A/N: Ok, so it's been a lil while since an update, I apologize profusely for that, but here's a longer chapter, and already working on the next, Desna and I are still asking for readers to review, as it keeps us going. Hope you enjoy some of the different things that come to light in this chapter
Lucy leaned back, smiling, the warm tropical air blowing through her hair as she felt her back come against Zens firm chest, his arms warm around her as they stood on the deck of the airship, looking out over the deep cerulean sea watching the Archipelago islands coming closer.
This, where she was now, where she had been since they were eating in the guild and he'd told her he was taking her to Archipelago, it was beyond her wildest hopes and dreams.
"Are...are you going to marry me?" She asked him and everyone at the table had fallen silent. Zens arms had tightened around her, soft lips pressed to her temple.
"If you say yes…" He whispered back and she had jerked around in his hold trying to face him. He'd chuckled and shoved their dinner dishes aside, lifted her up and placed her on the table before him, sliding from the chair to his knees and tears had filled her eyes.
Levys hand flew to her mouth, the other gripping Bickslows thigh so hard he winced as they all watched Zen kneel in front of Lucy.
"Lucy Heartfilia, I, Zen Pradesh, second Prince of Archipelago, Lord of Angeal Reata, ask to take you to wife. I ask you to share my bed, my trials and my joys, be the mother of my children and equal partner at my side for all time, do you accept?" He asked. Mated, a piece of his own soul within her, he still knelt and felt nerves fray as she stared for a moment at him in wide teary eyed shock.
She flew at him then, tackling him to the hard wood floor.
"Yes...oh Gods YES!" She shrieked and most of the Dragon Slayers wavered and shook their heads in pain but chuckled. The guild had about gone insane.
The next morning they were aboard the Airship they were on now, en route to Archipelago and Lucy was so happy she felt like she was floating. Arman, her friend, was going to become her father in-law and Zen...She slid her hands over his forearms that rested across her, pressing into his embrace more and smiling at his pleased rumble.
Two weeks as his mate, with a part of his soul within her, and she wasn't afraid to admit she was in love with him. Head over fucking heels out of her mind in love. Even better, she felt her love reflected back from him, he loved her too, she could feel it, basked in it, revelled in it.
"Your Dad is going to be happy." She said lightly.
He smiled, nuzzling into her, kissing her neck. "After he tears me apart for being a fucking idiot...yes." He chuckled. He wasn't looking forward to facing his father, well, that wasn't true, he was overjoyed he was bringing his mate home, safe and sound, but he knew he had a very well deserved ass chewing ahead of him before his father let the celebrations begin.
"He'll forgive you." She said and he nodded, trailing his lips to her jaw.
"Mmm...I know...he loves me, and he's overjoyed you, Lucy Heartfilia, are my mate and fiance, but he's still going to chew my ass off over what I did...I deserve every bit of it too." He mumbled while he nibbled at the column of her neck.
"Mmm, I deserve you naked...or maybe on your knees..." She smirked wickedly and he chuckled.
"We're docking in 20 minutes…" He glanced over to a bathroom by the pool a short distance away from where they stood. Most passengers were crowded at the rails enjoying the views as they came in. He smirked, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it as she laughed. He lifted her onto the sink counter, sliding her skirt up with his eyes locked on hers.
"I can definitely get you off before the ship docks…" He grinned wickedly and she bit her lip, scooting to the edge and yanking at the button of his white shorts, not bothering with the white button up shirt, they didn't have time to get all the way naked…
They were some of the last passengers off the ship, Lucy a little wobbly on her legs and Zen whispering wickedly it was a good thing all the Dragon Slayers were back home because they smelled deliciously of sex in spite of a hasty attempt to clean up some in the bathroom.
An Airbus waited for them, Gerard, who Lucy recognized from her former trips here, bowing and waiting for them to get in and sit before he went to the pilot's seat and flew them to the palace.
Arman was there with Farron and Wendy and Lucy, in spite of the tension she felt coming from Zen at his looming talk with his father, was thrilled to see the young Dragon Slayer. She ran right to her and Wendy met her halfway.
"Lucy! Oh my Gods, You're mated, congratulations!" Wendy grinned, hugging her and then giving her a knowing look, Lucy suddenly realizing there was ONE Dragon Slayer aside from Zen they hadn't left in Fiore. But Wendy she could handle, only blushing a little at the look.
"Lucy! Oh my dear, It seems you were meant to be more than just a friend to this family. You've been patient waiting, tell me my son has made you happy since he took so much time finally bringing you into our family!" Arman said pointedly, pulling Lucy in for a hug of his own and giving Zen a hard look the Archangel had the grace to look sheepish under.
She beamed at Arman and his green eyes moved over her appraisingly, she looked healthy, well, the three months of misery Zen had added onto what had already been unhappy times for this beautiful woman seemed behind her, she looked radiant, and the mating mark on her neck was dark, displaying evidence of Zens close attention to his mate.
"He's made me very happy Arman, please don't be mad at him, I want to enjoy this trip." She said softly and Arman smiled at her, cupping her chin and kissing her forehead.
"My sweet lady, I wouldn't be a proper father if I didn't give my son hell for defying me and then doing exactly what he so arrogantly said he wouldn't." He said, narrowed eyes on his son. Lucy pulled from his arms and went to Zen, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek.
"Just don't break him...I need him." She said and Arman laughed.
Lucy was taken by Farron and Wendy then, while Zen unhappily followed his father in a different direction.
The path wasn't a familiar one, taking them down long stairs beneath the castle. "Dad…" He breathed and his father held up a hand.
"Just keep walking Zen, even if I vanish from sight keep following the stairs, we will talk when we reach the bottom." His father said firmly and Zen sighed, already feeling uncomfortable with his distance from Lucy.
"Not in love with being so far from Lucy…" He grumbled. Arman looked at him pointedly.
"Good, now I know you're feeling like you damn well should." His father replied and Zen winced but said nothing else, deciding to try to limit the number of times he stuck his foot in his mouth.
Arman vanished and Zen narrowed his eyes, his magic following the spatial gating that happened and he smirked, tapping it, finding how his father had been moved and to where and gated himself, appearing in a flash of gold and purple, his father gasping and stepping back.
Zen smiled. "Well...that's interesting gate magic...Celestial channeling through a labyrinth of gates not moving a spirit but instead moving a mortal being...I thought I was the only one who could do that…"
"You are." Came a bland reply and his eyes moved and he bit back a curse meeting Dracos narrow eyed look. Great, BOTH fathers.
"He can gate himself in here? I thought the spell was too complex…" Arman breathed.
"I just followed how you had gone through Dad, when you vanished I paid attention…" Zen said and Draco smirked at Arman, he'd taught the young Slayer very well, his ability to trace a gate and reproduce it was evidence of that. It was hard magic, but they had known he would need it.
Arman couldn't hide his proud look, didn't even try to. "Good, your mastery of your magic is evident, so Dracos idea of making you a Dragon Slayer was clearly the wisest choice. However, while it has made you stable magically I'm concerned about your mastery of the instincts and drives that come with the magic. Your brother and sister both have mastered theirs here on Earthland, where challenges and issues arise every day to push at those instincts, test your control over your inner dragon. The fact you were able to, because of your anger with Leo, walk away and abandon your mate after being so powerfully driven to go find her? That alarms me Zen." He said.
