Farron frowned slightly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his left leg over his right, glancing up from the lacrima tablet in his hand his frown faded as he read then he smiled faintly at his younger brother, who was sitting on the arm of the overstuffed chair across from him, Lucy sitting in the chair itself, her hand resting on Zens thigh.
"You know business sis, I can take this case as your lawyer and it won't be much work to get it through, this property, the Heartfilia estate encompasses that whole valley, your father never should have started trying to marry you off, forgive me, but I'll never understand why that's done anywhere anymore." The elegant Ambassador said with a slight shake of his head.
"Believe me, I agree with you." Lucy sighed, fingers squeezing Zens thigh as her other hand absently rubbed her very round belly.
Unable to take jobs because of her pregnancy, Lucy had thrown herself into her wedding, which had happened 3 months ago in July, had been gorgeous, and she'd not regretted at all letting Zen have a Boscan wedding once it was all said and done.
Now she wore a hammered gold choker around her neck with Zens birthstone in the center of it, his name engraved inside it and two beautiful rings on her left hand. She was also now...Lucy Heartfilia-Pradesh and, she'd found her name carried serious weight when she'd started working to get her family home back, as soon as the Fioran politicians saw it? They about peed themselves scrambling to help her, she'd lost track of how many times she had assured gentry and politicians that her father in-law was doing well and yes she would mention to him how much they had helped her.
Arman had been the one to suggest it, and had started the process for her, opening doors left and right for her then Farron, who was in Magnolia a lot now that he was mated to Freed and the Ambassador in residence at the Boscan Embassy in Crocus, had picked up helping her when he'd found out what she was doing.
He'd had his own battles to fight in recent months, but it hadn't stopped him from being there for his sister-in-law and his brother.
A warm hand slid into Farrons hair at the back of his head and he instantly leaned into it as the fingers curled in his heavy honey blonde locks and pulled his head back. He smiled into aquamarine eyes a moment before his eyes slid closed and a humm of approval slid up his throat when warm lips covered his.
When his mouth was released it took him a moment to open his eyes "Freed…" He breathed, trailing his fingers through long emerald locks as Freed pulled back. Freed's team was preparing for the mission…the one Lucy had badly wanted to be on…but…her tummy was round now, she and Zens twins healthy and growing within her and no matter how much the Starbringer wanted to participate in restoring the Points…well, she had babies to protect. She smiled though watching Freed with Farron.
"I got the last of the papers in on the land split in the valley, it's not a legal sectioning they did when they split up the valley, I've already sent everything to the land offices under the Boscan letterhead." The Rune Mage said, smiling at Lucy and Zen as he came around to sit beside Farron. Lucy smiled, watching the couple happily, Freed had, in all the time she'd known him, never looked so relaxed, peaceful and content as he did now. The rune mage had absolutely thrived enfolded in Farrons love.
The last few months they had been fighting their own battles with Freed's father. Lord Montgomery Justine was trying to do to Freed what Lucy's father had tried to do to her. Marry his son off for money and business. The difference was, Freed wasn't alone when it happened, he had Farron.
The two had been promised at the time, Farron convincing the Rune Mage to promise to him less than a month after their return from captivity, mating not long after that. Now the couple was married as well, the ceremony only a month ago, Lucy had cried like a fool through a lot of it. Freed now bore the Boscan wrist band and ring just like Farron did.
After two different showdowns with Freed's father, the second one involving not just Farron but also Arman himself standing in front of Lord Justine with Freed, the opportunistic and greedy Lord had finally consented to the union, even giving in to Armans demands he sign away his right to arrange marriage for Freed's younger brother, and, that he award a divorce to the miserably unhappy Lady Rowena Justine who had been banished to Rosegarden to prevent her from helping her sons deal with their father.
Rowena had attended Freed's wedding, her ex-husband did not, instead making a big deal out of forming an alliance with another family of prominence by arranging for himself to marry the 16 year old daughter of a business associate. Freed had happily shed the Justine name, proudly signing the papers to become a Pradesh.
Now, the rune mage was very happily married to Farron and worked alongside him at the embassy and in Farrons law firm, Lucy had never seen the man smile or look so relaxed as he did these days, he loved his work almost as much as he loved his husband.
Farron slid his hand into Freed's and squeezed it as the Rune mage took the lacrima tablet from him, eyes scanning the display quickly his lips lifting in a smile.
"Oh we can work with this." He said and Farron grinned at him then Lucy. Freed wasn't the only one thriving in their relationship, the Rune mage was shrewd, brilliant, and had taken over as Farrons partner in his legal firm, passing the exam to become an attorney on his first try. Now Freed maintained the legal offices while Farron worked for the Embassy and when there were cases…like Lucys, that were for guild or family or friends…both of them turned their attention to them.
"See? You'll have ownership of the Heartfilia estate again before spring. Just need to wait on all we've submitted to go through, with all you've given us? No matter what the argument? We'll get this." He promised. Lucy nodded and shifted to stand, her husband moving quickly to help her and she leaned into his strong hands letting him.
"Thank you Farron, Freed, I just needed to talk with you so I could feel better about that, I'm sorry to keep you both up so late." She smiled and Farron and Freed, both having stood when she did both moved in to place their kisses on their sister-in-law.
