BlackLynx17: Anyone still reading the new fairy tail? In the newest chapter Mest saw Wendy and called her name and even though it was absolutely nothing it meant the world to me.

WARNING: RATED M CHAPTER! SEX! 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-Three

First Time


Mest heart is thumping inside of his chest loudly. He can see the island up ahead, see the port getting closer, and it's only a manner of minutes before they dock. A matter of minutes before he grabs Wendy and drags her to the nearest inn. His heart is racing inside of his chest, his body feeling foreign to himself, and he can't stand the wait. He busies himself by looking for her around the ship, expecting her to still be resting in their room because of her fever. He doesn't spot her anywhere in the room though. Strange, did she get over it? Or maybe she went to stretch her legs? Mest walks through the halls, checking the kitchen, the storage room, the infirmary. He asks if she's in the girl's room and knocks on all the refresher doors. A panic sets into his chest as no one seems to know where she is and when they finally dock his heart is racing, fear entering his system.

Where was she? He just tucked her in last night, Mirajane was just taking care of her this morning. She couldn't have gotten far. Was she hiding? Did she fall overboard? Was she passed out somewhere?! His eyes go wide and he runs back on deck, ready to call everyone's attention to find his missing wife. As soon as he runs up top he hears a loud and long whistle.

"Look at her go."

"Does she even know this place?"

"Maybe she got seasick and ran to the nearest place to hurl?"

"Mest, hey, is Wendy alright?" Gray asks.

Mest's eyes widen and he heads straight over to Gray, "why? Have you seen her?"

"Uh, yeah, we couldn't set the board out quick enough before she was running across it onto land. Is something wrong with-"

Gray doesn't finish his sentence because Mest takes off running towards the town. Gray blinks slowly and looks at everyone else, each looking just as confused as him.

"Am I missing something here?"

"Don't worry about it; those two have something to settle. Let's just get ready to stay and fix up our baby," Erza says, patting his shoulder.

Gray looks back towards where they ran off and shrugs to himself, "alright then."


"WENDY! WENDY I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! STOP RUNNING!"

Ha! Like she would listen to him. He sounds angry, very, very angry. She was right to run away. She was right to take off. Look at him go, chasing after her. She's got a pretty big head start, as long as she keeps ducking and diving, running in zig zags and hiding, he'll never catch her. She just needs some space to herself. Some time to wrap her head around what he's going to do to her later. She runs as quickly as she can, lungs burning, legs hurting, inside the town and down alleyways. She's glad the town seems to be falling asleep; she wouldn't be able to run so quickly if there were people in her way.

She's strangely reminded of the day she first met Mest. She was running through a bazaar, bumping into people, trying to escape her old life. She knew if she was captured her life would be over, so she kept running and running. She made the mistake last time and looked behind her, scared to see her guards so close. She's not going to make that same mistake this time. She keeps running with all her might, hiding in corners, ducking behind objects. She's able to keep him off her trail for a while. She allows herself to think she's safe. She really had no plan though, no plan at all. Where could she hide? She wasn't going to sleep in the wilderness and she had no money on her for a room. She could run back to her friends and hide in one of their rooms, but Mest was sure to find her. Maybe she could head back to the Vermillion. Yeah, he wouldn't think to check there for a while and she could hide somewhere on it. He wouldn't check the entire ship, he would miss a crack or two. She could get a good rest before facing her maker tomorrow.

She doesn't know why she's so scared. Mest loves her, but she doesn't want to face him. Maybe she's just nervous about what's going to happen. For so long she wanted it and now she's terrified he would be cruel. Wendy tries to catch her breath and peeks out of her hiding space, not seeing him around. She slowly crawls out and creeps behind the buildings, trying to be as quiet as possible to not let him know her location. She hears something flutter behind her and without thinking takes off. She's not fast enough this time and Mest finally catches her, grabbing onto her arm. The two of them go falling, Mest pulling her close and taking the fall. She lands on him with an "oof," both of their chest heaving rapidly from their run.

"I," he breathes heavily, "finally, ah ah ah, caught you."

Wendy lets her body relax. His arms are finally around her. He's holding her right now. She's finally lying her head down on his chest. He's hugging her right now. Tears fill her eyes, not realizing just how much she missed her husband until this very moment. She starts sniffling and Mest freezes, leaning up and looking over her to check if she did get hurt.

"I'm- I'm, sorry," she cries, hiccuping as tears run down her cheeks.

She starts crying harder, letting out all of the hurt she's been holding inside. She pushes Mest arms away from her and starts smacking at his chest weakly.

