BlackLynx17: RATED M CHAPTER! RATED M FOR SMEX! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED


Title: Love At First Sight

Secret Title: Pirate Love

Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.


Chapter Thirty

My Turn


All the girls are staring at her like she sprouted a second head. No one says a thing and now Wendy is regretting bringing this subject up. Juvia is the brave soul who looks around before raising up her hand. Wendy looks at her and nods her head.

"Yes Juvia?"

"Um... Juvia is wondering... you've been married to Captain for a very long time, so everyone just thought... but you're saying no... Juvia is very confused. When you said never, did you mean never ever?"

Wendy nods her head, "yeah. We were waiting until I was more comfortable; last night I felt ready, but it just... it was a disaster."

"How?" Lucy asks tilting her head, "Mest has bed plenty of women- er, I mean, he's not a virgin. Shouldn't he have taken the lead?"

"We were both nervous. He told me it was because I meant more to him that he was scared of what to do."

Lucy closes her mouth and appears to be deep in thought. Levy leans over with her hand raised next, calling their attention.

"So last night was the first time you two tried anything more than kissing?"

Wendy nods her head, "yup."

"I see... honestly I didn't know Mest had that in him. It's kind of romantic if you think about it. He was waiting for you, he didn't pressure you, he really loves you." Levy sighs out.

"Or he's a wimp," Lucy mumbles.

"Lucy!"

"Come on Levy, this is unbelievable! Nothing! Nothing at all! Like... this is mind blowing. I mean, it would make sense if Wendy was completely oblivious to what sex is, but-... wait, are you completely oblivious Wendy?"

"I wouldn't say completely. I was untouched when I met Mest; I was supposed to remain pure for my husband. I did have teachers that taught me about what was expected of me as a wife, our wedding night, childbirth; I have all that general knowledge."

"Have you ever read a porno?" Juvia asks.

"Juvia! Honestly?!" Levy screams.

Wendy's face turns red, "I did borrow one of Erza's book, but I think that was by accident. I don't think she knew what she gave me until I gave it back."

"And?" Lisanna asks, "what did you think?"

Wendy's face turns redder, if that's even possible, and she lowers her head, "it was... after I got used to reading the vulgar words, it was... interesting."

The girls sigh to themselves.

"So she doesn't know anything, which is why she probably never noticed Mest advances, if he did any." Lucy says.

"No, I think Mest was just respecting Wendy's wishes and was waiting for her to be ready. He really loves her." Levy shakes her head.

"Does it matter? The problem is that their first time ended in disaster." Lisanna says.

"This is a problem. So Wendy, what do you want to do about it?" Juvia asks.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you girls. I don't really know what to do. I mean I do, but just... I don't know. I want to please Mest, but I don't know how. He tries so hard for me and is always taking care of me, even in this situation. I'm tired of being the lost princess who doesn't know anything."

Lucy places her hand on Wendy's shoulder and nods her head, "the way I see it he made the first move last time, so it's your turn to initiate it this time."

"Technically I told him I was ready and wanted to try," Wendy squeaks.

"But he was in charge, right? So this time you're going to be in charge." Lucy tells her.

"Yeah, you can totally do this Wendy! We'll give you pointers!" Lisanna nods her head.

"You should tie him up! That way he won't be able to squirm or get away from you again." Levy suggests.

The girls all freeze and look over at Levy; she realizes what she just revealed about herself and blushes, placing her hand over her face.

"Never mind that please." She mumbles.

"Go Levy," Juvia cheers.

"I know way too much now," Lisanna whispers.

Lucy giggles and looks back at Wendy, a smile on her face, "don't worry Wendy. You did the right thing by coming to us. We'll make sure you and Mest have an unbelievable first night together next time."

A smile graces her lips and Wendy nods her head, "thanks guys."


"Close you eyes."

Mest blinks at Wendy and stares at her, raising an eyebrow, "why?"

"Because I asked." She answers cutely.

He looks at her for a minute and then shrugs as he closes his eyes. What was she going to do to him with his eyes close? Sneak him a kiss? Wendy waves a hand in front of his face, making sure he wasn't peeking, before pulling out her surprise she hid underneath her pillow. She grabs Mest's hands and holds them tightly in her own, slowly raising them above his head.

"If you wanted to hug me Wendy why do I need to close my eyes?" Mest asks, thinking she's lifting his arms so she can lay on his chest and wrap them around her.

"Just keep them up there and don't peek." Wendy says letting go for a second.

She's quick to attach the cuffs to his wrists and Mest's eyes shoot open when he hears something lock. He tries moving his arms, but they're being held back.

"Wendy!" He yells in a panic.