"It's fine Lucy, we had planned to be up late with the party anyway." Freed said. They had played host to the little night before Christmas eve party that wasn't so little. Zen pulled Lucys cloak from the rack by the front door of Freed's house and wrapped her in it before turning to hug his brother and Freed.
"Thank you...for helping her, you didn't have to and I...we...appreciate it." He said quietly and Farron grinned.
"Family little brother, it's what matters. I like the idea of my nephews having such a place to call home." He said, nodding toward Lucy's large tummy.
Zen smiled, meeting Lucy's warm gaze, twins...they had thought only one, but it seemed there were grander things at work and the fates really did want he and Lucy to have a big family, Cristoff had announced the second baby not long after telling them about the other, the brothers had in fact placed a "failsafe". Lucy had just needed to get a little further along for the heartbeats to become distinctly separate.
Lucy had been more than a little freaked out about it, but she'd settled and now was as happy as he was. He wanted a family, a big one, and knew his own as well as Fairy Tail and White Sea would be there for them, He, his wife and their children.
Freed closed the door after watching Zen gather Lucy up in his arms and take to the sky to fly her home, refusing to let her walk this late in her pregnancy over the icy streets.
He found Farron smiling at him, leaning against the wall of the hallway.
His eyes skimmed up his husbands body, Farron wasn't the tallest Pradesh, that title belonged to Bicsklow, nor was he the most muscular, Cristoff and Zen were sharing that title, but, while not the biggest, burliest or even most beautiful of the brothers, to Freed, he was the finest thing alive and the best part? Farron was HIS.
He moved to him, sliding his hands up Farrons vest, reaching to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, his eyes darkening as his intent shifted from trying to make Farron more comfortable, to less innocent things,
Farron saw the shift happen, Freed's gentle smile turning wicked and his already unbuttoned suit vest was tugged down his arms left to drop to the floor as Freed undid the last of those keeping him from Farrons chest. Yanking the dress shirt down Farrons arms he abandoned it when it caught at his elbows where he'd shoved the sleeves up earlier to start on dishes.
It nicely inhibited Farron, keeping him from reaching around Freed like he wanted to and he dropped his hands, trying to shake the shirt free while Freed took advantage, tilting his head and trailing nips and kisses over the black eagle on Farrons right side.
This was them now…both happy, Freed had the love he'd always dreamed of, a partner in life who respected him and treated him with kindness and affection…and Farron wasn't alone anymore, working endless hours determined that was to be his path. Freed smiled against his husbands warm skin, within him, the demonic part of him, reveled in this, an Archangel at his mercy.
Farron rocked his head back, pressing his hands against the wall behind him, arms held by his own shirt leaving him at Freed's non-existent mercy. There was no mistake about the wicked smile on the Rune mages face as he undid Farrons belt and yanked his tailored slacks down with his boxer briefs.
He licked his lips as Farrons length came free for him, leaving his husband trapped, shirt holding his arms back, slacks holding his legs while Freed grabbed his ass and, watching those baby blue eyes widen, slid his lips over Farrons rapidly hardening cock.
"Freed….oh Gods...your mouth…" Farron groaned wantonly, Boscan to the bone he moved and held no sounds back, moaning and breathing out endearments in various languages mixed with wicked dirty comments to encourage his mate to keep going Farron letting Freed's hands on him set the amount of movement, but still taking shallow thrusts into the Rune Mages mouth.
A distinct ripping sound heralded the end of Farrons white silk dress shirt and with its halves hanging from his arms he buried his hands in Freed's emerald hair and pulled the mage from him. Once he was on his feet Farron smiled, hands moving to hold Freed's face while he kissed him, pulses of his magic shattering the clasps holding together Freed's own shirt and pants, if Freed could wreck his clothes...turn about was fair play.
Reversing their positions Farron pinned the shorter mage against the foyer wall, pulling his shirt down like Freed had done to him so the rune mage was forced to pull his hands from Farrons body then slowly dragging his pants down, removing them entirely with Freed's boots while the rune mage was pressed against the wall, watching Farron intently, his dark eye swirling with the demonic.
He'd been frightened, the first time it had happened, that Farron would react badly, Archangel magic coursed through his lovers veins…maybe he would find it too much, too intense, maybe it would even clash, but his lusty Boscan took the roughness, the inhuman strength of his body not just well, but loved it.
"Give me those dark eyes, Mei Sehn," He purred as he pressed Freed hard into the wall, hooked one of his legs up draping his knee over his elbow as he snatched a tiny bottle from behind one of the plants on a shelf nearby, this was not the first time they had played in this room, more than once when Farron would return home from a mission he couldn't bring Freed on, or Freed would return after a job with the Raijinshuu, they wouldn't make it past the foyer.
So, Freed, always one to be prepared, had stashed these little bottles here and there throughout the house. A wonderful Boscan oil, gently scented, and, by far, the best sexual lubricant anywhere, One small bit and with a few strokes over his already straining erection, he was pressing into Freed's body, delighting as the Rune mage keened, and black eyes with lavender pupils locked with Farrons baby blues.
