way down her spine.
"Alright...one dance couldn't hurt," She strained, hiding away her accessory before allowing the older gentleman to escort her onto the dance floor.
Bile felt as if it was rising up her throat as Jose pressed his hand into the small of her back, bringing her flush with his chest. His height towered her own, allowing him to look down and be graced with the sight of the princess' milky bosom.
One after another, the older and far more perverted end of the aristocratic spectrum insisted on having her hand for a dance. She played a gracious hostess, remembering who touched too low on her back or ogled her far too much; they wouldn't be allowed back into the castle. Smiling and making light conversation for the millionth time, tired her out, and made her lose hope of ever finding the dragon prince as time slowly ticked on. Gratefully she hadn't noticed the onyx eyes burning their stare into the back of her head, nor did anyone hear the possessive snarl of the steaming man ready to burn them all to a crisp.
If only he could be the one to step in and dance with her next, but Lucy was sure she'd lose her composure in front of everyone if he held her so closely. The feel of his body against her, his hands holding hers, his eyes cast down upon her own with a soft yet sensual gaze...
When the next song ended, Lucy felt relieved as another wave of servants was released into the crowd with trays of finer desserts and alcohol. She took this time to sneak her way out of the ballroom, glad most of the guests were adults who favored the royal wine more than their own. If she stayed any longer, she would have gone mad with the images her mind continued to produce.
The night air was cool on her skin but didn't feel as refreshing as it should have. Lucy craved warmth even as her body took a moment to breathe.
Finding Natsu indoors would prove to be much harder than she thought. Of course, people wouldn't leave the princess alone if they had a chance to get near her.
She could only close her eyes and imagine what it would be like to see him again, to be held by him again. Her stomach churned with the thought of his lips on her neck, with his hands on his hips as he gave her his…
Lucy flushed and fanned herself lightly, subconsciously licking her lips as she thought of sharing another meal with the dragon.
All of the maids and servants would be in the main house tonight, leaving the secondary castle free from anyone's prying eyes or ears until the next afternoon…
"Just what am I thinking," Lucy groaned and slapped her cheeks, pouting as her redness failed to fade. "This isn't like me at all…"
Deciding to take a walk before returning to the party, Lucy began slow steps towards the courtyard, her heart refusing to stop its flustered beating.
There wouldn't be anyone in the garden, somewhere she could be comfortably alone.
It was a short journey away from the venue, though far away from prying eyes. She ducked into the maze that created a shortcut to a more secluded location, hoping that if anyone had followed her out, they'd just get lost.
Her gaze settled mindlessly on the rose-covered walls, the red reminding her of the candlelight they shared that night. She put her hands where his might have been around herself and sighed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
"I really want to see him,"
Lucy yelped as she was suddenly halted from behind, her body gently swung against the shrubbery. Her lips were assaulted with a familiar pair, her body immediately responding to kiss back.
"Oh...Natsu," She gleamed up at the dragon, smiling as his dangerous eyes settled upon hers.
"Princess," He purred into her ear, his nose nuzzling against her cheek. "I wanted to see you too,"
"Where have you been? I couldn't find you inside," She asked, wrapping her arms around his torso. ¨I was looking for you everywhere,¨
"I couldn't approach you, too many people would have seen us," He sighed. "And I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back when I saw you again,"
"You seem to be doing a good job of that now," She giggled, squirming in his hold as he peppered her cheeks with kisses.
"I would ravish you right here, my love, but even the stars aren't privy to see your beauty," He whispered in her ear, Lucy mewling as she clung closer to his chest. "Nor were those men who danced with you. None of them were worthy of you,"
"Come with me, where we can be alone for the night," She said coyly, taking his hand and leading him towards an empty structure.
The small cottage they came across belonged to one of the first king's concubines, the chamber still dusted every so often but barely ever used.
It was hidden behind the massive shadow of the second castle, deep into the foliage of the garden. They would be able to make all the noise they wanted in a place like this, especially since Aquarius would be sure to keep the maids away.
As soon as the door was closed, the prince laid waste to his princess, pinning the girl against the wall with a throaty snarl.
Lucy moaned as Natsu's lips claimed the column of her neck, his sharp canines and hot breath painting a lewd picture against her skin. He growled as she wrapped her arms around him, his hands beginning to tug at the strings of her corset.
His lips found purchase against hers, their starved mouths suckling and nipping, breaths short and heavy as they persistently locked lips.
"I have to have you now," Natsu groaned, delving into the soft cleavage of her chest. "Your skin, its flavor, your scent; I cannot resist you."
Lucy didn't speak, just grinned sloppily as he began to kiss her breasts and bite at her hardened nipples. He glared golden eyes up at her, the frigid stare melting its way through her body. Fire eagerly trailed from the tips of his fingers, burning away the remnants of the dress that still clung to her.
Her naked body buzzed under his gaze, her hunger unmatched to his own.