He keeps trying to move his arms and looks up. She-she-she cuffed him to the bed! She actually cuffed him to their bed! Why?!

"Wendy, where in the world did you get these cuffs? You better have the key to them or so help me-"

"Mest, stop worrying. Calm down, this is supposed to be fun."

Mest freezes and looks over at his wife, "fun? How exactly is this fun?"

Wendy tilts her chin up and looks confident, "because I'm taking control."

It only confuses her husband more, "taking control? What are you talking about?"

"Well last night when we tried to have sex you were in control and it ended without anything happening, so now it's my turn to try. Don't worry, I'll take real good care of you Mest." Wendy grins a toothy grin at him.

Mest blinks slowly before speaking, "do you even know what that means?"

Her eyes move side to side, "uh- don't worry about-"

"Who put you up to this Wendy? Because I know there's no way this idea could have came into your head on your own."

"Mest!"

"Was it Erza? Lucy?! One of the guys?! I promise you Wendy there won't be any punishment for you if you just tell me who did it and uncuff me this instant."

"No!" Wendy pouts, "I'm doing this! You tried your best last time, so it's my turn to try my best! I'm going to have my way with you!" She yells at him.

Mest stares at her before sighing. She completely has no idea what she's doing. That much is obvious. A part of him wants to see where this will go honestly. She's tried so hard to get him into this situation, he really wonders what she is going to do next.

"Okay. Go ahead."

"Wha-" Wendy is surprised he gave in so easily, but she quickly catches her breath and coughs into her hand, "I mean, good. Glad you see things my way."

Mest nods his head, "so what are you going to do to me?"

"What am I going to do?" She mimics.

"Yeah, what's first?"

Wendy bites her lip, "um, well..."

She doesn't remember what she was supposed to do next. Luckily the girls planned on this happening. Wendy squirms around on top of Mest for a minute, him sucking in his breath when she knees his stomach. She reaches under the bed and pulls out her little cheat sheet, staring at the paper with the list of things she could do in this situation. Step one was tie him up, and she's already accomplished that. Step two was...

"I'm going to take your clothes off."

"Wendy, what is that? What are you looking at?!" Mest asks, tilting his head up so he could see.

Wendy hides the paper behind her back, "nothing! Don't worry about it! Your shirt is coming off now!"

Mest blinks at her and rattles the cuffs on him, "how? I can't pull it over my head, my hands are cuffed, remember?"

"Oh," she whispers and then shakes her head, "I'm going to cut it off then!"

Mest's eyes widen as she moves off the bed to grab her knife.

"No Wendy, don't you dare! I like this shirt! Don't do it! Wendy! Don't cut me, don't cut me, don't cut me!" Mest moves around, trying desperately to get out now.

"Calm down Mest and stop squirming, I would never cut you." Wendy says holding up the pocket knife.

Mest stills and holds his breath as Wendy puts the knife under his shirt and lifts it up; the fabric tears under the sharp blade and Wendy smiles as she raises it higher and higher, ripping off the last bit. It would have been sexy if he wasn't completely terrified. A breath of relief falls out of his lips when she puts the knife down.

"There," she smiles at her handy work.

"... that was terrifying Wendy."

"What? No it wasn't."

"I don't ever want to relive that again. So, what do you plan on doing now?"

Wendy blinks and goes back to her list. There were several things listed after she took his clothes off, but the one that caught her eye was massage. Yeah, she could do that. Lucy even gave her the lotion to use as well. Wendy reaches over to the nightstand to grab it, Mest raising both eyebrows as he stares at the bottle.

"What is that?"

"Lotion; I'm going to give you a massage." Wendy grins.

"Oh... that doesn't sound so bad... okay." Mest calms down.

Finally something normal. Wendy unscrews the bottle and squirts some on Mest; he flinches and yelps out.

"Cold!"

"Oh, sorry," she giggles putting some on her hands and rubbing it together.

She places her hands on Mest chest, rubbing the lotion in his skin. She massages his shoulders first, letting her fingers dig into his muscles, before moving lower and lower after showing each part of chest equal treatment. Mest thinks he's about to relax, but when her fingers come across a certain part of his skin and dig into it he jumps and starts laughing. Wendy pauses, her fingers in the air, and she stares at Mest with a mischievous expression on her face.

"Are you... ticklish Mest?" She asks, fingers wiggling in the air.

Mest stares wide eyed at Wendy and slowly shakes his head, "no."

Wendy smirks at him and laughs slowly, "I think you're lying to me."

"Wendy don't! No Wendy no- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mest starts laughing at the top of his lungs as Wendy tickles his ribs.