Freed's foot lifted off the floor with every thrust of Farrons hips and he was snarling, tossing his head back, consumed by the golden haired man whose lips were latched onto his neck as he relentlessly pounded into Freed's body.
This was what Freed had always dreamed of having. Love, tenderness, affection all day, raw primal lust all night and he had it, Farron adored him, he never lacked soft touches, sweet words of affirmation, his husband was affectionate, kind, patient, and, he found almost everything Freed did, every gesture, smile, look, every inch of his body, desirable.
Freed was starting to become accustomed now to being kissed in public, hugged, having his hand grabbed and held. Farron encouraged him to do the same.
"Gods Freed, if you want to kiss me, touch me, anything short of bending me over a table in public I wish you would...I love your attention, your affection...I'll never get enough of it." He had told him once as they had been walking through Crocus lazing an afternoon away together.
So Freed was trying, he just had such a terrible back ground, and there were still those in Fiore who hated men who prefered men. Farron had no concept of it, it didn't happen in Bosco and Freed was distinctly more relaxed when they were there, he still blushed when Farron started kissing him in a public bath, even though other couples outright had sex in many Boscan baths.
Farron respected some of Freed's modesty, he'd pull his shy husband into a steam room before actually having full on sex with him, but Farron didn't mind people seeing them make out, not at all, he liked showing the world his gorgeous husband and making it clear that they were happily married and that he could keep the green haired man happy. He loved the golden wings now in the mans pale skin over his heart…there since they had mated. Every way they could show the world how happy they were was what both of them wanted.
When the pleasure reached a certain point Freed shoved Farron hard, his strength having grown as his demon reveled in Farrons handling and the pair wrestled for supremacy, Freed's heart racing faster, snarls coming from him as his agile, bigger and stronger lover held his own, those golden wings helping him… until they reached the bedroom where Freed's strength finally overcame Farrons and he slammed the Archangel mage down on the bed, pouncing on him, gripping the back of his neck and shoving him down against the mattress as he yanked his ass up to meet him, thrusting balls deep into his lover who gasped out his name.
"Freed...fuck yes…" He groaned and Freed growled, smirking down at the blonde.
"Such language from an Ambassador…" he teased and Farron groaned, biting the duvet as Freed ran a clawed hand down his back and little drops of blood beaded up along the red marks he left. "What would the world think if they could see the wicked things you do in the bedroom? How you beg me for all sorts of naughty things…"
Farron turned his head, looking back up at Freed, meeting the black eyes fearlessly, he trusted Freed…every part of him…
"They'd be jealous." Farron smiled and Freed growled, sinking his claws into Farrons hips and let his control slip, let himself be all he was, knew Farron could take it and would enjoy every bit of it because it was him. Demon clashed with Archangel mage, Farron was stronger magically than Freed's demon, but Freed drew, started tracing runes into his lovers back, watching the muscle move under the tan skin was too much.
"Dark Ecriture...Pleasure" He growled and Farron gasped, writhing beneath him.
Freed's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Dark Ecriture...lust" he growled and Farron groaned, Freed gripped the thick honey blonde hair that fell about Farrons shoulders, pulling his mate up, yes...his mate, not just a lover, not just a husband, Farron was HIS, the Demon in him needed possession, complete and total, the wings were not enough.
Pressing his fingers against the runes up Farrons right side he ran his fingers over the Eagle that was filled with them and whispered, his magic flowing and Farron writhed, eyes closing, body responding powerfully to Freed's touch, the jarring wild thrusts of his hips, the clawed hand that reached around and gripped Farrons weeping erection,while the other had runes lighting up through Farrons Tattoos.
It happened suddenly, Freed groaned, reaching his end when Farron jerked his hips back into him and both men came as runes flared across Farrons body.
They both collapsed onto the bed, Freed's eyes reverting back to normal, a huge sense of satisfaction filling him even as he pulled Farron over to his back and looked over his beautiful body, eyes widening when he saw what he'd done.
The runes from Farrons tattoo were now laced with his own, and there were more, his own custom runes, the system he himself had created and made into his own unique rune magic was now in a rich black around Farrons neck, The runes claiming the Archangel mage as Freed's, even proclaiming Farron Pradesh is the eternal love of Freed Pradesh. He blinked in wonder at it, loving it even as he wondered how Farron would react.
He didn't need to wonder long, Farrons pale blue eyes met his a little dazed but his full lips curled into a sated smirk.
"Gods I love you...what...what did you do at the end? The Dark Ecriture by the way? I want those again...soon." He added, pulling Freed down to Kiss him soundly.
Freed pulled away after a moment, grabbing a mirror from the night stand and giving it to Farron who shook his head, chuckling lightly at Freed's seriousness. Whatever it was, he just wouldn't care, not after sex that good.
He held the mirror up and noted his hair was all over, but then so was Freed's, they'd made a mess of each other...soooo worth it. Then his eyes widened seeing the runes around his neck.
He traced his fingertips over them, looking up at Freed questioningly.