The dragon was conflicted, stuck between a decision to either ravage her slowly and savor their love, or to take her immediately in his vicious hold and make a mess of her over and over and over again.
The moonlight peeked through the curtains and bathed her milky skin in its light, coercing the dragon to make his move.
"We have all night...and surely into the morning," Lucy smiled seductively as she dropped a hand to Natsu's hair. "Mold me with your hands so that I may never yearn for the touch of another,"
"What are you saying?" He grinned as he lapped at the spilling fluids that clung to her thighs. "I made you mine our first night. You are already my princess, my darling princess,"
Lucy let out a long and throaty groan as Natsu dragged his hot tongue against her slit.
"My naughty princess,"
He kissed her clit and spread her legs, giving himself a full view of her dripping folds.
"My delicious princess,"
He purred as his lips met her sodden entrance, his tongue delving into the tight and warm cave.
She cried out as he drank from her honeypot, the feeling of his rough tongue enough to push her over the edge.
"I will burn the memory of my touch into your skin, so that you may always desire me,"
The dragon purred as she came, but continued his assault as she bucked her hips against his mouth.
Again and again as he toyed with her taut button, sucked at her lips, fingered her slutty chambers. She came into his palm, into his mouth, slick fluids splatting onto the floor underneath her.
He tortured her with this continual pleasure for what felt like hours. The dragon admired her twitching and trembling form, every inch of her weak to his touch now. She slid down the wall and clung to him, whispered begs and pleads into his ear. Her gaze was hazy and shaken, yet sought him out. The princess' body thrummed for only him, and she was nowhere near satisfied. His torment only succeeded in confirming what he already knew, that they were undeniably meant for one another.
She kissed him with desperate lips, nursing on her own flavor that coated his tongue. He grinned as she tugged at his clothes, tore away the buttons that hid his tanned chest from view.
He moaned and bit his bottom lip as she kissed his neck, the princess eagerly marking every inch of his body with her touch.
Her nails gently scratched against his chest, kiss marks left behind on the tan of his skin. She moaned as the warmth of his body flowed into her own, his energy brightly agreeing to become hers.
He flinched, teeth snapping together as she gently pressed her palm to his hidden boner.
She teased him with a salacious grin, gingerly running her fingers along the edge of his curved bulge.
"Do you intend to take part in the meal I've prepared for you?" He asked with a purr rising from his throat. She giggled and nodded, letting her tongue carry her down the length of his body.
Her body instantly burned with want as she revealed his thick rod to herself, beads of precum already rolling down the shaft.
This is what she wanted, what she'd been craving all week. The thick, manly scent of his ichorus fluid, the rouge taste that made her complete putty to his whims.
His head lolled somewhat to the side as she kissed along the slight curve, lapping at the stray droplets. Her tongue bathed in the flavor of his cock, her mentality waning as she gave into her extreme desire.
He groaned as she took him into her mouth, swallowing his head while her hand fondled the base of his dick. She moaned and desperately indulged on the source of her vitality.
Natsu's back arched against the door, his calculating eyes drifting to the sight between his legs. She stared back at him as her gluttony consumed her, white spunk soon flowing down her eager throat.
There wasn't much room for conversation, their ravenous appetite leading them through a dance they longed to share.
The prince lifted his princess in his arms, walking carefully through the darkness of the cottage.
She lightly kissed and nipped at his neck, his nose leading him towards the bedroom. She moaned his name and pulled at the ends of his hair, excited as his hands tightened their hold on her. It felt painful to part for the moment he set her on the bed, carefully climbing over her form.
"I cannot wait a second longer," She whined into his ear, pressing her chest to his. "Please take me, and don't leave me, even when the sun rises."
"You're the one who musn't leave my arms," He whispered back, holding her tight against him. "Even when the sun rises, for I do not think I could stand to be away from you again, my love."
They smothered one another with a passionate kiss, her head sinking into the feather plush of the pillow she was placed on. Their eyes met in the subtle bath of the moonlight, the hunger to finally become one again overstimulating.
The prince felt the fire burning inside of him, one that pounded and burned to escape, to claim his prey and mark her lovingly all night long. Every time they kissed he tasted the flavor of her stealing his magic to feed herself. The pull of it leaving his body and entering hers was something he couldn't explain but craved in such an odd way. He could see the dormant flames of his magic in her, feeding her, keeping her healthy and safe. He wanted to fill her until she was teeming with his brilliance, knowing that he had more than enough to satisfy them both.
The prince pushed into his princess, no longer keeping either from the pleasure they craved most of all.
A satisfied sigh escaped their lips, followed by a seductive grin as his hips pulled back and snapped forward.
"Oh yes," The princess bit down on her lower lip, her nails digging into his shoulders. The dragon prince hissed and snapped his hips again, growling as their magic began to spark and pull together. It melted in an invisible dance only the dragon was able to witness, the light underneath her skin running through her blood, reaching out to grab what resided within him.
