What's good in the hood? Jk. Idk really at this point I have nothing to say other than enjoy the story.
It was a strange feeling, Lucy felt as if her whole body had unmaterialized and she was floating flecks in the wind before she reappeared in a room she did not recognize. There is no windows, but floating orbs scattered across what Lucy believes is the ceiling, but in reality is just pitch blackness that she can't see an end to. The lights provide a soft white haze, making it easy for her to see the towering bookshelves, plush white reading chair in the corner, plush white circular rug in the center of the dark wood floor. Multiple pillows and blankets scattered around. Doing another full circle Lucy realized there was no door, just her luck.
Feeling no hostile intent within the room Lucy shrugged her shoulders and made her way over to the chair. Relaxing back it was really as soft as it looked, to her right sat a white end table with a book and a glass of her favorite raspberry tea from what she could smell. Picking up the book it was a history on the life of Aquarius and how she became the celestial spirit she is this day. To say Lucy was fascinated would be an understatement, if this book was real she would be so happy. All her like Aquarius has been a constant, with her mom, without her mom, during every death defying epic fight all the way until the last one.
The story was about a priestess who was once one with the water in a little village. She brought prosperity to the people, but never did she speak to any of them. On occasion she would have little study groups with the children of the village in order to teach them techniques and ways to keep their crops growning strong in a very plain and blunt manner. She did not coddle, she did not praise, she just taught and expected them to learn. When their parents would ask about her all the kids would just say she was quiet. The villagers did not necessarily like her, but could not treat her badly in fear that their crops would not grow. Many thought she held herself higher than everyone else and only looked down on them. In a way they were correct, for The priestess only cared for the water. She herself prayed to the gods and believed whole heartedly that water was the source of life and without it humans would be nothing. So most of her life from childhood to early adulthood she cared for the water. She cleaned it of debris, purified it, prayed at its edges, thanked it, and never took it for granted.
It was when one drunken villager had had enough, he thought she was too proud and deserved to be put down. Because while he and the other villagers worked to provide for the people she spent her time in the water doing who knows what. Most of the villagers claimed their prosperity was due to the priestesses devotion of the water but they had no proof, just assumptions based off of years of rumors due to the girl starting her care of the water at a young age. So the man approached the priestess who was deep in the water doing her nightly cleansing and praying when the man all but plowed her over. At first his attack as in the form of sexual assault, grouping and touching her. She fought, thinking she had the upper hand in the water she so often found herself in and devoted herself to. It was while they grappled the villager was able to somehow shove her under the water, in doing so he continued to shove her down. At one point she hit her head so hard to the small river rocks she lost consciousness and floated under the water. The drunken man sobered at what he had done and fled the scene, keeping his secrets to himself.
The weeks following the villagers grew weary as their crops started to die, noticing that their water priestess was long gone. Some had scoured the self made temple by the river bank she resided in, some more courageous ones looked the best the could up and down the shrinking river. Still the criminal held his tongue. It was months later when their once green and prosperous village turned to one of dust and sand that a lone man entered. He was a traveler who had heard the rumors of a prosperous land turning to dust and a lot of the people had left. Yet the criminal was still there, unable to leave no matter how many times he tried, the people said he turned crazy muttering about the wicked water woman that haunted his dreams. Those who were left simply ignored the man and his strange mumbling but the traveler was greatly interested.
The traveler had approached the murder as he was muttering about 'if he hadn't drowned her none of this would have happened'. The traveler keenly took notice of the scar over the mans thinning chest striking a similar resemblance to a certain star pattern. Humoring the crazy man the traveler asked where he had murdered the priestess, the remaining people who had thought nothing of the crazy mans mutterings were very interested now. Following the two men to the bed where the river once ran, the traveler approached the rivet of sand. Bending down he stuck his hand deep within the sand, as the villagers were confused the traveler could feel it. He could feel her lying dormant beneath his domain. Standing up and swirling the staff that was on his back over the area the crowd was amazed to see it move and disperse as he wished. There under all that sand was their priestess, laying peacefully surrounded by a blue sphere of what appeared to be rippling water. The traveler once again approached the sleeping woman and gently stuck his hand into her water, bringing his finger to her forehead her eyes snapped open.
Gasping the priestess had awoken, her body glowing brightly as it hovered into the sky. Transforming from a woman with pale blue hair and eyes to a mermaid with vibrant blue accents. Her once calm eyes panned over the people surrounding her. When they landed on the man who had attempted to end her life she became harsh and dug into him. Yelled at him and tried to drown him with abilities no one had ever though someone could have possessed.
"Aquarius." The traveler had called, abruptly causing the mad priestess to shift attentions. For the priestess could not fight his call, her power blended to his will. Stopping her attack upon the man who had tried to kill her. "You have to be better than him." The traveler reminded her. Causing Aquarius to herumpf and cross her arms. The travelers smile under his large mustache grew when he realized although ill tempered she would be a great representation of the water. "Aquarius." He called once more, and almost as if already knowning what he was askeing of her she tossed her arms wide and a new rivier sprung up under their feet. As the villagers struggled through the water the traveler snapped his fingers and he and the mermaid dissapeared in a shower of golden sparkles. It is said that years later, when the man who would represent the scorpion joined the mermaid in the sky they automatically fell into love. For the mermaid respected the sand for keeping her safe and the man loved how the water had not drowned him when his time came to become one with the sky.