"They...they say you belong to me…" Freed admitted and Farron smiled, dropping the mirror and cupping Freed's face, pulling him down to kiss him again, this time, gentle, slow, pouring his love into it because Freed so needed to feel it, had been so deprived of it for so long the man needed it often and in heavy amounts at times.
"Good, because I do belong to you, and you belong to me. I love you, with all I am, cover my body in those runes if you want to, whatever makes you happy...I love you Freed." He said and Freed kissed him, pressing into the arms that slid around him, that pulled him on top of Farrons larger body and held him close and tight.
He was loved, and Gods did he love Farron, loved the Mid-Day star with his whole being, he'd never been as happy as he was now, with Farron as his husband, their life together was almost dream like to Freed at times.
"I love you too." He managed, voice husky with emotion and Farron grinned. "Now...give me some more of that rune work you sexy thing…"
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Vander gasped, trying to suck in enough air but had to settle for nearly as much instead of all he wanted, mouth caught and covered quickly by the Pergrandian noble who had him pinned down on the lounge in the small room off the main senate room.
"Fuck Ethan, you weren't kidding." A new voice came and Vanders sharp red eyes snapped open and onto a slightly younger senator than the one on top of him.
The senator on him tore his mouth from Vanders, smirking at the newcomer. "Told you, he's the aid to the Envoy from Bellum, been trying to get this sexy thing alone for days," His hand slid between Vanders legs, stroking him, lust dark in the man's eyes.
"You like that huh? Shit...maybe I can talk the envoy into leaving you here...Thad if I promise to share him a little, think you'd help me talk the Envoy out of this?" Ethan was asking, kissing Vanders neck and Vander tipped his head back, letting him.
"Oh you'll have to share more than a little Ethan...fuck...he's gorgeous, look at those eyes…that hair...you have red streaks between your legs gorgeous?" Thad asked and Vander smirked at him.
"I stay shaved smooth Senator, makes for better sensation." He replied. Ethan groaned, tugging at his jerkin and Vander let it give, let the man start undressing him, Presca needed them out of their senate seats and it was Vanders job to keep the men distracted, admittedly, he'd wanted to lure Thad first then Ethan, but this worked even though he'd prefer Thads tongue pushing into his mouth, Ethan wasn't bad but both men were as old or older than his father.
"Fuck you're perfect...you know how to use that pretty mouth...Gods I love your lips…" Thad said, moving to stand by Vanders head.
Vanders hand shot out, gripping the man's already hard length through his robes and inwardly rolling his eyes at how easy this was. Pergrandians really were dogs.
The only hard bodies they tended to see were those in the gladiator rings, so, him walking around in tight tailored clothes for a couple of days following Presca who was posing as a diplomatic envoy from Bellum had half the senate panting after him. Pergrandians only valued men, women were nothing but egg machines, their bodies seen as repulsive because of their softness and curves. Only the male body was viewed as attractive, and no self respecting Pergrandian lusted after anything but other men. Yes they would fuck women to reproduce, but only those too poor to pay the labs to handle their reproductive needs, they often had the women bent over their usual lovers so they could perform.
Someone like Vander? With his muscular body, wavy black red streaked hair and wine colored eyes, full pouting lower lip and elegant upper, straight narrow nose, high cheekbones and elegant brow? Vander was irresistible to these men, just like his older brother Zen had been when he'd been a slave here.
They had to find out how involved Pergrand had been, who in Pergrand was still helping the forces from Alvarez across Ishgar. Presca needed a little time with the seats these two men sat at in sessions of the senate. Tablets, records of their work were stored beneath their seats, Presca had to duplicate the contents.
Kaleb was now mated to Hestor, and Hestor was on a mission to uncover what all Pergrand knew of the Six Points, recover the two they knew Pergrand held, and…if Hestor had his way…position Zen so he could personally kill the King. It was a tall order even for a Guild the Size of White Sea…every mage in the guild was in some way working on this…and their sister guild, Fairy Tail…was involved just as deep.
Around Vanders wrist was a leather band, inside it was a lacrima tuned to Prescas magic, when he was done, the lacrima would vibrate to tell Vander he could leave and stop keeping these two senators busy. He'd sort of hoped Presca would finish fast, that others wouldn't wander into the senate hall and force Presca to stop and hide.
As his jerkin was removed and both men groaned as their eyes slid over his chiseled torso, Vander resigned himself to going as far as he had to, it wouldn't be the first time.
"You're fucking Boscan…" Ethan groaned, fingers trailing over the Havati Tattoos on Vanders body.
Vander leaned up and kissed the man, drawing a moan from him as his other hand slid down the plump senator's body to reach his hard erection. Gods both of them were rock hard already just looking at him, fucking too easy.
"I am, well trained for pleasures...the aid of an Envoy doesn't make the jewel a Senators aid makes…" He purred, stroking both men.
"You want jewel? I'll lavish you with thousands, just wrap those lips around my cock…" Thad groaned.
"I'll give you a house of your own, a place as my personal aid, just...take your clothes off….spread your legs…" Ethan husked, sucking on Vanders chest right over the blacked out seal of the Holy Knights of Bosco.
