Sands of Change

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 27

The next morning was met with a whirlwind of emotions. Midnight came to the house, with the aid of Erza. Waking everyone up.

"You three are ordered to come to the guild to get ready." Erza had a strict tone to her voice.

So the three were dragged out of the house. Only to hear a crazy laugh at Laxus's house.

"What's going on over there," Hermione asked.

"Just Cobra waking them up," stated Midnight with glee. Before leading them back to Fairy Tail.

Hermione soon found that Erza and Mira had planned for them to go into the woman's bath. Where they were taking a deep soak. Then washed from head to toe.

They soon found out by the yells that they guys were faced with the same issue. Only to hear Cobra, Midnight, Freed and Natsu making the guy clean themselves. Along with Master Makarov yelling out orders for everyone to follow.

The girls couldn't help but giggle. Before Ezra and Mira led them into the changing rooms. Only to be slipped into robes. Then Midnight was dragged in. Getting their makeup on and their hair put together.

Mira then pushed him out, once he was done. The girls were happy with the dresses that they had picked before. Looking at themselves, they felt every bit of a princess. Trying to battle back the tears they wanted to shed.

The three made their way to the guild hall. Where Master Makarov had given them each a hug. Before he made his way to the stage.

Mira smiled, "We're having the wedding on the stage. So everyone could see." Then she opened the curtains that opened to the stage and their men were waiting.

Laxus wore a royal military officer type uniform. It was done in navy blue, with white and gold accents. Making his eyes become more blue. Along with a black belt and boots. With an added touch of a saber, at his hip.

Bickslow wore a male ballerina looking red military outfit. With white and gold accents. Showing more muscle than anyone has ever seen him with. He had gone to show how flexible he was, while waiting.

Gajeel, Hermione would describe, a breathtaking sinister warlock. Dressed in dark blood looking red jacket that came down to his knees. Dark blue slacks and shirt. With a dark gold accent. All in all, Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off of him.

'Merlin, he is indeed sinful to look at.'

"We are gathered here today. A union of three outstanding couples. Lucy and Laxus. Hermione and Gajeel. And finally, Levy and Bickslow. First, does anyone have any reason they should not marry," asked Makarov.

Natsu was about to say something. When Erza had walked over and knocked him out. "Not the time for a challenge," she hissed at him.

"Do you have your rings?"

The guys had pulled out two sets of rings. One to give the girls and one to keep, a near matching set.

"A ring, a circle, an endless symbol. It had no beginning or an end. A symbol of our world. As you go forward and build your lives together." He then told them to exchange the rings.

"Now repeat after me, grooms. I … will love, protect and honor you, for the days of our lives."

" I (Laxus, Gajeel, Bickslow) will love, protect and honor you, for the days of our lives."

"Now brides. I … will love, defend and honor you, for the days of our lives."

"I (Lucy, Hermione, Levy) will love, defend, and honor you, for the days of our lives."

"I, Makarov Dreyer, Wizard Saint of Fiore, pronounce you husband and wife. Guild, let me introduce you, The Dreyers, Redfoxs, and McGardens."

Levy looked at Bickslow for his guidance. He gave her a kind smile. "I have no last name to give you. So I told the Master that I would use yours."

Levy smiled and kissed his cheek. "You are sweet, Bickslow."

"Shh, not so loud. I have a reputation to be a badass," he whispered loudly. Causing the couples around the chuckle and giggle.

"You look breathtaking," Gajeel whispered in her ear. "But, what am I wearing?"

Hermione smiled wholeheartedly, "You are dressed as a warlock. I didn't think you would look comfortable if you wore something like the other two."

"No," he shook his hair. Which she noticed was loose and curly. She wanted to rake her fingers through it. His lips pulled back into a smirk. "You look airy in that thing."

"Airy," asked Hermione.

"Yeah, like you seem too good to be real. A dream, an angel, someone that is only here for a fleeting moment." He laced his fingers with hers. "I need to keep hold of you, so you won't slip away from me."

Hermione had a tear fall off of her right eye. His statement seemed heartfelt and slightly fearful. She squeezed his hand, reassuring him that she was there.

After a day of meals, enjoying their time with friends. At sunset, the three couples slipped away. Bickslow carried Levy off on his totems. Laxus zapped out with Lucy in his arms. Leaving Gajeel and Hermione, enjoying the cool night air, walked to the new house.

The two felt no need to talk. Just walked through the town, before the woods. Only enjoying the feel of their closeness with each other.

At the house and in the bedroom. Gajeel was slow and gentle with taking her clothes off. A far cry from what she had pictured about him. But she was not complaining.

Hermione magicked Gajeel's clothes off. After seeing how much clothes he had on. She didn't want to know how long it took for him to put them on. The two then slipped into the bed.

He gave a heated kiss, making her melt into him. "This may hurt, but I wish it wouldn't." With a deep breath, he slowly shifted his hips. Twitching at her entrance. Making her annoyed with him.

With a growl, she shifted her hips. Only for his tip to sink in a little. It was enough to cause the two to be a quivering mess. It was to stir her Dragon to take over and shove himself into her. Until their bodies hummed in finally of connection.

He kissed her, holding her close to him. Making her remember to breathe. She felt her fingers in his hair. Holding him at her lips. Just her legs wrapped themselves around his.

"Gajeel," she moaned softly. Shifting her hips slightly. "I want you."

He held her hips, shifted them towards him. Before the sense of pomping, while feeling his hips shifting towards her. Making her feel the edginess of control slipping away. Just allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

Something inside herself seemed to have woken up. Just as she felt him exit her, she managed to flip the two. Before spearing herself with his rod. Causing the two hiss.

She slid herself over him. Not allowing him to leave the heat inside her. Only to lean down, grazing her teeth over her collarbone. Hearing a moaning, quivering mess, her troubles.

Hermione didn't know why, she felt a loss of control. While he was inside her core, not allowing him ramming himself. She felt a sense of wave after wave of intense vibration. Which she had believed to be a hormonal magical enhance sexual wave.

After feeling herself come, her teeth sank into his flesh. Marking Gajeel as hers. His eyes flashed, her only warning. He moved her around and entered her. Ramming into her with great, overwhelming, empowering thrusts. Only to cause her to gasp.

"I knew mating you would be inciting," he growled. Causing her to come again. She never pictured herself wanting to be dominated.

"You talk too much," Hermione growled out. Her lips launched onto his. Molding their lips into a hunger need. Fingers tugging his hair. "Make me yours."

Only to be met with powerful thrusts, as the sound of their bed rocking. He growled, just as she felt him twitch. Then his own teeth sank into her collarbone, just as he came into her. Feeling and smelling her skin having a change. As she smelled iron entering her body.

Hermione felt stated, but wanting more. Gajeel didn't leave her core. Only feeling an easy, lazy thrusts, as they regain their breath.

"Want more," she whispered softly.

"I am planning to worship you, all night long." He leaned down, kissing her hard. "I want you to never forget that I am your mate."

Hermione smiled, "That would be hard. When we carry each other's marks."

She felt him shifting her body. Bringing her hips up, only for him to get even deeper. Causing her toes to curl. Losing all sense of time.