Zen was about to speak when his father waved his hand and the walls in the cavern they stood in fell away. Zens eyes widened and in moments he picked out familiar shapes in the coral…
"Dragons…" He breathed stepping forward he raised his hand to the wall and the coral of Angeal Reata zoomed in. His eyes glowed then, gold lighting the cavern while Arman and Draco stood silently watching him.
"Risurpico...The Dragon of Dawn...ally of Gilasfriel, the Star of Morning...Guardians of the East." He breathed in a voice not entirely his own.
"Lucy is going to need to see this..." Zen murmured, leaning against a pillar as his eyes roamed over the walls off the cavern. He could feel the magic pulsing deep within himself, making his blood sing, and he still didn't know why. He knew though, that somehow Lucy was a part of it.
"She will, once you two are married." Arman stated, hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed his son. "She can't come here unless she is bound to you in that way, it's the only way the protections will recognize her."
"No...she can...don't ask me how I know...but I do...I'll be right back." With a burst of light Zen disappeared, leaving Arman and Draco staring after him in shock before cursing. Before they could hurry down one of the hallways to get back to the castle, Zen reappeared...with Lucy wrapped in his arms, blinking in shock.
By this point, Arman and Draco were shocked speechless, and watched as Lucy looked around at the colorful murals on the walls. Without a word, she stepped from Zen's arms, walking towards to the wall that showed Angeal Reata, her head tilting slightly. Placing her hand against the dragon shaped coral that was zoomed in, she found herself oddly calm when a large spot right next to her hand shifted into a slitted pupil eye that blinked at her.
Arman and Draco felt their jaws drop when they heard a male voice echo through the room, the power behind it causing even them to stagger some.
"Is it time then my Queen?"
When Lucy answered, they shivered. Her voice sounded like hers, but much older, much wiser, than her years, and Arman realized there was indeed much more to the beautiful blond than he had originally believed.
"Not yet Risurpico, not all has been revealed, but let the others know that darkness is thriving, and we will be needed once more. And we have been friends for how long now? I think we can drop the Queen bit."
"Of course...Andromeda." With that the eye slipped closed once more, blending smoothly into the coral from before, and the presence that had filled the cavern disappeared. Turning back to the others, Lucy walked past them to the middle of the room. Lifting her hands out to her sides, they began to glow gold, brightening the cavern, before sparks of gold flew from her hands to various points along the walls. As they watched, it took a moment for them to realize that the points created a constellation, and had their eyes widening.
There were no words to express the shock and confusion that Arman and Draco felt, and when Lucy turned back to them, eyes glowing golden like Zen's had, it was instinct that had them taking a knee.
"Tell Loke that if he wants to make amends, then to find my key, and bring it to Lucy. And tell Markarov to give Levy the book." Lucy stated, still in that voice that was, but wasn't, her own. When the last word passed her lips, Lucys eyes fell shut as she dropped to the ground, Zen lunging forward to catch her head before it hit the ground.
He sat on his bent legs, gathering Lucy to him and she blinked several times reaching up for him, hands cupping his face.
"I can still….feel her…" She breathed. Zen held her to him, bending to touch his forehead to hers.
Arman and Draco stared in shocked amazement, watching the glowing golden eyes meeting glowing golden eyes.
Draco felt it, celestial, draconic magic mixing with the purest light that was the Archangel magic and he realized...it merged in the couple before him. Lucy didn't hold the draconic, only Zen did, but the light, the Archangel magic, so powerful, so difficult to rein, it flowed through them both and he wished suddenly Bickslow was there to tell them just what the union between the couple looked like now...
"My Prince…" He began.
"King...I am a King Draco…" The golden eyes flared and Arman and Draco both threw their arms up turning their heads away from the intensity of it.
When the light dimmed and they could look again the walls of the cavern were back to normal and Zen had tipped over to the floor breathing hard.
"Zen!" Arman lunged forward coming to his own knees beside Lucy and his son. They had meant only to have a stern talk with Zen, show him the Islands from below, talk to him about his ancestors.
Zen had grown up with Archangel magic as something that endangered him, kept him from his family and made him unpleasantly unique. Raising him so he didn't hate his own magic had been difficult, and he'd not been taught about his ancestors, or where they knew his magic had come from, what it meant.
Arman was about to grasp his sons shoulders when he vanished, gone, no flash or glittering after effects as his gate magic usually triggered, just...gone. He jerked his head around to look in alarm at Draco whose mouth was hanging open as stunned as the King.
"Where is he?! Arman demanded and Draco reached out hard and fast with his magic. His key wasn't directly bound to Zen but he was quick to reach out to the spirits that were when his magic touched all of the islands and found Zen nowhere.
Lucy suddenly clutched her chest and closed her eyes, suddenly, horrifyingly, Zen had vanished from the other end of their link. One moment there, strong, warm and reassuring, holding her in his arms, strange warm magic flowing between them like silken bathwater when suddenly, there was an odd sensation that he had...changed somehow, suddenly cold, he fell to his side and then...gone.
"Z...Zen!" She gasped out, her whole being screaming for him. Arman gathered Lucy to him and looked desperately at Draco who was shaking his head as he was reaching out to Zens spirits, none knew where he was, all were reporting back he had disappeared and they couldn't feel him anymore.
"I can't feel him! He's gone!" Lucy cried and Arman looked stricken, glaring at Draco.
"GO! Go to the celestial realm and see if the King knows about this!"
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Zen blinked, looking around him in confusion, everything was...warm...swirling golds and soft blues made up the "sky" and he realized there was someone standing nearby.
He stood, facing them, a man, with blonde hair and pale gray eyes wearing a gray suit, long white wings partially folded in. Zens eyes widened taking the mans appearance in in stunned silence.
"Galasfriel." The man greeted him bowing his head. "I am Micheal...your guardian...it is good to see your soul again." He said smiling warmly.
"I'm...my name is Zen...Zen Pradesh." Zen replied. Staggering a little, he felt Lucys absence, she was just...gone...the realization made him grimace and clutch at his chest. Micheal smiled.
"Your mortal name yes, your souls name is Galasfriel, the last king of the Archangels of Earthland. You have a long road ahead of you my friend and we haven't much time to speak, I must send you back quickly so those who love you do not suffer your absence long, you can feel it acutely I imagine, your soul mates tremendous distance from you right now, I am sorry for that." He said, holding out a hand he indicated a chair that had suddenly appeared and Zen sat heavily, overwhelmed by the magic he was feeling all around him, in the very air he was breathing and the distinct pain of the void he felt where Lucy should be.
"You were the last Archangel to leave Earthland over 800 years of that realm ago. You are now the first to return, born to King Arman Pradesh. Your struggles, I am sorry...were necessary. From this point on I can only speak with you through dreams, your dragon soul will not allow more, possessive as it is of you, and it is good you have it so that's fine." Micheal said, taking a suddenly materialized seat across from Zen.