"Sugar, give me a house and I'll do a lot more than spread my legs." Vander growled back. Ethan grinned, sharing a lust heavy look with Thad before pushing himself up and pulling at Vanders pants. The Shadowquip smirked, and slid from beneath Ethan in a nimble move, lightly jumping onto the coffee table and undoing his belt as he started moving to the soft music floating in through the window from the streets outside the Senate.
Both senators smiled, turning eager eyes to Vanders strip drew it out as long as he could, cursing himself for not wearing more articles of clothing so he could have wasted more time before inwardly sighing and letting his boxer briefs fall.
"Beautiful...you want a house, jewel, I'll give you anything…" Ethan breathed, reaching out and sliding a hand up Vanders bare thigh. Vanger smiled at the man, pulling his hair free from the band holding it so it fell around his shoulders and both men moaned.
"What he doesn't provide...I will." Thad swore, his own hand curling around Vanders flank, gripping his hard muscled ass.
"Gentlemen...I think we have a deal…" He purred and Ethan grinned, reaching forward to press a kiss into Vanders hard muscled belly. He swatted Thad's hand away, gripping both of Vanders cheeks in his greedy hands while licking over the havati serpent that curled around his hip and right over the top of the root of his cock.
"So...fucking...beautiful…" Ethan groaned and he and Thad pulled the smiling Boscan down from the table. Vander shoved Thad back as he climbed onto the lounge on his hands and knees. Ethan eagerly came up behind him, caressing his ass, running his hands over Vanders muscled back while Thad opened his robes and stepped up in front of the smirking Shadowquip.
Vander felt Ethan prodding at him already, impatient old bastard would probably cum before he got all the way in. He smirked again as he took Thads cock into his mouth, he'd have both these idiots spent in minutes.
He'd thought so anyway. Turned out both men had more stamina than Vander had expected. Ethan at least produced a bottle of lube before he started fucking him, and Thad wasn't terribly well endowed, barely made it to the back of Vanders throat, so he wasn't exactly taxed, bored was more like it. So, instead of just letting his body get the men off, he put some effort into it, using some of his pretty extensive training.
Once he applied himself, he had the men panting and gasping, groaning and cuming in a matter of minutes.
Both men collapsed, Thad slumping down to lean against the lounge, Ethan laying panting on his side while Vander wiped his mouth and slid over to his back, laying passively while Ethan ran his hand up and down his body and Thad played with his hair.
Thad had bent over and was kissing him, and Vander was contemplating maybe bathing himself in bleach but deciding that would mess with his skin too much, a hot bath and a good bit of soap would do…a cherry coke float with choclate icecream to get the taste out of his mouth was going to definitely be a priority, they were his favorite treat…he fucking loved cherry coke floats… when the lacrima vibrated and he inwardly thanked several Gods, grabbed the two men by their hair and slammed their heads together knocking them both out then vanished into the shadows, his clothes reforming over his body before he emerged by Presca, grabbed his friend and both of them put the senate house behind them.
Vander didn't pull out of the shadows until they were in the slave district, which, in Pergrand, was one of the safest places to be when you weren't some ugly old man. Being good looking walking where the wealthy were would get you kidnapped and enslaved for real.
In the slave district, there were large houses where slaves awaited purchase, were kept clean and fed until they were bought. Every visit Vander made here he always returned with a few women, not for himself, just...to see them free of the life they were doomed to in their home country.
He and Presca had already picked the two they were bringing back to Bosco this time and the women were waiting in the small house they had rented for the duration of this mission. Both bolted to their feet when the men entered and bowed low.
"Lords." They said in unison.
Vander snorted "Hardly, not sure how many times we've both told you we're not Lords but…yo…we're not Lords, relax girls, we're done and leaving Pergrand tonight, put these on." He said smiling, having to reach out to tip the girl near him so her face lifted, women were taught not to meet the eyes of men in Pergrand, if they did, it was actually a law they were to be beaten. Vander wasn't Pergrandian though, and as a Boscan, he despised seeing women this way.
He wrapped a warm fur lined cloak around her and the girl's eyes widened in amazement. She was already in shock over being in a house, given access to food and water, ordered in fact to eat, drink, rest, even given comfortable clothes to wrap her body in, and now, now the tall beautiful man who had purchased her was wrapping her in a fur lined cloak even a Senator would be proud to wear.
"Look at me, Nina." He ordered and she struggled to meet his deep eyes, the color of a merlot wine, and he was always smiling, he'd even given her a name, Nina, women in Pergrand didn't have names, they weren't worthy of them, a name implied importance, that one was unique in some way and women were reproductive tools, nothing more, she had been raised to understand that.
At 19 she had yet to be bought because she was plain, no stand out features. Mousy brown hair, brown eyes, an average body, just a few freckles dusted her nose and might be thought to separate her. The other girl, whose owner had called Anelle, was much like Nina, with no stand out features, her hair a dishwater blonde, eyes a gray/blue.
"There, good, now, I want you to hold on to me Nina, keep your face hidden ok? Just like this…" He pulled her to him and Nina's heart raced as she was molded against her Lord's tall firm body. He pulled her arms around his waist and wrapped an arm around her waving the other at the other man to hurry him up. She was still amazed the beautiful man had chosen her, she was nothing, had been sitting toward the back of the cage while prettier women had crowded the front vying for his attention. She knew better than to challenge them, she'd had her bones broken, hair ripped out and had to hide in corners until she wasn't hideous to look at anymore when she'd tried to compete with the more aggressive women.