"You were so mean! You didn't touch me! You didn't love me anymore! And it hurt so much Mest! It hurt so much and I was scared! Scared of you! Scared of everything! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, but you hurt me back and you're so mean! You're a bad husband! You're a bad friend!" She cries out, smacking him over and over again.

Mest's heart breaks and he grabs her hands, holding them tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry Wendy."

"No you're not!" She screams, lowering her head.

"I am, I really am. I just couldn't- I just wanted you so badly- I didn't want to..." Mest sighs out roughly, "I love you. I do love you. Please stop crying, please don't run away from me again. I'm not mad anymore, I promise."

Wendy sniffs and looks up at him, boogers running down her nose. Mest smiles a little and wipes her face off with his sleeves.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Mest tells her, nodding his head.

Wendy sniffs and shakes her head, "I don't believe you," she says cutely and stubbornly.

"Believe this then," he says before pressing their lips together.

It's wet and salty, but Wendy finally relaxes against him and pulls him close. How she's longed for his lips, his kisses. How she's dreamed about them every night. When they part her tears finally stop falling and Mest is able to wipe the rest of them away.

"I made a promise to you when we first landed in South Blue. I still plan on keeping that promise... only if you're up for it though," he frowns, pressing their foreheads together to feel for a fever.

Her temperature seems normal and Wendy bites her bottom lip, shaking her head up and down. She wants him. She wants to feel him, wants to be one with him. She's been denied him for far too long and now all she wants to do is be with him and only him. Mest smiles softly and moves to stand. He lifts her up with him, holding onto her hand tightly as he leads the way to the nearest inn. Wendy follows behind, wiping her face, knowing she probably looks really bad and ugly right now. She shields herself behind him when they enter the inn, not wanting anything one to see her, and trips when he starts tugging her quickly up the stairs to their room.

She only has a minute to think and catch her breath as Mest opens, closes, and locks the door behind them before he's on her. Hands cupping her face, he crushes their lips together and leads her to the bed. Wendy moans loudly and falls back, staring up at Mest with watery eyes as he lifts his shirt over his head before joining her. Her hands immediately go out and reach for his skin, touching him, feeling him all over, getting days worth of touches she's been neglected as he kisses down her neck and unbuttons her shirt. He smashes their lips together and leans her up, discarding her shirt, letting his hands roam free against her skin. She flinches and gasps when they land on her breasts and give them a squeeze.

"May I?" He asks, tugging at her undergarment.

Wendy bites her lips and nods her head; it's all the answer he needs. He takes it off and leaves her bare in front of him, both of their chest showing. There's a bright blush on her face, but Mest pays no mind as he kisses down her neck again, going down to her chest. So soft, so lush, so squishy, so warm. Wendy arches her back and moans loudly as he nips and kisses her all over. She feels something warm and slick between her legs, and bites her bottom lip until blood comes when he runs his tongue over one of her nipples.

"Let it out Wendy, let it all out," he tells her, giving her permission to scream out all her desires.

Wendy's moans get louder as he continues to lick, suck, and nip at her nipple. Her hands are in his hair, pulling and tugging, scratching his scalp as he showers her with attention. She feels something building up inside of her as he teases her nipples, showing the neglected one just as much attention as the other. When he feels like she's had enough he's kissing down her again, tongue swirling against her belly button, down to her hips. He pulls her belt off harshly and without permission this time, pulls down her pants and underwear all at once. He's hit with the stench of her sex and feels his pants get tighter as she lays completely naked underneath him.

"You're so wet for me already Wendy, I love it," he smiles at her.

Wendy doesn't know what she's feeling right now other than embarrassment. She can't act on it though because there's something else, something more overpowering that she wants, that only Mest can give her. He caresses her legs with his hands as he tries to get her to open them wide; she doesn't want to though. It feels good when she squeezes them together and if they go apart she won't have this feeling anymore. He starts kissing her thighs, biting at them gently, moans escaping her lips as she throws her head back and drops her guard. Mest pries open her legs and the scent is so overwhelming that he feels like he might cum at that instant. She wants him. She wants him so badly. Her perfect, deliciously wet, virgin pussy waiting for him to take her. If she were anyone else his pants would be gone right now and he would be pounding into her with all his strength.

She was his wife though, and she was a virgin. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as him, so he had to take his time. Mest licks his lips, knowing he would enjoy this next part. It's not often that he does this for ladies, but for his wife, he knows it would bring nothing but pleasure for both of them. Mest lowers his head and sticks out his tongue; Wendy jerks up and flinches as she feels something warm and wet lick her down there. She moans loudly as a jolt of something courses through it, repeatedly, as Mest starts eating her out. He shouldn't be doing that though, not down there, she tries to fight the feeling of pleasure and squeeze her legs back close, but his fingers are digging into her thighs painfully, keeping them open.