"As the first Archangel mage born back to Earthland, you will be charged with guiding those who are following, so be certain to chronicle your experiences well, last time you refused and caused yourself a great deal of trouble by leaving no guide for yourself to follow on your return. Before I return you, the most important thing I wish to tell you is to protect Andromeda well and assure the chamber of gates I just took you from is never breached. As unlikely as it is, it could be, you are still charged with its protection, it is the only place where gates to the 16 kingdoms of heaven can be accessed and so must be protected lest unholy seek to steal into the light." Micheal said and stood, Zen standing because he felt himself compelled to.
"Now, I will grant your armor and implant your ability to call it, you've not worn it for more than 800 years but we've kept it safe." He waved his hand and Zens whole body seized, every muscle clenched, his arms thrown out to the sides.
"Sorry, imprinting is always painful…" Micheal said off handedly. Zen stood wavering slightly, hand flying to his chest and clattering. Looking down he realized he was in armor, a full suit of silver and gold armor. "No unholy touch or magic can breach that armor, there are other things that can though so do not believe it impervious, it isn't. There, you're ready, I'll send you back… I shall visit you in dreams my friend." The man said and with a wave of his hand Zen gasped and was suddenly flat on his back in the cavern again in his shorts and shirt.
He blinked, completely disoriented and confused by what had just happened.
"ZEN!" Lucys cry was followed shortly by the woman crashing down on top of him, wide eyed and frantic, her doe brown eyes flying over him from head to foot, her hands running over him for a few moments before she lunged down and kissed him so hard he grunted, hands flying up to grip her shoulders.
"Thank the Gods!" His fathers voice was a flood of relieved confusion, the words rasped out, roughened by intense emotion.
"Zen...where…" Lucy mumbled against his lips and he just kissed her back, his thoughts too scattered to make sense of anything, and the void of her absence suddenly full again had him just weak with relief. His arms wound around her, holding her to him and he kissed her again, soft and sweet before sitting up.
"I'm sorry Dad...I really don't know what...happened." He admitted.
Draco re-appeared, wide eyed as Arman was wrapping his arms around Lucy and Zen both.
There were be no stern talk...reminded of what loss felt like...Arman had no desire for it any longer, he was just grateful his son was there, with his beautiful mate and that both were safe. They would work out details when the need came.
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Arman sat smiling, a good nights sleep, a few calls, and he felt worlds better. Farron and Wendy to his right, Zen and Lucy to his left, they were relaxing enjoying a peaceful breakfast, though the discussion was somewhat intense. It did Armans heart good to see his son though, healthy, clearly immensely happy with his mate, who he lavished with attention in typical Dragon Slayer fashion.
Lucy just bloomed under it all too, she loved it, and you could no longer tell she had come so close to death because of Zens foolish pursuit of Loke. Draco had taken Lucys odd message to the Lion spirit and come back smiling faintly at Arman.
"He's jumped on it, I think...for the first time since I've known the damn cat, he's seriously committed to his keyholder, but he's got a lot to prove to mend the rift in his bond with Lucy." The Dragon spirit said.
Arman sighed, sitting back in his chair by his desk. "With Zen as well, though he will never step around Lucy to discipline one of her spirits again, not after what this time nearly cost them….Andromeda, Draco...and I've found information on the Dragon Risurpico, just as was said, he was called the Dragon of Dawn, and was bound to the Archangel Mage Galasfriel. The text specifically said "bound" too, I want you to look into that. If you have never trained a Dragon Slayer before, how would an Archangel mage have a dragon bound to them?" He asked.
Draco smiled at him. "You have Lucy now Arman, or Zen does, she has Crux the Southern Cross, he can research amazingly better than I can, use the guilds too, you have a branch of White Sea here and Kaleb has been working out the sisterhood with Fairy Tail and putting in the Teleportation pad linking Fairy Tail to the White Sea Guild Hall on his island. He's had his mages working on that for months now." Draco reminded him and Arman grinned.
He loved the idea of expanding his resources, that his children were doing it through their marriages, well, that made him happier. Having all of his children settled with mates also gave him a great deal of joy, he'd long since started praying for Grandchildren. Emzadi and Laxus would be providing him with his first and now he was becoming a needling Father after all of his children to follow suit, more than willing to arrange surrogates for those who had mated so they couldn't have them on their own.
"The 16 kingdoms...realms of existence tied to Earthland. I may have Levy research that…" He said and Draco smirked at his friend.
"Perfect." His eyes faded a moment as he listened and his smirk deepened. "You have company Sire...beautiful woman too…" He purred and Arman narrowed his eyes.
"Than you, need to get lost, I haven't seen her since before the whole mess with Zen leaving Lucy happened, we're having dinner privately, no Dragons." He snapped and the spirit chuckled, bowing and departing before the knock on the door drew Armans pale green eyes into a predatory glow.
He'd had...of course...a very good evening...night...with his female visitor, and was feeling particularly good, wondering idly if Zen and Lucys children would have blonde hair like their mother or darker hair from his side of things. His wife had mahogany colored hair, streaked gold like Zens, Farron had inherited her blue eyes and Zen had Armans grandfathers purple and gold eyes. Poetic almost, his grandfather had been a celestial mage, and now Zen was, and he had his grandfathers eyes...almost like the Celestial Dragon Slayer had been something he was born to become, not just….
He stilled inwardly, Arman knew too much to doubt how fate could work. Gods above, the horrid instability of Zens magic after his mother, a celestial mage, had died, how it hadn't balanced until the Celestial Dragon Slayer magic had been given to him...Galasfriel had been bound to the Dragon of Dawn… If Zen was Galasfriel reborn, he may well have needed those two magics in order to function as a whole person. They knew precious little about the Archangel Mages, there just were no records of much more than their deeds.
"You ok Dad?" Farron asked, noting his fathers far away look. Arman smiled.
"Yes, just wool gathering, all of this has me doing a lot of it. Your older brother Kaleb is a...fan of Galasfriel, Zen, he knows a great deal about the man. You should talk with him about it, that angel earring he wears….that's Galasfriel."
Zen smirked. "My brother wears an earing of who I...was...in a former life huh?...this is bizarre." He sighed, feeling Lucys hand high on his thigh, squeezing and moving his leg so it touched hers. Contact was just too soothing to deny it when he could get it. He was no longer shocked by his endless need for her either, over the last couple of weeks since he'd returned to her, he'd adjusted to it. Sort of...instead of being concerned by it, he just went with it. He knew he'd wake up wanting her, needing her, and that she did the same thing. He hadn't had the chance to ask Cristoff, or hell even Wendy if that was a Dragon slayer thing or if it was part of a piece of his soul now residing in his mate...or both.
The rending of his soul had been the sweetest agony he'd ever felt, and he knew now, after talking with Bickslow, that was unique to Archangels. His brother was on his way to Archipelago, he and his mates hadn't been there since their coronations and Bickslow needed to visit Anam, all three of them were missing it. They would for the rest of their lives if they were away too long. The Islands called to those who were bound to them.
Their father had asked Bickslow to come, he wanted his son to look over Lucy and Zen, specifically within the "Cavern of Gates" Lucy called it. They wouldn't go down there again without Bickslow there.