It was why she hadn't even gone to the Gladiator pits, there women often died to the vicious gladiators they were forced to work with, forced to lay with, but at least if they got impregnated by a gladiator they would be taken to a maternity house, the owners of Gladiators lavished fine treatment on women who bore the children of Gladiators.
At 19, Nina wasn't a virgin, that had been ruthlessly removed from her when she'd been sold to the slave district by her father at 10, but she'd not been laid with, she hoped, very much, her new lord would take her, use her for children, he was so beautiful, even as plain as she was their children could be no less than as lovely as he was.
She tipped her head up, boldly pressing a kiss to his chest and felt one of his hands rub her back.
"So if we do a deep dive, we should make Isenburg the safehouse there has a decent bath in it too and damn if I don't need it because of your slow ass." Her lord was saying. The other Lord who hers called "Presca" rolled his steel colored eyes.
"I told you other people kept coming into the damn room collecting things, I had to make sure I wasn't seen messing around those two seats." Presca growled.
"Yeah? I wouldn't have taken so long, next time YOU go flirt up the targets and get yourself fucked by some self important bastard.I can still feel the guys cum on my damn legs so lets get going." her lord growled, not seeming to notice Nina's little kisses on his chest. He always wore tight leather, and the jerkin was usually open well down his cut and defined torso leaving an expanse of tanned skin showing.
"Crybaby, you act like you didn't enjoy it." Presca snapped, pulling Anelle over to Nina and Vander. The two men faced each other, the women between them and Vander adjusted Nina's cloak, checking Anelles and Presca's too.
Suddenly, they were consumed by darkness, Nina felt her lord's hand on the back of her head keeping her face pressed to his chest and she clung to him, now tightly as icy blackness surrounded them. The sounds, groans and shrieks and whispers of pain and horrors filtered to her and she started shaking, trembling, arms tightening around her lord who remained warm, solid, firm and real against her, instinctively she knew if she lost him, she'd die here, so she clung to him with all her might.
It seemed forever, there was no concept of time wherever they had gone, but finally, warmth settled around them and her Lord's arms tightened around her, she felt him kiss the top of her head.
"It's ok Nina, we're safe here. Come on, kitten, you can relax." He said softly and she loosened her hold on him, eyes darting around a small simple living room, it was sparse, she could hear wind howling outside but saw only a hazy gray through the high set windows. The walls were stone but there were fur rugs strewn about, a simple couch, small table with three mix-matched chairs and beside the plain little kitchen was a staircase that led downward.
"Wh...where are we?" Nina managed, almost jerking her head down to protect herself from getting hit, certain her insolence at speaking would finally get her smiling lord to break.
"Isenburg, about 75 miles from the border with Pergrande. This is a safehouse, Presca and I found the place about what...5 years ago? Abandoned and run down, but we fixed it up, resealed it and the natural hot spring down there? It keeps the place toasty and is a delicious bath area." He replied, smiling at her.
At her wide eyes locked on the floor he sighed and moved back to her, gripping her chin in his hand and making her face tilt up. "Nina, look me in the eye, seriously, where I'm taking you people will actually be more offended by you not looking them in the face, while I like a woman staring at my body not all people do." He chuckled and her eyes met his, Gods, he was so beautiful.
"Better." he said winking at her before giving his friend a hard look "Now, I'm grabbing a bath, Presca can whip up some dinner since his ass isn't the one covered in old dude cum." He smirked over at the other man who held up his middle finger.
"Again, not like you didn't like it." Presca snapped heading for the kitchen with Anelle on his heels.
"Boring as hell, there was nothing to enjoy, they were...dull. Seriously, I almost fell asleep." Vander called back.
"I...I can help you bathe lord, I'm pretty good at it, it's one of the things we were taught." Nina said, risking speaking again.
Vander smirked at her.
"No, Van, we're saving them from that shit, don't you dare take advantage of them." Presca called.
"I didn't suggest it you jackass, Nina did." He called back, looking at her differently, smiling differently, in a way that made her body warm up and her cheeks flush as his fingers trailed over her cheek.
"I'd never force a woman, but I'd never deny one either, if you want to help me bathe Nina, I'll be glad of the attention, you don't have to though, we're not kidding, we really are taking you to Bosco, you will be free, I am NOT your owner or Lord, I'm just a man, your friend." He said softly.
Nina nodded vigorously, it was the first opportunity she'd been given to do something for her kind lord.
"Alright then, come with me." He moved past her to the stairs and she followed him down far beneath the house, lights coming on as they moved. It got warmer and more humid as they went until finally Vander waved a hand and a large room lit up around them. It consisted mostly of a steaming pool of hot crystal clear water. There were gleaming lights set in the pool revealing its depth and water bubbled languidly down the back wall of the room into the pool.