Lucy softly closed the book in her lap as her tears slid silently down her face. Her almost empty glass of tea was forgotten on the table. Lucy couldn't believe what she had read, if this was really the story of how her Aquarius came to everything made so much more sense. With a new sense of determination to find her first friend Lucy swiftly stood up and gently put the book back on the table, hardly noticing as if dissapeared into golden dust. Wipping off her cheeks Lucy wished for a way out so she could start hunting for her friend. Automatically the white rug was tossed back and underneath laid a small square door. Pulling in the door it opened to show a familiar set of stairs. Climbing her way down the stairs after she closed and locked the door she hardly set foot on the ground before she was swept up into a pair of comforting strong arms.
Lucy tried to turn to face her hugger but all she received was his arms tightening and a low warning growl leave him. But unlike scaring her the growl only caused shivers to go down her spine. She could feel Cobra running his nose up and down the column of her throat.
"You scared the daylights out of me Bright Eyes." He rumbled out.
"Oh Cobra I didn't mean to, I got caught up doing something." She responded.
"Lucy..." He drawled. "You've been gone for two days."
Finally she was able to turn around. Meeting his instense green eye Lucy couldn't help but get a little lost. There was anger, confusion and dare she think it but a little hurt. Cradling his face she leaned up to kiss him. Gods even after two apparent days he still tasted of Carmel coffee. How she was gone for two whole days she still needed to figure out but at this moment the only thing she could think about was his rough hand grasping her waist and his lips dominating hers. Like their first time Cobra was ruthless in his kiss, completely and totally taking control of it all. This time though Lucy surrendered willingly that hurt she had spotted in his eye dug deep into her soul and made it hurt too. She never meant to leave him for that long.
Her thoughts however came to a stop as Cobra ground his hardening memberinto her hips. Gods she could never get enough of this man.
"Do you know... fuck... how hard it was to be without you for two whole days... unggg.." He started as he all but ripped her clothes from her body. "The mating mark was freshly set... gods above..." Finally skin met skin as they both were completely stripped, picking her up by her ass Lucy's legs automatically wrapped around his trim waist rubbing her slicked fold against his hard dick. "Dammit all... it was torture Lucy. Ughh and I didn't even get to tell you all about it. Fuck..."
Pushing her against the island counter Cobra grabbed her wonderfully wandering hands and slammed them back against the granite island counter. Lucy's body being on wonderful display streched out and back arching. Licking his lips Cobra couldn't get enough of her heaving body. The contrast of her fleshy milk skin against the black counter made her stand out all the much more. Without preamble his dragon all but roared that she would look better with his marks across her beautiful skin. "Do you know what happens to bad little girl who run away from their dragon..." He purred to her.
Lucy could hardly even think, but seeing the glint in his eye she knew she had to somehow respond. "They... uhggg...mmm they get uhh, ahhh! Punished! Bad girls get punished!" She all but moaned out as he rocked against her. The tip of his dick sliding against her folds and hitting her clit just right. She felt so good she swore she was seeing stars as he moved against her.
Lucy didn't even care that her dragon dominated her all night long, biting and sucking. Marking her as his own, against the island, on the dinningroom table, face first into the couch, and finally against the large window in the front of her house. The last time she felt his once again bite her where her neck met her shoulder and her whole body buzzed with the feeling of an orgasm and his magic rushing through her veins.
Oh Lucy knew what being the mate to a dragon slayer entailed, she had done lots of research with Levy all those years ago. And never in her life did she think it would happen with Cobra of all people. Yet she couldn't find it in herself to mind, because even after their whole escapades he cradled her worn body, taking her into her bathroom down stairs gently washing her and her hair of their activates. After drying her he lotioned her up and massages the tenseness from her sore body.
As they cuddled under her warm blankets, she heard him whisper right before she passed out.
"You know, you're mind clears in the throws of passion and in those brief instances I can hear you again. Never in my life had I missed the sound of a soul as much as I realized tonight that I missed yours. Thank you for agreeing to be mine Lucy."
Damn right in the feelers. Any Colu has to have some sexual activities and sweetheart moments after in my mind. If I ever met a real like Erik (Cobra) I'd want to hold him and never let him go. Okay anyways, that room will be explained here soon. What did you guys think of the story of Aquarius? It was pretty hard to write honestly, trying to capture her identity in a short chapter history. Never the less we are far from over my dear readers, but now even more Colu smexiness will be in the chapters of Lucy's great adventure to find Aquarius. Not even joking I'm thinking of having her key pop up the the grass sea in Bosco. What can I say, I'm kinda in love with the Pradesh fam. They just seem to need to belong in my stories. Follow, fav and review. Lots of love! Write on!