He and his mates, and even Vander and Rogue arrived later that day too, but everyone settled in for a quiet evening before facing anymore unknowns. Lucy was happy to see Levy, she needed to do something and wanted to ask her friend about it.
She was happy, she couldn't claim in any way she wasn't, she had everything she'd dreamed of for years. Zen was attentive, affectionate, and every bit the toe curling world rocking lover she'd dreamed he would be. She was steadily gaining weight back, helped along by the fact Zen would reward her for eating well, would even refuse her, not let her get her hands under his clothes or get actual sex until she did...He wouldn't let her even talk about dieting or watching her weight, vowed he'd knock Natsu out and skin Happy if he caught either of them saying she had a weight issue too.
There was just a feeling, under it all, that he had left her, she still refused to let Loke come though, wouldn't speak with him, wasn't ready to. She was a forgiving woman, always had been, but damn it...3 months. Yes part of the blame was on Loke, even on her for bringing the whole thing up in the first place, but Zen owed her something and even he told her he felt he had a lot to make up for, and he really did.
She had nearly died, his aggressive, possessive reaction, which yes was instinct but STILL, he was a man not a beast, had nearly cost them both their lives. Typical of a Dragon Slayer, he didn't like her being on top, almost any other position we was more than fine with, he'd already shown her some things she never would have thought of that had turned out to be incredible.
She smiled slightly as an idea started to form, and reaching for the edge of the swimming pool sized bath she was relaxing in, touched Virgos key. She and her punishment specialist needed to have a talk….
It wasn't hard to get Levy aside and ask her about what Virgo and her had come up with, it was easier still for Levy to get Bickslow and Gajeel in on it and they led a blushing Lucy into the "Playroom" built between Bickslow and Vanders chambers in the palace.
"Already talked to Van, he and Rogue are going to stay on Scath Island tonight and we're going to stay on Anam so….all yours Bunny Girl, now come here, I'll show you how this works…" Gajeel said beckoning her over to the piece of equipment she was going to use.
She almost chickened out, almost called it off but Gajeel stepped up to her. "For Dragons, what he did was unprecedented Lucy, I understand how it happened, but whether he knows it or not? He needs this, your bond needs this. You aren't a Dragon Slayer, you can't do this like one of us could, so...you use this room, and the techniques Virgo taught you...he'll submit, the dragon soul inside him won't let him resist long if he does, not after what he did. Your feelings are right Bunny. Besides…" He smirked then "You two may find you like it...I know we sure as hell do."
Levy nodded vigorously and Bickslow grinned. "He's my brother Cosplayer, and I say you punish his ass and have fun doing it." He smirked then and Levy rolled her eyes.
"You can do this Lu...you'll do fine, Zen loves you, keep reminding yourself, you need this, you both do, your bond needs this."
With the encouragement, Lucy agreed and her friends left her, Bickslow dropping the key in her hand to get into the playroom through the hidden hallway he'd shown her before joining his mates.
Looking at the room one last time, she drew a breath and summoned Virgo who bowed and when she stood taking in the playroom, the maid grinned.
"Punishment Princess?" She said hopefully and Lucy smiled.
"Not for you yet Virgo, let's get this started, go get Zen." She ordered and Virgo nodded vanishing while Lucy turned to start changing into the outfit Virgo had made for her, there wasn't much of it, but it definitely made her look seriously ready for the activities she had planned for her mate. They could go see the flowers in the morning...this had to happen now.
Zen was lounging in the sitting room off the bedroom of his and Lucys private chambers, going through the books his father had provided. He had a lot of research to do, he was going to need to enlist Lucys spirit Crux. His own spirit Orion might be able to help a lot too, he was known for finding things, he was after all the hunter. Maybe he could find knowledge on Archangel mages, Galasfriel...Resurpico the Dragon of Dawn. It was all overwhelming, he was his own person, he was Zen Pradesh, and being himself had been complicated enough thank you...this all was just...ridiculous.
He looked up when there was a shift in magic and he felt a spirit come through a gate. Virgo stood before him and bowed.
"Prince Zen, my Princess has asked me to bring you to her." She told him. He put his book down and stood, frowning slightly. Why would Lucy send Virgo for him? She had a com. He didn't hesitate though, if Lucys spirit came for him at Lucys bidding, he'd follow. He owed lucy far too much to deny her anything, he still felt...shaky in their bond. It was strong, a piece of him resided within her, his soul had rended to complete hers and it had created a deep and powerful bond….but still, his dragon remained restless, unhappy still over how they had hurt their mate.
So he followed Virgo without question, even when she opened the hidden passageway to the narrow hallway behind the walls to the staircase down into a part of the castle he'd never visited, hadn't known existed. This was near Bickslow and Vanders chambers and he wondered if they knew about it.
Virgo stopped at a heavy door and pushed it open, pushing him through ahead of her, the spirits grip on his arm tight enough he flinched.
He stepped into the room and stood motionless, eyes widening as he took it all in. Here was a bed, a round and elevated, with straps and chains both attached to it and hanging down from the ceiling above it. A cross with leather straps and chains on it, various whips, devices...dear Gods he recognized some of them from his time with the Sudehpah...sex toys...the room smelled faintly of it, it was clean, not a spec of dust even anywhere, but this was…
Standing by an x-frame that was lowered so the base was touching the ground, was Lucy, she wore white leather...barely. A corset that pressed her ample chest up and didn't really cover it, he could see the gorgeous dusty rose nipples, her peaches and cream skin. A tiny white leather thong, white leather thigh high spike heeled boots and leather bracers and she was swinging a whip in her hands, her long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail.
His mouth ran dry, he had a small amount of experience with this sort of thing from his time with the Sudehpah, but only the basics, his mind was tripping over the concept of Lucy looking at him in the predatory way she was.
Then she said something that changed the defiance already rising in him, the resistance, and had his dragon rolling over inside him baring all...
"You promised me…" She said.
He narrowed his eyes, they flashed, more golden than amethyst in an instant, but he bowed his head. "I'll keep my promise." He vowed.
"Yes you will...Now...strip and come here." She said firmly.
Zen raised his head, meeting her eyes, growling but his hands moved, grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging it up and off, dropping it to the ground before undoing his pants and dropping them with his boxer briefs, kicking off his sandals he left his clothes and walked to her, never taking his eyes off hers, satisfied her breath caught more than once as his clothes had fallen away and the scent of arousal was strong on her, her heart beating rapidly even though her eyes stayed cool.
She shouldered her whip and took his arm, pulling him to the x-frame and he growled at it baring his fangs but he turned and laid back on it, letting her strap him to it and secure heavy iron cuffs over his wrists and ankles.
Lucy kept running through it all in her head, trying to keep her thoughts straight, Zen was just...Gods her little thong was soaked the moment he'd tugged his shirt off. When he submitted, walked to her and even growling and baring teeth laidback for her, let her tie him down, she knew what it all meant, he was a dominant male, he never let her ride him even as fun as he agreed it would be, but he was doing this, with no argument.
"You...are mine." She growled at him and he curled hi upper lip back from his sharp teeth, defiance, challenge in his fiery gaze.
"Yours." He agreed in a growl.