"Such a gem of a discovery, when Presca and I found this place we were about frozen, trying to find shelter to ride out a storm for a few days, Presca sensed the energy produced by the heat and steam off this pool and well, we stop here every time we pass through." He was telling her and she stood frozen for a moment, watching as his clothes just...vanished, melting away into smoky tendrils that vanished, leaving him standing naked, He pulled a few towels out of a cabinet beside the staircase, set them on a long low bench then reached up to unbind his long black hair.
"Go ahead Nina, undress, or don't whatever you want." He prompted and she jumped, realizing she'd been standing there staring, eyes moving slowly over his tall body. He smirked at her reaction but turned to step into the water, hissing at the heat before he sank into it with a moan that made Ninas eyes glaze over.
"Fuck this feels good. Look honey, you don't need to help me, you can just sit and talk to me while I clean up, I'm a big boy, been taking baths on my own for a while now." He was saying as he moved to the far end of the pool, leaning back into the water tumbling down the rocks and letting it wash over his hair. Nina was shedding her clothes, hanging them on the rail for the staircase, letting the dress drop to the floor before moving into the water herself, grabbing up a washcloth and a sweet scented bar of soap. Vander was pulling a bottle of something from a shelf by the the little waterfall and was rubbing it through his black locks.
He smiled at her when she approached him. She held up the wash cloth timidly and he rolled his eyes, grabbing her wrist gently and pulling her hand to his body, moving it over his chest and Ninas breath hitched.
The cloth fell into the water, her fingers moving over his skin, the hard muscle beneath the velvet smooth skin felt incredible. Vander didn't miss the stare, didn't miss any of them. He really though…didn't intend to take advantage, they had told Nina and Anelle many times they were heading to freedom, counseling, assistance to get on their feet and live free lives in Bosco.
Thing was, and Vander had seen this a good bit with the women they rescued…the women of Pergrande, while mentally beaten down to believe they deserved the miserable lives they had, also often wanted some affirmation, that they weren't tools, weren't going to be tossed to some berserkers hidden around the next corner. They honestly felt "safe" if the man who owned them, fucked them. In Pergrande that meant they were being kept alive, because men never had sex with a woman unless they meant to keep them for breeding, and breeders had the best lives of any woman in Pergrande. So a lot of them craved that, begged for it. Even so he and Presca both would keep them at arms length, they were Boscan, and believed very much sex was relaxation, release, it was healthy and reassuring and therapeutic, so they were't completely shut off to what the women wanted either, it was gray area and Vander tended not to linger in indecision long…it wasn't in his nature, no…his nature was brash, bold, fuck the world and what it thought he'd live his life how he saw fit, including…giving a woman looking at him with strong desire in her eyes…all the pleasures he could lavish on her.
"Nina, honey...what do want right now?" He asked gently. He'd given her loads of opportunities since buying her freedom and setting her up in their rented place until the mission was done, to keep to herself, do what she wanted. Never slept in the same room with her, made sure she had clothes to wear, privacy, all things she'd never had.
"I...I want whatever you do." She replied.
He chuckled "Uh huh, so you're craving a cherry coke float with chocolate icecream and a plate full of pasta with chicken and white wine sauce? Because that's what I want right now." He said smiling.
Nina, not really familiar with humor, shook her head, her other hand joining her first on his chest."I...I want to lay with you…" She breathed. Vanders smile changed again.
"Honey, I want you to start going after the things you want, where we're going, if you want a man, you just ask him, two simple things, If he says he's promised, you back off, if he's engaged or already married, you back right off, otherwise, it's up to him to say yes or no but you both get to chose, men will ask you too, and it's up to you, just like it is right now, if you want sex, you can agree, if you don.t you say no and the men in Bosco will walk away and respect your wishes." He told her.
She nodded, hands still moving, sliding over his skin and he stepped closer to her. "I'll ask again, tell me what you want Nina."
She met his eyes "I want to lay with you…" She replied.
"Is that because you think it will keep you safe…or because you actually want me." He asked simply and Nina…having no guile, no real social skills stared up into his eyes.
"Because I want you…you're beautiful…" she responded
Vander smiled and slid a hand behind her neck pulling her closer while making her head tip back and bent to kiss her. Like he'd said, he'd never force a woman, but he'd also damn sure never deny one.
Up the stairs Presa rolled his eyes when soft cries carried up from the staircase, a womans moans and cries of pleasure. He knew Vander wouldn't force the girl, wouldn't even ask her, but the way the two were staring at them, both hungry, eager to be with their new owners, to them, sealing the deal by having sex with their owners was a way to mentally assure themselves it was all real. They had been purchased by men who didn't beat them, throw them into pits with beasts to fight for entertainment, or force them to fuck berserkers to get them trained and blooded. They hadn't been taken to a lab either, which was where 99% of women went in Pergrand once they were old enough, to have their eggs harvested then…fed to berserkers.
He and Vander weren't bad looking either, young, tall and clearly had money because they'd bought the girls and provided a house, food clothing and comforts neither girl had ever had before.
"Did you need a bath my lord?" Anelle asked, and Presca didn't miss the hopeful note in her voice as they both listened to the sounds coming from below. He and Vander had done this a few times, and honestly, they usually did both end up in the beds of the women they saved on the way back to Bosco, it always seemed like the best way to put them at ease and they always seemed to really, seriously want that, it was that reassurance that their "owner" wanted them.