He licks all of her slick off before going in deeper, sticking his tongue insider her throbbing hole and swirling all around. Wendy cries out loudly, tears coming to her eyes. She can hardly breathe anymore, breathless pants escaping from her lips as her hips buckle forward to get him deeper. She can't believe the erotic sounds that are escaping her mouth right now, can't believe the pleasure that is coursing through her. When she read Erza's book she would feel this heat in her stomach, but she was never able to do anything about it. Mest seems to be stroking those fires, making them larger, hotter than before. She feels something inside her, begging for a release, and cries out loudly as she cums.

Mest smirks to himself and kisses her down there, licking his lips as he leans up and sees her spent face panting at him. It's not over, it's not anywhere near over yet. He reaches out and strokes her face, Wendy nuzzling against his hand and kissing his fingertips.

"Okay?" He asks.

She stares at his eyes and nods her head.

"Good, we're going to do that again, only this time I want to see you when you climax and hear you scream my name." He tells her.

Again? Wendy's eyebrows furrow; she doesn't think she can experience that again. Her mind feels so exhausted right now, her body so tired. She stares with confused eyes, which open up sharply as she feels something inside of her now. She clenches and gasps, Mest long finger probing at her hole and thrusting inside of her.

"There, there, relax Wendy. It's only going to get better," he coos her, pressing kisses against her forehead.

She can't relax though, that pain is building up again, that fire, that need. Mest pushes his finger in and out of her slowly, watching her face curl up, watching her lips open wide, pants escape, her chest heave up and down rapidly. He wants to fuck her. He wants to shove himself deep inside of her and fuck her senselessly, but he wills himself to wait. When she's ready he adds another finger, and another, stretching her out, moving around quickly as he feels his dick get more and more hard.

"Me-Mest," she meows out, mouth open wide as saliva trails down.

"That's it Wendy, keep calling my name. Keep calling it out and I'll go faster," he tells her.

"Mest! Mest! Mest!" She cries out, her stomach tightening up.

She's almost there, he can see it in her eyes, can hear it in her breath. He adds a fourth finger and is really pumping her now, trying to stretch out her tightness, feeling around for just that right spot which will make her really scream. She cums before he finds it, but he still takes pleasure in the erotic expression on her face. Mest pulls his fingers out and licks off her cum in front of her. Wendy covers her face with her hands, embarrassment flooding through her again. She doesn't like the sounds she's making, she doesn't like thinking about how she looks, but god that feeling inside of her, the feeling he releases from her. She wonders how he was able to stand so long without being able to touch her. She wonders how she was able to live before without ever feeling this true ecstasy.

"Wendy, love, look at me." He calls her.

Wendy doesn't want to and Mest isn't going to force her either. He hovers over her, staring hard at her hidden face, waiting for her to show herself.

"Wendy," he calls her name again, husky. He feels the shiver that courses through her, "please, let me see you. We can stop now if you want, we don't have to continue," it kills him to say it, but she needs to know that he's willing if she doesn't want it anymore.

He hears her whisper something that he can't make out.

"What? Say it again, please?" He begs.

"Don't," she whispers softly.

It boosts his ego right up and he can't wait any longer. He needs to have her, he needs to be buried deep inside her where he'll stay forever.

"Then please look at me so we can continue. Look at me Wendy, tell me what you want."

Wendy gulps, her hands shaking as she moves it away from her face. Mest is staring down at her with such love and lust, she wonders if that's how she looks to him.

"Don't stop, I want you. I need you," she whispers.

That about does it for Mest. He's leaning up and off the bed, kicking off his pants and shorts, before he's over her again. Kissing her lips, her forehead, everywhere he can touch, positioning himself above her. He brushes down, grinding their sexes together, and Wendy gasps out loudly in his kiss, letting him shove his tongue down her throat.

"This is going to hurt, I'm going to try and let you get used to it. It won't last forever though Wendy, it'll feel great, I promise," he whispers, kissing at her ear.

Wendy nods her head and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to him. She presses her lips against his shoulder and closes her eyes, waiting for the pain and pleasure to take her. Mest kisses the side of her head as he grinds against her again, hearing her moan out in pleasure before he plunges inside of her. He feels her barrier, knowing for sure she truly was a virgin and he really was the lucky son of a bitch who would take her first, her last, her only. She tightens around him and squeezes his shoulder, mouth opening up to bite down on him. Mest kisses her head again and runs his fingers through her hair.