"I'm going to take you Zen, own you...use your body...take you, every inch of you, as mine." She purred, leaning over him, her lips barely brushing his as she spoke. A shudder passed through him, his breath hitched and she caught both of those things, and it thrilled her, empowered her, made her eyes narrow and a humming purr surge from her as she trailed her fingers down his hard muscled body, strolling slowly around the x-frame, touching whatever she wanted before reaching the controls for it and elevating the top of the frame some.
Once the x-frame was where she wanted it for the time being, she moved back to stand before him, eyes narrowed and on his.
"You are aware of why this is happening?" She asked firmly, even as she pulled her whip from her shoulder, swinging it slightly once more. When Zen simply nodded, her lips lifted in a silent snarl before her wrist flicked and sent the whip flying with a crack, the tip just barely catching the outside of his thigh. The answering hiss and shift as he fisted his hands had her smirking a bit coldly at him.
"I asked you a question Zen, silent answers will not be accepted, do you understand?"
Gulping hard against the shiver that raced over him at her tone of voice, Zen nodded again, answering quickly. "Yes Lucy."
Walking, no, sauntering closer, her heels clicking loudly through the room, her hips rolling in a way that drew his eye like a moth to a flame, Lucy stopped barely a handspan away, lifting her free hand to grip his hair and draw his head to the side.
"There will be some rules, some guidelines for us. First off is tonight you will call me only by what I am to you, so when answering questions, or begging for something, you will use the word "mate" when addressing me. Second is the rules can change at any time, and I will be the only one to change them. I will let you know if that happens. Third is we'll keep this simple. Green is for being good to continue, yellow will be for needing a moment to breathe, or take a short break, and red is a hard stop. Any time I ask for a color, you tell me the color you're at, followed by mate. Do you understand?" Lucy breathed into his ear, her breath teasing him, goosebumps exploding across his skin.
"Yes mate, I understand." Zen answered with a whimper, biting his lip to keep from full on moaning. His defiance was fighting to surge forward, but his dragon, dear gods his dragon all but smothered that defiance as it rolled over the top of it, exposing its vulnerable underside to Lucy.
"Good." Taking a deep breath in attempt to reign in her own raging libido, Lucy stepped back, eyes on Zens lightly glowing ones. "Now, I have something planned, this will put our bond to use. If at any point you are unable to speak, pulse the bond in some way. Once will be green, twice for yellow, three for red. Understood?"
"Yes mate." Zen growled, shifting slightly against the frame. Being restrained, and seeing Lucy, his blonde haired goddess of a mate dressed in barely there white leather, along with her soft touches, already had him aching and hard, ready to sink deep into her. But he knew he couldn't. What she was doing was as much for her as it was for him, and he'd be damned if he was going to deny her that.
Stalking over to some drawers, she pulled one open to peruse the contents, pulling a couple of the items out. Turning back to him, she was quick to slip behind him, reaching around the frame to fix a strip of cloth over his eyes, dropping the other on the table at the side of them. When she had first been brought to this room, she had had Virgo come out to help with the set up before fetching Zen, and now there were a variety of tools on the table, allowing for Lucy to have a bit of variety while she claimed him. Quickly tying the first piece of cloth over his eyes, she stepped back, and with quick, nimble fingers undid the laces securing her boots, allowing her feet freedom, and the ability to move around on soft feet.
Easing herself back to his front, she eased forward, letting just her presence make him aware of where she was. She watched in fascination as his pulse fluttered rapidly in his throat, bit her lip as she heard his breathing become panting, and saw his nose flare as he took in her scent. The low rumbling growl that escaped him had her aching to press her thighs together and biting back a moan. She knew that he could smell her arousal, knew it was driving his own need higher. Wetting her lips carefully, she slowly raised one hand, and with the barest hint of hesitation, dampened the tip of her finger with her lips before tracing over her mark.
The growls that exploded from him, followed by his instinct driving him to arch towards her had her gasping, taking a quick couple of steps back. A single moan escaped her, causing him to snarl and strain harder to be closer to her. Breathing deeply, she squared her shoulders.
"Enough." She said firmly, calmly, not raising her voice at all. Immediately Zen stilled, falling limp against the frame, panting with teeth bared. "Listen to me very closely Zen. If you can get through this, get through what I will do to you, then the reward you receive will be worth every moment of this. Do you understand?"
Gritting his teeth, and gulping hard, Zen nodded once more, blind but he knew from her scent just where she was in the room. "Yes, mate, I understand. Please, do what you will with me, I'll behave." He panted, letting his head rest back against the frame.
"I'll be the judge of that my love." Lucy said firmly. Once more she edged close to him, going to the table next to him instead. Looking over the tools laid out, she let her fingers trail over each one before settling on the single feather that glowed white against the shine of the other tools. Turning back to him, with feather in hand, she startled trailing its softness over him, dipping it into the dips his muscle made, finding a ticklish spot high on his ribs that had him jerking in response even as he shifted restlessly against the frame. Hissing a breath in between gritted teeth, Zens head turned with Lucy as she moved around him, following her scent.
"Color love?" Lucy asked, pausing at his shoulder, letting her breath blow across his heated skin. She only quirked an eyebrow when she saw his mouth settle into a cocky smirk.
"Green, so very green, super green even." He answered with a purr, lips curling in a smug smile. "Is that all you've got my mate?" He challenged, licking, then biting his lip at her, his face turning until a mere few inches were separating them.
Narrowing her own gaze at him, baring her teeth at him when hearing the obvious amusement and challenge, she stepped back to the table. Running her gaze over the table once more, her eyes fell on a particular piece, and with a grin she picked it up. The cool metal was quick to warm under her touch, and after doing a quick test run along her own arm, she shivered. The blunt, yet still sharp points of this particular tool pricked at the skin in quick succession, and had goosebumps rippling over her flesh.
Smiling slightly, she knew the wartenberg wheel was one she might want to have used on her sometime. For now though, it would be used on Zen, and hopefully have him going nuts in no time. Turning back to him, tucking the tool against her arm, she double checked to make sure that the blindfold was still in place before running her gaze over him, trying to decide where to start. Looking down, she smirked, and with barely a touch, began running the wheel of the tool over the contours of his abs. The answering hiss and groan that escaped him had her giggling slightly, even as she moved it up over his pecs and then over his left shoulder.
After a few minutes of tracing various trails and patterns over him, Lucy stepped back to lightly drag her own nails over his skin, delighting in him shifting more insistently and a growl escaping him. With her whip still draped over her shoulder, she reached back to grab the soft leather flogger on the table, taking another few steps back for plenty of room.
"What color Zen?"
"Green, still very green mate." Zen growled out, rolling in such a way that had Lucy biting back a moan. He could smell her arousal saturating the room, and just barely heard the muffled moan. With a smirk he moved his body once more in a long wave, flexing his muscles. There was definitely no way of mistaking the moan that escaped her that time. Licking his lips, he couldn't help but goad her a bit.
"Come my mate, show me what you've got...I'll be good, I can take it..." The snap of her whip, followed by a sharp sting to his lower thigh had him snarling in desire at her.