He felt the burning and pulsing of her feeding on the flow, her body´s acceptance of his, coming together in an intimate way he hadn´t experienced before.
It made him burn with passion and desire, his scales flittering out onto his skin as he thrusted into her again. His instinct kicked in to overdrive, wanting to provide, to feel this deep connection, to drown in its addicting sensation.
He kissed her again and lifted her into his arms, holding her by her hips as he drove into her squelching folds.
She begged and bit and scratched, pleading for more, crying out every time their hips connected. Oh, if they weren't meant for each other, she would rather lose her life than give him up.
Thankfully no one had been the wiser, nor did they know where the two had gone off to. Aquarius made sure that the Drganeel family was invited to stay a few days before their trip home, and as far as anyone knew, the two had been resting in their own rooms on opposite sides of the castle.
Gray had accompanied as a guard, playing decoy for anyone who came looking for the prince. Motion sickness was his excuse, knowing that no one would want to get near Natsu when he had a dizzy head.
Neither had been seen until the evening after the ball, both the prince and princess refusing to leave the small cottage.
They had been in a world of their own, only thinking of the other, not a care or worry in the world.
They spent the entire time tied up in bed, Lucy weaning on his kisses and touches, their love making sporadic and needy. Natsu was desperate to make such memories before they had to part again, and Lucy the same.
"I don't want to leave this room," The princess whined, her arms wrapped around the dragons neck as she sat in his lap. "I never want to leave this room,"
"I'd stay with you for eternity if I could," Natsu groaned as she greedily nipped at his skin.
The thick scent of pheromones wafted around them, making their thoughts hazy and a bit delirious. But they were coherent enough to know that they had to stop, no more swearing that it would be the last time, no more final kisses to say goodbye for now. They were beginning to not trust themselves to be apart, too dependent on the touch of the other to simply walk away.
But the two knew that if they didn't leave now, their parents would start to suspect something odd was going on.
He stared at her glistening form, naked in his lap, covered with sweat and love bites that proved where he'd been. His own body reflected her possessive needs to remind others who he belonged to.
Both still throbbed with want, the exchange of energy seeming to cycle between them, a never ending flow of sexual tension streaming between them.
"Princess," Natsu groaned as her hand wrapped around his swollen self.
"One last time," She begged into his ear, thirsty for more of his semen. His head rolled back as she lowered herself onto him, the two quickly finding their rhythm.
His fingers bruised their touch into her hips as he held her, kissing down to her breasts that bounced between them.
Her nipples still stung from their over attention, but every time his tongue rolled over them again, she couldn't resist letting out a moan. Everything he did managed to turn her on, flipping up a switch that couldn't go back down.
It was three more last times until they really came back to their senses, knowing they'd need time to recuperate before acting normal around the castle.
Lucy left first, still wanton with thoughts of herself bent over the bed and Natsu ramming his throbbing cock into her, spilling his seed and feeding her addiction. She walked thinking of his kisses against her breasts and further down her body. He loved the flavor of her dripping sex, the smell, the sight of her twitching. She thought of the way he whispered sweet nothings into her ear once they took a break, confessing his love and desire for her, confessing that he had no plan to ever let her go. She thought last of his lips as they whispered goodbye, a faint and sweet kiss letting them depart from one another. His tongue had slipped into her mouth the way he fed her on that first morning they shared, his moan vibrating down her throat.
She walked back into her room under the guise of night, throwing her clothes off and suffering with heat for her dragon to sate.
A cold bath would prove to be the cure, but not for long when it came to her imagination.
Natsu sniffed his way towards his trusted knight, jumping up on to the balcony of the guest room he was provided. It wouldn't do him any good to walk through the castle with the boner that had yet to calm down, after all.
He didn't know how to stop this frenzied fever, how to recollect his sanity after having let it slip away for a good twenty-four hours.
All he could think of was Lucy. How she smelled, her taste, her voice. Her eyes still flashed so vividly in his mind, the control of their seduction, the ability to bring him to his knees. He was a slave to her whim, a provider of her wants. He wanted to do anything he could to satisfy his mate, and felt his gut twist when he knew she wanted more. He blamed the mixture of their magic, the dragon now residing in her as well. It lived between them both, the probable cause of their unlimited libido. Nor did it help, refusing to subdue his thoughts of wanting to ravage the princess again, to mark her in more obvious places so that other men knew to back off. He wanted her to sport his gems and gold, his family's crest, the beautiful children he knew they'd have together.
A cold bath, making that several cold baths was finally enough to simmer his excess and over boiling thoughts.
His parents would have to be notified immediately, before the prince did something he truly regretted.
There were all those men at the ball that had yet to receive their punishment for touching what was his, after all.
An alliance between Giltena and Fiore. Hopefully one that appealed to the mind of King Jude.
This was going to be the last chapter but i have a couple lo9se ends to tie up sooooo you get more lmao
lemme know what you thought, if the flow is off or something pfft
i know i can be fruity with my language so lemme know if its too much