He tosses and turns, but Wendy stays sitting on top of his waist as she tickles him relentlessly. She's never heard such a musical laughter before; never heard Mest laugh so hard or carefree (well, maybe she shouldn't say never). It was a surprise and she wanted to keep hearing it, keep watching the laughs.

"Wendy! Hahaha, please! Hahaha, can't breathe Wendy!" Mest cries out.

Oh, that's not good. She's supposed to be seducing him, not tickling him to death. She's definitely going to remember this though for another time. Wendy seizes her tickles and Mest lays there on the bed, breathless, tears falling out of his eyes. He tries to catch his breath and stares at his wife, the proud and smug look on her face, but also the bright smile as she found out one of his weaknesses.

"I thought you loved me," he breathes out breathless.

"I do husband, I loved doing that to you." She replies back.

Mest rolls his eyes, feeling a little better. Wendy rubs more lotion on her hands and continues her massage, this time being extra careful not to tickle him. Mest finally feels himself start to relax. He groans out softly and closes his eyes. He loves her fingers, when they run through his hair, when they massage his scalp, when they cuff his face, and now when they weave their way across his body. Wendy smiles lightly to herself, happy with his reaction. She looks down at the paper to see what she should do next and makes a questionable face at one of the things written. How in the world could that possibly feel good?

Curiosity gets the better of her and she looks back at Mest. She lifts one of her fingers up near his nipple and flicks it hard. Mest flinches and jumps, cursing out.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for Wendy?!"

Wendy stares at him, "that didn't feel good?"

"No, why would it?!"

She frowns and picks up the paper, "it says that it should feel good. Maybe I didn't do it right," she wonders and flicks his other nipple.

Mest curses, "ah- none! None of that feels good!"

"Oh... we can try the next one, although I can't imagine getting candle wax poured on you would be anything but painful."

Candle wax? Poured on him?! Is she crazy?!

"Wendy I swear to God! Don't you dare! I will break through these chains and you'll be in a world of trouble if you even think about doing that to me!" Mest yells.

Wendy flinches at his voice, scared a little, and scurries to a corner of the bed. She sighs out and frowns, her eyes scanning over the paper.

"Okay, I didn't think it would be all that fun anyway." She mumbles.

That is absolutely out of the question it seems. Wendy scans over the rest of the list and nods her head. She's read about this one in Erza's book and the male characters always seem to like it when the girls did this. Maybe this would put them back on track. She's brought him fear, then laughter, a little bit of pleasure before more pain. She wants it to be all pleasure; this will probably help.

"Wendy, I think we're done for the night. Please untie me and let's just go to bed. We can deal with everything else in the morning."

"No we're not, I'm not finished taking care of you yet."

Wendy gets up off the bed and grabs Mest's feet. She pulls his socks off before pulling his pant legs, trying to slip them off of him.

"Ah- Wendy! What are you doing?!"

"Getting you undressed of course," she says, a triumph smile on her face as she holds his pants in her hands.

He's nearly naked in front of her. What in the- why is this happening to him right now? What did he do to deserve this? Truly? Is it because he coveted her? Is it because he wanted her above all else and stole her away? Was this his punishment? Wendy hovers over him, fingers wiggling as they reach for the last article of clothing on his body.

"Wendy, we're done." He warns her.

She ignores him.

"I'm serious. Don't you dare take off my underwear."

"Relax Mest, I know what I'm doing... kind of."

"WENDY!"

She rips them off and is face to face with his manhood. Mest pulls against the chains, really trying to break the bed frame now to cover up. It doesn't budge at all and only cuts into his wrists. Wendy stares long and hard, tilting her head to the side. It's... different from what she's seen in books. She knows all the parts of it, but to see pictures in books, and then see a real one in front of her right now... they're completely different.

What does it feel like? Does it really hurt when people kick it there? Is this really what was supposed to be shoved inside of her to make babies? It didn't look all that big, it might fit. Wendy wishes she had her books on anatomy right now so she could make notes.

"Wendy, stop staring." Mest grunts through his teeth.

"I can't help it, it's my first." She tells him, then reaches out to touch it.

"Don't do tha-ah!" Mest whimpers.

She pokes it with a finger first, watching it wiggle a bit under her touch. This is supposed to bring him pleasure like he's never known before? Wendy remembers what she read and reaches out for the lotion again. She rubs some on her hands, Mest staring at her wondering what she's going to do next, and gasps when her hands grab his shaft.

A curse is at his lips and he lets his head fall back as she slowly starts to pump him, moving her hands up and down his length. He forgets that he's supposed to be mad at her. He forgets that she chained him to the bed and messed with him beyond belief. He forgets everything but the pleasure he feels from her hands working on him, but it's not enough. She's not doing it strong enough. He should stop her, make her untie him, kill whoever wrote that damn paper with instructions she's following... but he can't remember the last time he's felt this good. It's been too long, far too long. He hasn't had a release in forever and she did want to please him. What was so wrong? They were husband and wife. She wanted to have sex and this was the step before that.