"We'll see...if you're good, then I just, might, turn you loose on me...if you're good..." Lucy breathed. Seeing and hearing him suck in a growling breath, she had to rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing ache.
She moved around him, snapping the leather across his hard muscled thighs, seeing faint red marks left behind and the flash of white glistening fangs as Zen bared his teeth and hissed through them. With her other hand she slid her whip around from behind him, pulling it tight over his neck then giving it a jerk so the whip snaked swiftly across his skin, not quite but almost burning. He growled, and she slid the whip across his pecs, right over his nipples and repeated the motion, this time he arched his back into it and she got a real moan out of him with a gasp.
She bit her lip, Gods watching his body respond was driving her half crazy. She was wanting him now badly and let that flow through the bond, let it add to his own blazing desire for her. His chest heaving deliciously, drops of sweat starting to show and she continued her assault on her mates tall body.
"Color Zen?" She asked. He was panting, head tilted back resting on the frame.
"Green...still deep green…" He breathed and Lucy moved back to the table, lifting the small pitcher with its hot contents. Zen stilled as she approached, he could smell what she was bringing and drew a breath with heady anticipation. Lucy climbed the frame then and straddled his hips.
"Now...I start tasting you.." she purred and he hissed when hot melted chocolate dripped onto his skin, almost too hot, hot enough it reddened the skin but didn't burn it, hot enough Lucy could languidly lick it away and then blew softly over the spot making Zen moan again. His chest got a lot of attention from her, she loved it, she was decidedly a chest and ass woman and Zen gave her both, mouthwatering sculpted hard as rock muscle for her to run her eager nails over.
Down his body steadily, Zens breath hitching with every drop from the pitcher, growls and soft rumbling purrs as pain married with pleasure. His abs, his navel, down the delicious ridge of the v leading to his hard erection.
With it she dribbled the hot chocolate on her thumb, gripped him and ran it over the tip making her dragon snarl and thrust involuntarily into her touch with a wanton moan.
"Fu...fuck…" he breathed out tensely and Lucy smiled.
"Color my mate?" She prompted and he was panting heavily, Lucys tongue running over small bits of sweat dampened skin eagerly.
"Ye...Green...it's still fucking green, I can take this…" He growled and she smirked, dripping the hot chocolate around the base of his shaft and he slammed his head back gasping, panting hard as her tongue followed those drops, licking them up his shaft then sucking the chocolate from his rigid flesh.
"Color?" She asked
"Yellow." Zen panted raggedly and Lucy grinned.
"Very well. We'll take a moment." With that she slid off of him, fighting to keep her own legs from trembling, her arousal pulsing heavily through her. Reaching over, she grabbed one of the many bottles of room temperature water, opening it easily with a twist of her wrist. Turning back to Zen, her gaze narrowed over his trembling, panting form, a languid smirk crossing her lips. "Are you thirsty for some water love?" She asked, her tone serious and firm. While she was all for punishing him, she didn't want to cause him anything but pleasurable pain. If he ended up being dehydrated, she wouldn't be enjoy him fully later.
"Y-yes...please mate..." Zens voice rasped, his tongue darting out to moisten slightly dry lips. Smirking slightly, she eased over to him, lifting the bottle to her own lips, making sure to get a good mouthful of the refreshing liquid before putting the bottle back down. Reaching up, she gently tapped his mouth, coaxing him to open his mouth. Once she had, she was quick to tilt his head with a firm hand and seal her own mouth over his, allowing the water to spill into his, a hint of the chocolate teasing his own taste buds. Hearing his moan as he reached with his tongue to tease her lips, she smiled, taking a quick step back.
"Do you need any more Zen?" She watched closely as he hesitated, as if debating if she meant actual need, or simply wanted to be able to taste her again. After a moment he shook his head, refusing the additional drink. "Alright then. What color?"
"G-green..." He answered, hissing when he felt her hand reach down to grip an ass cheek hard, nails digging in painfully.
"Green...what?" Lucy breathed against his ear. He could feel her warm, soft breast pressing against him, her toned torso and ever so long legs rubbing against him, and had to fight the urge to whimper.
"Gr-green...I'm green mate...please...more..." He was having trouble thinking clearly beyond the arousal that was pulsing heavily through him in time to his heart, and the smell of Lucy's arousal that hung heavy in the air. It was teasing him, tempting him like a seductress with a crooked finger calling him to her, and filled him to bursting with every breath he took. He knew in that moment that if he ever had to be away from her for any length of time, it would be torture, Gods what he'd done to her hit him again. He resolved then, firmly, if they had to be apart, and it would have to be a fucking good reason, he would do everything he could to get back to her as soon as possible, or take her with him if it would be for too long.
He could feel her dragging her nails over his skin, her breath fanning warm and soothing over those light scratches even as the rest of his skin exploded in shivers. He needed her, wanted her, she had become his every breath and knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to her for being an idiot before.
"Oh, I'll give you more mate...now comes the real challenge...I'm going to take you, ride you, as hard or as long as I want, taking all the pleasure I can from you...but don't even think of trying to cum before I say that you can. Understand?" Lucy breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Gulping, Zen was quick to nod with a slight whimper. "Y-yes, I understand mate, us me...take me...I'll obey." He agreed readily, shifting to grip the chains above his hands, he had a feeling he was going to need the stability.
Lucy bit her lip stepping back from the frame and removing her little soaked thong then poured chocolate into her mouth, savoring the rich flavor before climbing back onto the frame and bending over Zen. When she tapped his lips he parted them and she bent and plunged her tongue right into his mouth as her lips sealed over his as their tongues slide over each other and Zens moan made Lucys legs weak, she felt herself just soaked and aching for him and she was going to have him, have her utter fill.
Pulling back she smiled faintly when he leaned up to follow her, not wanting to loose the contact and he snarled in frustration when she pulled fully back. A bar came down when she flipped a switch on the side of the frame beneath Zens head and she drew a breath, taking a moment as she stood over him.
Gods his body was incredible, and all hers, and she was free to do all she wanted, he'd let her, had been true to his word so far and she narrowed her eyes, eager to see if he could hold out longer. Setting her feet on the padded footrests on either side of the frame she held the bar that now hung down above Zens head to stabilize herself, noting his hands gripping the chains aboce his wrists and smirking.
That's right big boy, you're going to need to hold on… she thought as she gripped his rigid shaft and slid down, she didn't let him enter her though, instead she slid him right between her soaked folds, biting her lip at how good it felt, at the gasp from Zen, how the muscles of his abdomen and thighs went taut as he struggled to stay still. She ground herself against his erection, soaking it and making herself moan as she undulated her hips and slid his length up and down over her flesh, pressed him right into her sensitive bundle of nerves and groaned.
"Nngh!" Zen was gritting his teeth, head slamming back against the frame, the shot of pain providing just enough clarity to maintain his grip on himself as Lucy used his already throbbing erection to toy with her soaked hot sex.
"Oh Zen...Oh Gods you feel good...does this feel good my mate?" She asked in a breathless moan that had him struggling to breathe.
"Yes...fuck yes...mate…" He breathed out.