"After dinner." He replied to her, resigning himself to the fact he'd likely have Anelle bent over the edge of the hot spring later.
Her hands slid around him, running up his chest as he stirred the stew he'd tossed together and his eyes closed when one of her hands slid down between his legs. Ok...maybe not the spring…
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Arman stood grinning, holding his arms out expectantly and his son, Zen, did not disappoint him, a moment later he was pulling a tiny bundle of absolute joy to his chest and kissing a perfect little face.
It had been a fine Christmas, Vander and Presca brought back information linking Pergrand to the support the Alvarez were relying on and Bosco had worked with Isenburg and Stella to end their ability to provide that support anymore, cutting off shipping channels with Sin and Caellum's help. It had made the fighting easier, drawn the Alvarez out from hiding places in search of food and supplies so they could be dealt with. They had leads now as well into the Six Points of Humanity…Karadin absolutely did know about it, and was doing something…preparing something. Hestor was certain of it, so more missions into that country were being prepared.
Then, on a fine cold day in late January, his beloved son made Arman deliriously happy by calling and telling him, he was becoming a Grandfather, Lucy was in labor. Cristoff hadn't even questioned his father when Arman had snapped his eyes to his son. Vander had jumped to his feet, snatched a wide eyed Kaleb and vanished into the shadows while Cristoff had pulled his father into a series of jumps via Lunar shifts from Bosco to Magnolia.
They had arrived and Cristoff had been yanked into the delivery room by a very grateful and nervous young Wendy to help with the delivery and, Arman had been allowed in as well. He'd stood opposite his wide eyed son, whose amethyst eyes never left Lucy's face. Cringed like Zen did as Lucy had squeezed their hands through contractions, and watched as his first grandson came into the world followed shortly by his second.
Now he held the first born, kissing his perfect little face, tears running down his cheeks as he watched Zen do the same with the other tiny baby, cuddling in close to his exhausted wife while Wendy worked cleaning up and healing Lucy so Cristoff could, smiling patiently, work the babies from the arms holding them one by one and go over them to make sure they were healthy.
Once he'd approved each child, and gotten his own little cuddles and kisses in, he returned them. Arman kissing both tiny boys, Lucy and finally Zen before retreating to let the new family have some privacy, warning them they wouldn't get much but he'd assure they had the next hour at least.
Lucy was gently moved by Cristoff to a more comfortable bed then wheeled into a private room, Magnolia hospital had a lovely maternity wing. Cristoff and Wendy saw them all settled, moving to set up the cribs while Zen climbed into the bed beside his wife, wrapping himself around her and his newborn sons, Tears still dotted his face, but they were happy ones.
"Rendevere Arman, and Kayliss Gajeel, you sure about that second one?" He asked Lucy who smiled at him.
"Rendevere was your grandfather, Arman is the most wonderful man I've ever met, so that has to be this one." She said, kissing her first born.
"Kayliss was the first Evening Star, and…your hero though you won't admit it and Gajeel...Gajeel is the reason we're together." She said softly, meeting Zens warm purple gaze and humming into the soft kiss she got..
"Gonna go straight to his head you know." Zen warned and Lucy grinned "That's just fine, , think of it as my own personal little reminder every day forever that I owe my happiness to something that could have been a tragedy. That saving a friend, brought us together, gave me...you, the man I love more than anything in this world or any other."
Outside the Hospital eyes narrowed on binoculars "Twin boys…his majesty will be, very happy, if we can recover the children for him he'll be able to add two more strong sons to his family." the hunter said, moving slowly back down and closing the window he was looking through before they were noticed. The father would be in a keen protective mode and nobody wanted to take on The Dark Eagle head on right after his sons were born…no thanks.
"The crono mage can age one up to take the woman's keys…" one of the other men in the room said and the leader smiled.
"Yes he can…and once those keys are transferred the kid trials for that title and bam…the King has his fourth of the Six Points." The man said, pushing a hand through layered pale blonde hair before grinning up at a dark haired man who leaned in to kiss him firmly, fingers trailing over the runes around the blonde's neck...and the tattoos of celestial keys.
"Alciel…" the dark haired man breathed against the leader's lips and the Dark Celestial mage smiled. "I am the keystone in our King's plans…" he purred, trailing his fingers through the man's soft hair. "I won't be stupid like the others…the Starblade lives in this city…our team wouldn't hold up against him and his mate, we'll have to take our time…plan this carefully. So let's not tell the King just yet what's going on…he gets so impatient…we watch…we wait…they're going to have that complacent moment and then…then we move."
"The Mid-Day star's mate is working with his team…has left Fiore sir." One of his men reported and Alciel smiled more.
"Leaves the Mid-Day weakened…his mate being away from him…find out where they're going." He said firmly, pulling the brunette down and wrapping his legs around his hips.
"And now…I want some fun...so how about you drop those pants and fuck me like a good boy." he purred, the brunette growling, hands flying to drop his pants and get the blondes off of him, not caring other men were in the room watching them…they were making progress, favored by their king…they could afford some fun…