"You have to relax love, you have to relax," he repeats to her.

He tries moving, but she flinches and cries out. There's no easy way to do this. It's taking every bit of self-control to not plow into her right now, and if he keeps going at this slow pace she's only going to feel more and more pain. Mest takes a deep breath and bites his bottom lip, thrusting his hips forward. He breaks through her barrier in one swoop and she's crying out loudly, tears appearing in her eyes. He moans out loudly never feeling such tightness and warmth around him before, but he can't act. He can't enjoy it, not while she's crying.

"It hurts Mest, it really hurts," she cries, biting down on him hard enough to draw blood.

"I know baby, I know. Just relax, it'll feel better. I won't move until you're ready," his voice strains to say.

He leans back and grabs her face, kissing her slowly, trying to distract her from the pain. He doesn't want her like this, crying underneath him, wishing for it to be over. He wants her happy, wishing for more, wanting him to give her everything. Wendy feels herself relax as she kisses him, fingers tangling in his hair, heart racing as she forgets about the dull pain between her legs. When he pulls away to stare at her, she sniffs and nods her head at him slowly. Mest gulps and reaches up, wiping her tears as he slowly starts moving. Wendy lets out a hiss and he stops, watching her face twist up.

"Go," she whimpers.

"Wendy-"

"Please Mest, please, make me feel better," she tells him, seeing her resolve in her eyes.

Mest nods his head and grabs onto the headboard to balance himself. He starts moving again, ignoring her whimpers, setting a soft pace as she gets used to him. He can't believe how she feels right now, so perfect, so beautiful.

"You feel so good Wendy, so good," he groans out, yearning to be deeper inside of her.

Wendy bites her lips as she moans.

"I want more of you, more of everything. You feel so perfect- ah- I can't believe you're all mine."

"Mest-" She whimpers.

She starts feeling something now, something other than pain. She lifts up her legs and wraps them around his waist; he only encourages her as he hits deeper.

"Yeah, just like that, so good Wendy, you're doing so good."

He starts going faster, quickening their pace, and Wendy cries out in pleasure. She loves this, she loves this feeling. She loves him inside of her, she loves feeling him drive deeper into her. How was she feeling pain before? How wasn't she feeling pleasure? Her nails dig into his back and she's tossing her head against the pillows, loud moans escaping her lips now she has no plan on covering up.

"Mest, Mest!"

"Wendy! Keep calling my name, keep screaming it out!"

It's better than she imagined. It's better than what any teacher has taught her, better than what any words she's read in books described to her. He's filling her up, he's causing ripples of pleasure everywhere through her from her toes to her fingertips. Mest's nails dig into the headboard, scratching up wood, but he hardly cares. He just wants more of her, to be more with her.

"Faster Mest, harder. I want more, I want more."

He grunts as he picks up his pace again, letting go of some of his restraints. He allows himself to pound into her, feeling their bodies slapping together as he thrusts deeper and deeper into her. Wendy is really crying out his name now, pulling him closer with her legs, lifting her hips up to meet his strides. She cries out loudly, feeling herself about to explode. She's going to explode. She's going to blow up into a million pieces and become stardust.

"Mest! Mest! Mest! Mest! MEST! MEST! MEST!"

"Wendy!" Mest groans out, pressing their foreheads together.

He finds his release and cums, pouring his seed inside of her body. Wendy moans loudly and bites down against his neck again as she finds her release. He passes out on top of her, crushing her under his weight, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they come down from their high. Mest is still inside her and she can feel him twitching softly, hardening again.

"Fuck," he curses breathlessly, pressing his face down against her boobs and resting there.

Wendy moans out, running her fingers through his hair, trying to see straight again. She licks her lips, trying to remember how to speak words again.

"Is it always like that?"

Mest gulps thickly, "no, never like that. Only with you Wendy, only with you."

Wendy giggles lightly and a smile appears on her lips, "can we do that again?"

His member twitches and comes back to life, loving hearing those words come out of her lips. He pleased her. He was able to please her and give her such pleasures that she wanted him to do it again. He wants nothing more than to keep pleasing her.

"Yeah, just give me a minute. Come over here," he says, bringing her head down to meet her lips.

She was dead, but now she's alive again. Being with him, him being in her. Mest leans up as he doesn't break their kiss, starting to move inside of her again slowly, and Wendy can't imagine anything else she would rather be doing right now than screaming and squirming underneath him.

She gasps out loudly and lets the pleasure take over her again.