She wanted to play more, tease him more, but she was so needy herself, and his muscles were bunching, going taut and releasing, as she played, and his heaving chest, the sight of sweat sliding down over smooth tan skin and black tattoos took her resolve away, mad her need him too much, she ripped the blindfold away so she could see his eyes, she loved those purple and gold eyes, then she lined him up with her entrance.
"Look at me Zen, I want you to watch me take you...own you." She demanded and his eyes opened, more gold than purple in his aroused state, his eyes slid down to where she was poised to take him and when they did, Lucy dropped down hard, taking him in hard and fast until their bodies met.
"Nnngh!...fu...fuck…" Zen hissed while Lucy moaned then she gripped the bar, braced her feet and started riding him.
His eyelids started to drop and she hissed. "Watch me Zen!"
Those gorgeous eyes snapped back up to her and he growled, body moving writhing beneath her as she found her rhythm. With her gripping the bar her breasts bounced freely before him and he was forced to keep his eyes locked on hers because watching her ride his length, watching those large breasts wiggle and bounce as she wantonly pleasured herself on his body would just end him and he'd been ordered to hold himself together, give her all the time she wanted before he let himself go to the pleasure she was building.
Lucy let her own eyes wander freely, drinking in her mates hard body tensing and moving to meet hers, watched a sharp fang dig into his lower lip and those gold and purple eyes narrow, another rumbling delicious growl coming out of him, reverberating through her. She could feel how hard he was working to control himself and was pleased he was obeying her.
So, trusting him, she let herself go, slamming down on him until she was driving his breath from him and he was moaning, whimpering, hips thrusting up to meet her, until she finally came with a long groan, grinding herself into him, letting her sex grip his length and spasm around him, making it do so harder with her movements until she heard the chains groaning, saw blood trickled from where he'd bitten into his lip while she rode out her orgasm on him.
When she was sure her legs would hold her, she flipped another switch and a bar swung down over Zens thighs, she looked at him, leaning down and pressing a long kiss to his lips, kissed along his jaw and nipped his ear.
"Color Zen?" She asked and his eyes narrowed.
"Green, green my mate…more...Gods please give me more..." He breathed and she hummed, coming back to his mouth, kissing him hard, forcing his mouth open so she could plunder it again and he met her tongue with his, growled into the fierce rough kiss.
She turned, facing his feet and gripped the bar and pushed herself up his body until her sex touched his chin and Zen groaned, the sweet scent of her drowning him he strained to press his mouth into her, ran his tongue eagerly through her soaked center and Lucy moaned, pushing back more until his mouth could latch onto her and he eagerly dove in, her lips tongue and teeth getting her going again, driving her need sky high in moments and she contemplated letting him take her over the edge again, Gods he was good with that mouth too, and she eagerly wrapped her lips around his hard member, sucking at it greedily, turned on a little by her own taste saturating him, while precum beaded and she lapped it from his tip before sucking him harder. She would give in to this, Gods it felt so good, but she had other plans, needed to completely take her mate, leave no doubt, anywhere in either of them who he belonged to.
She used the bar and drug herself back down his body, dragging her breasts over his throbbing cock, making it drag through her soaked center again sending shudders all through him and making him hiss. She sank onto him again, facing his feet and bending forward so he got a really good show as she started riding him again. The pained whimpers that occasionally escaped him had her smiling as she again let herself just go, wantonly using his body to pleasure herself all the way to another jarring orgasm.
Hearing Zen curse, feeling his whole body go rigid and his rasping gasps as her body gripped him, tried to milk and orgasm from him so he would fill it with his seed she smiled, sliding from his body, careful to grip the frame well so her wobbly legs didn't send her to the floor.
"Lu..mate...please…" Zen panted and she smiled, watching his body quivering, chest heaving, his need was immense now. Taking up the small remote from beside the frame she walked to the large round elevated bed and climbed onto it, kneeling in the center of it.
"You've done so well...I gotta say sexy, I sure as hell like riding that body...now….come here and give me all you've got...my mate…" She purred out and pressed the button on the remote. The bindings on Zens wrists and ankles slammed open and the big mage lunged from the x-frame with a snarl, Lucys eyes widened as those wings of his snapped out to propel him to her and he tackled her to the bed.
His kiss was fierce, his hands rough and greedy but Lucy loved it, moaning and pressing into him, eagerly spreading her legs when he moved over her and crying out in delight as he rammed into her, fully seating himself inside of her in one rough thrust.
Pure overdriven lust, that was what she had now from him and she loved it, let it consume her through their bond, let the immense need for him drown her and soak into every part of her body until all she knew was the pleasure of his body driving into and against hers. Her eyes glowed gold again, magic flaring inside both of them. He felt it, and so did she, magic coming right up through the island into them, into her.
"Galasfriel...you..are mine." Lucy breathed as her hand on his left hip lit and Zen threw his head back, body bucking into hers wildly, the power of it throwing her over the edge and her vision swam into a golden haze as she gripped his hip harder, holding him hard against her, buried deep within her, every part of his body went taut, every muscle tensed as he came, as burning pain shot through him from where Lucy gripped his hip, pain swirling with the pleasure of his release.
Golden magic swirled through and around them as it had the first time they had been together, when the had mated and his soul had been torn, part of it placed within her. Now he felt her, Celestial magic, the purest he'd ever felt, not laced with Dragon Magic like his, burning through him, into him for moments neither could move, bodies riding waves of pleasure and in Zens case pain until it finally began to ebb.
Both lay gasping in ragged breaths as Zen shifted his weight, drawing his arms up so he could take some of himself onto his forearms and Lucy could breathe easier, he nuzzled into her neck, his soft rumble making her smile as her hands slid down his back to grip his ass and made him chuckle.
"What...was that…" He breathed finally. Rolling from her to his side Lucy pulled her hand away from Zens hip, shifting to look down and her eyes widened, glowing softly on his hip was the constellation Andromeda. The stars perfectly placed, runes among them written in a celestial text she knew well, proclaiming love, eternal love. Zen shifted to his back and looked at it, pushing himself up on his elbows beneath her, pressing a kiss to her temple before his eyes went to the spot that had pumped so much pain through him.
"The constellation Andromeda…" he said softly, then looked at her, met her wide eyes. "You called me Galasfriel…" He said quietly. One of his hands came up to slide over her face, cup her cheek and bring her lips to his.
"I...the island.." She breathed and Zen smiled.
"Its magic went into you, I felt it...you used it to do this…" He said, nodding toward the mark on his hip. She hugged him then, kissing him again.
"Mine...you're all mine…" She said smiling.
He couldn't resist that smile, kissing her back. "I always have been Lucy...always will be…"
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Another morning led into another wonderful breakfast, Lucy smiling over at Zen, gripping his thigh under the table, trying to get her hand up higher and him grabbing her hand and giving her a sharp look that had nothing but amusement in it in spite of his best efforts.
"So what are the plans for today?" Arman asked, smiling at his children. He was thoroughly enjoying this, Lucy made his son so very happy, and it was clear Zen did the same for her.
He'd never seen Farron smile as much as he did since Wendy had claimed him, all of his children were doing so well.