"Ha-harder," Mest gasps out, digging his nails into the palm on his hands.

"Hmm?" Wendy asks looking up.

Mest is panting lightly, his face turning red. It isn't because he's mad though, he looks like he's actually... enjoying it. Wendy smiles lightly and goes back to business. He told her something, harder? Did he want her to squeeze tighter? She tightens her grip and Mest gives a husky and deep moan from the back of his throat. His voice does things to her and she feels a tingle in her body. She quickens her pace, pumping him harder, faster, watching him unravel underneath her and loving every moment of it. This is what she wanted to give him, pleasure.

"Wendy I'm- ah- stop, I'm gonna- I-" Mest grunts out.

It's too late. His seed spills over her fingers and hits her face a bit. It's all warm and sticky; she leans away with a frown on her face. Mest stares at her and has never seen a more erotic scene than her kneeling in front of him covered in his semen. She pulls on the blanket and wipes her hands and face off on it. When she finishes she looks over at Mest, catches his eyes, and tilts her head to the side.

"Was that good?"

Mest pulls against his restraints, "please, let me go, release me so I can hug you close and kiss you senselessly."

She seems to think about it for a minute before reaching for the key. She had her fun, she was able to give him pleasure, and she really wanted to be held by him and kissed. The minute the restraints are off Mest attacks her and tackles her on the bed, smashing their lips together and kissing her roughly. Wendy gasps and moans, her hands tugging at his hair as he crushes her.

"Fuck Wendy," he breathes out heavily, pressing their foreheads together.

His heart is racing inside of his chest right now. He wants more, he wants her. He wants to take her right here and right now.

"Did I do a good job?" She asks.

"Incredible," Mest says before kissing her again, "I've never felt that good before," he says between another kiss, "you're still in trouble though." He pulls away from her.

Wendy gives him an adorable pout and he bites at it, tugging her lip away before kissing her again.

"Why? It was my turn to be in control, I think it turned out great."

"It turned out terrible wife."

"Fine, it was okay. You enjoyed it, that's all that mattered to me."

Mest groans and kisses her again, "I don't want to talk about this anymore. You're never going to restrain me again, is that clear?"

Wendy puffs out her cheeks and huffs, "you didn't like it just a little bit?"

Mest doesn't want to answer that; instead he rolls off her and gets up, grabbing his pants to pull them back on. He spies the paper she kept glancing at and picks it up, a range of emotions appearing on his face as he reads off the list. He can't believe some of the things listed, can't imagining Wendy doing half on them, and then actually tries imagining her doing them and feels his member twitch. He crushes the paper in his hand and turns back to Wendy, who's looking over at him innocently on the bed.

"Next island."

Wendy blinks at him, "what?"

"Next island we land on. I'm going to drag you away and make you scream my name. I'm going to punish you for what you did to me tonight, and only when you're begging and crying out will I reward you and give you pleasure. No hesitation, no distractions. You wanted this, so I'm going to give it to you. No looking back after this," he warns her, eyes turning dark and hazy.

Wendy feels a shiver course through her entire being, her legs pressing together as she feels something pulse below her stomach.

"I'm going to completely wreck you Wendy. I'm going to fill you up with so much of me you won't remember anything at all, not even your name. All you will know is the pleasure that I give you. All you will say is my name as you call it over and over again; no other words will come from your lips except moans and cries," Mest continues, walking over.

He pinches her chin and tilts her head up, staring directly into her eyes.

"I will take everything from you."

"Mest," Wendy moans out, falling under his spell.

He smirks and lets her go, letting her fall back on the bed. Her strength has vanished being stared at like that and she doesn't know why.

"Until then though I will no longer touch you again."

Wendy breaks out of his spell and looks up, "what?"

"Consider it your punishment as well. No more touches, no more caresses, kisses, hugs, until we land I won't be giving you anything."

"Mest! No! I'm sorry, please don't! I love you! I want you!" She whines.

Mest reaches out and pats the top of her head one last time, "bad little princesses don't get what they want. Good night my dear, I'll be sleeping somewhere else tonight."

What had she done? She can't believe this! She tries reaching out for him, but the look Mest gives her is so stern, so strong, she pulls back afraid. She's never wanted him more than she does right now and she can't even touch him. This is the worst type of punishment he could have given her and Mest knows that.

He leaves the room and she's left with this unsatisfied yearning deep inside of her soul.