"I'm going to take Lucy to Angeal Reata...to the house." Zen announced and Arman smiled. He'd expected Zen would be doing that soon, had gotten the house readied when Zen had let him know he and Lucy were on their way, it was now staffed, dust covers pulled from all the furniture, cleaned from top to bottom and well stocked to accommodate its owner and his mate.
"There are new flowers…" Arman smiled.
Lucys eyes widened, her breath stalling. One of the things she had found fascinating and so amazingly romantic about the islands and the royal family was their flowers, associated with those bound to the island. How Levy had inspired orange lillies on Anam, Gajeel Black Roses. She had seen the bright pink flowers Wendy had added to Archipelago, the same color as her eyes when she was in Dragon Force.
She had loved the purple and gold roses of Angeal Reata, that she knew now reflected Zen himself, his mesmerizing eyes. Was Angeal Reata already accepting her?!
Zen was willing to fly them, and Lucy meant to have him carry her around some that way, because it was thrilling, but she happened to very much be enjoying walking with him, hand in hand, stealing a few kisses while they waited for the train and then cuddling against him as they rode to the island.
"I...I always wanted to do this...I used to dream about being with someone, just the simple things we would do together…" She admitted and Zen tightened his arms around her nuzzling into her neck.
"I'm loving every minute." He told her and she grinned.
When they stepped off the train at Angeal Reata they were warmly greeted. "Prince Zen, I am Killian, the caretaker assigned to your home here, I can call a carriage to take you and your fiance to the estate if you need." A short older man with bright blue eyes offered.
"No, not today thank you, we're going to walk and enjoy the island today." Zen replied and the man grinned, bowing.
"Very well your highness, please contact me if you need anything at all, I am at your service." He offered. Zen took Lucys hand and she fell in beside him heading for the gardens, for a specific place in the gardens too.
When they reached the gate Zen bent and gave hushed orders to the head gardener who smiled knowingly at his prince.
"Everyone out...his majesty and his fiance wish to have the gardens to themselves!" He called and Zen held a blushing Lucy beside him as the gardeners all filtered out and past them, smiling at them as they went.
Grinning, Zen pulled her through the gates and closed them, waving a hand over them and she heard them lock, saw a flash of gold travel through the fence out of sight. He turned and smirked at her. "Sealed...nobody can come in until we're done." He said in a low voice that made her squirm, heat flooding her viens but he took her hand and led her down the path through the hedges and into the main garden, straight to his fountain.
She pulled her hand from his, eyes widening as she finally saw them, intermixed with the deep purple roses with gold edged petals were vivid roses of pure gold, several hues of it glittered in each petal, like Lucys hair. She reached out, running her finger over a velvety flower in reverence...the island had already claimed her, accepted her as part of it and part of Zen.
"They're almost as beautiful as you." Zen said softly behind her and she spun, lunging into his arms,kissing him hungrily. He growled as she bit his lower lip, lifting her from her feet and she wrapped her legs around him, her arms circling his neck, fingers burying in his hair.
"On the fountain...please…" she begged and he carried her to it, set her on the edge and she frantically was yanking at the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off over his head and tossed it to the grass impatiently while she yanked open the front of his shorts and he pulled her halter top open, pushing her bra down and tipping his head so his lips sealed over the already firm peak of a breast.
Lucy gasped, trying to stay focused on getting into his shorts, finally getting the button and zipper out of the way and shoving them down, she'd loved they were a little snug until now. But she got them far enough down his hard erection came free into her hand and she wrapped her fingers around him eagerly making him hiss and growl at her, thrills traveling through her body at the sound.
She wanted this so bad, she'd dreamed of it so many times. "Wings.." she gasped as his hand slid between her legs, teasing her already drenched center.
He shrugged his shoulders, the long black wings unfolding and shading them from the sun, stirring the air gently around them as his mouth plundered her chest, collar, neck and finally her lips, his hips jerking forward thrusting him into her hand reflexively as she stroked his length.
"Lucy…" He groaned out as she rubbed herself against him, his hands gripped her rear, fingers digging into the firm cheeks.
"Zen...I need this...I need you…" She panted, guiding the head of him to her entrance and trying to press herself into him but he growled, pulling back a little, ignoring her whimper then thrusting forward while he pulled her into him, burying himself inside of her in one swift bone jarring thrust that stole her breath in a rush, had her gasping it back in when he repeated it.
She grasped at his shoulders, finally switching to gripping his waist, tilting her head back and driving herself against him for all she was worth, it was rough, hard, powerful and exactly what she wanted, needed, living out her dreams with the man who had been in them for so long.
Zen pulled her closer to the edge and she arched her back into him, her breasts sliding against his bare chest, the sensation making him snarl and lunge in to scrape sharp teeth over her shoulder.
"My mate…" he growled and Lucy felt it all, his love, their bond, deeper than ever, his lips sealed to the silken skin of her neck as he drove into her body hungrily. He didn't waste time, they were out in the open under the bright sun, and airships flew over this area sometimes so he drove into her relentlessly and Lucy gripped his shoulders, leaning back and letting him drive her to her end swiftly, crying out as she felt him come with her, heated seed filling her.
Zen sagged, pulling Lucy with him he fell back from the fountain to his back his wings cushioning the fall. They lay panting, chests heaving for several minutes until she pushed into him, kissing him hard, hands grasping his face and holding him so she could just ravish his mouth and he moaned, letting her, falling back to the grass while she moved over him.
"You're mine." She growled at him and he smiled, accepting her harsh kisses with no resistance.
"Completely…" He breathed.
She straddled him then, grasping his hardening member and sinking herself down on it as he stretched his head back.
"Lucy...sweet Gods…" He groaned. His fingers slid up her thighs and she smiled bracing herself against his hard abs and riding his length up and down lustily, swirling her hips and grinding into him as she came down.
Zen gripped her thighs, baring his teeth as she took him, his dragon wasn't entirely pleased about their position, but his mates deep pleasure kept it mostly quiet, allowing him to enjoy it. After a few minutes though Lucy was gritting her teeth, she couldn't get him deep enough, couldn't bring him into her hard enough to bring herself to her end or force him to his, she didn't have enough leverage.
Feeling her falter Zen pulled her down against his chest and moved, keeping himself inside of her he sat up and folded his legs under himself, his wings snapped out, moving, making him thrust into her before they folded around the couple and Lucy reached past Zens shoulders, gripping the base of his wings and smirked...leverage.
Zen gasped, head flying back as she thrust against him, ground their hips together and he growled, lunging in and nipping her earlobe, hands on her hips, driving hard into her and making her mewl.
"Gods...I'll never...get...enough of you!" He gasped out as he pumped into her rapidly, watched her ample breasts bounce as they slammed against each other.
"More!...ah!...Zen!" She cried and he griped her hard enough to leave bruises, slamming into her harder until finally she came. "Zen!" she screamed out and he was ripped over the edge with her, groaning out her name as he released, his length pulsing inside of her spasming channel until they collapsed again to the soft grass.
"I love you Lucy…" He breathed, stroking her hair, laying on his side beside her pulling her firmly against him. Her eyes widened...two weeks, they had been together for two weeks...but looking at him...into those deep sunset colored eyes…
"I love you too…" She smiled, and meant it, with all she was she meant it.