Well hello there, welcome to chapter 4 part2! ENJOY!
Chapter 4: Part 2
It was done. Levy had confessed. She had told Laxus exactly what he had wanted to hear.
And now Laxus' horse was saddled, his lance and sword sharpened and shield reinforced. He was off to slay a Dragon. He was the only man to have not only survived the Black Forest and lived to tell the tale, but also survived an encounter with a great and powerful Dragon and come out with but a little scar on his face; and thousands on his soul. The dappled grey stallion pranced in place and ignored his handlers' attempts to calm him. He would listen for only one man. The horse knew what battle armor meant and he was excited, ready to charge into the fray of the fight with hoof and tooth flashing and striking at the enemy while his rider did the same. Chomping at the bit the horse tossed his great head and bugled loud and clear, signaling his readiness, as if his actions hadn't. His black tipped ears flicked to across the courtyard where a figure strode.
Dressed in white gold armor and carrying his helmet stepped Laxus. He too was dressed for battle in the lightweight but durable armor which glinted in the morning sunlight as the fire burned in his crystal blue eyes. He was ready. Stepping to his mount, who instantly quieted under his master's hand, Laxus grabbed rein and swung up. Once seated he dawned his helmet and grabbed the offered lance. Shield fitted to his opposite arm he spurred his stallion to a canter, loping across the courtyard and out the gaits towards the mass of the Black Forest.
He would not be gone long.
Levy watched from the library window as a horse and rider came into view on the road from the north east. Laxus was back. And by the horse's pace, he was not in a good mood.
Didn't find him did you? Levy sneered in her mind. Good! I told you what you wanted to here, not the truth. Better luck next time! And with that she returned to her book. The Dragon was safe, for now.
Dismounting, Laxus tossed his broken lance to the ground, causing the stable boys to jump and scurry about grabbing his horse and the remains of the Prince's weapon. The Prince in question was stalking away, moving in and out of the torch light as he moved towards the castle's main gate. It was well passed dark when he had made it out of the Black Forest. Though he hadn't the slightest idea what time it had been as the reason it was called the Black Forest. The trees were so thick you could not see the sun nor stars. It was a land cast in eternal darkness that no light could penetrate through.
Bursting through the Castle doors a single word fell from his mouth, "BIXLOW!" Stalking through the castle, the Prince began disrobing himself of his armor, barking at a page to clean it and make sure it was all back in his chambers in one hour. As he stalked though the lower sections of the Castle he cursed out loud, "Damn woman! A Cave in the earth in the Black Forest? That's all? What utter nonsense. What would a Dragon do with some hole in the ground anyway? I swear if I ever get my hands on that Dragon she'll be next!" Finally he reached the room he was looking for. It was the armory where one Knight in particular was known to inhabit the majority of the time.
Bixlow, the Black Knight, was one of the few Knights still loyal to Laxus after his dethronement. There were others, but Bixlow was by far the greatest. The man in question sat straddling a bench, a black hilted sword in one hand and a sharpening rock in the other. With long, careful, and masterful strokes the Knight drew the stone across the blade the ringing of it filling the armory.
"Bixlow. I need you."
The man sighed and set the sword down carefully before him, casually tossing the stone to the side as he stretched and let out a few groans, "What is it this time, my lord?" The dual-haired man asked, the black face tattoo standing out against his flesh in the dim light like a splatter of blood against the snow.
"I need patrols, all along the Black Forest, from one end to the other. And I need them now!"
"The Black Forest? What in the name of the Gods do you want in there? Don't'cha remember what happened last time?" Bixlow drawled lazily. He was very much accustomed to the Prince's harsh mannerisms.
"Never you mind that, do as ye' be told! I want patrols and reports every hour of any sing of movement, anything unusual, anything at all!"
Scratching his chin with a finger the Knight looked suspiciously at his master, "Yer' not on about that Dragon again are ya'?"
"For Gods sake man, why can't you do as told without asking questions? Just do it. So what if I'm after that Dragon, I want his head!" Laxus was pacing now before the Black Knight, in his tunic and pants tucked into his black riding boots. His scar flashed when it caught the dim light, just as his eyes glinted in that evil way they did. Bixlow shuddered, he had good reason to fear this man, even if they were something like friends, as friendly as anyone could get to the Prince. Besides Lady Mira that was.
"Ok, ok! Ya' don't have to shout. My hearing aint going yet." Bixlow sighed again as he stood and stretched once more, "How many soldiers will it take, do ya' think?"
Turning to face the man Laxus sneered evilly, "I don't care. 50, 100, 300, what ever it takes to cover that border. Get every man still loyal or to afraid to speak against me, and keep it quiet, we don't need anyone poking around."
"Got it boss." And with that the Kinght strode off in his easy lope.
Alone in the armory, Laxus looked to the sharpened black sword as an idea came to mind, "Bixlow!" he bellowed, not sparing a glance over his shoulder to see if the man had heard nor returned to him he continued after a slight pause, "Bring me Cobra." Laxus picked up the black blade and turned it round in his hand, testing the weight and flow of it. He took a few practice swings then stabbed it forward as if finishing off an opponent, "I have a job for him…"
And so it was that a special and secret patrol was established of those men still loyal to Laxus around the boarder of the Black Forest. And one night the Dragon was spotted leaving the Forest, only to circle the small line of soldiers and return to the Forest. Laxus was ecstatic. He had been right, the Princess and Dragon were in cahoots! Now all he needed was to catch them in the act… But that would be hard he was sure of it. So an idea had come to him.
Sitting in the lavish parlor that was attached to his sleeping chambers, he looked up as there was a knock at the door, "Enter." He barked.
The door swung open and then shut after a man entered and stood at attention, "You called for me, Sire?" His voice was smooth and alluring, almost a purr, but not quite. Something that made the ladies swoon at the simplest of words. He was dressed in burgundy and white attire, showing his riches in the silk of his clothing and the tailored fit of the garments he wore. His polished black boots showed he was a soldier, but the dress of him stated something like a Duke or Earl, someone of the higher end of the Royal Court. He had bushy dark red hair and a long scar over one eye, much the same as his master the Prince.
Laxus chuckled, "'My lord' will do just fine, I am not King yet."
"My Lord." The man bowed playfully causing the Prince to chuckle again. "How may I be of service to you?"
"I have a task for you, I want you to keep a close eye on our dear little Princess. I want to know where she goes, what she does and most importantly who she is with."
"My lord?"
"Ah, yes, I believe she and our friendly neighborhood Dragon are connected somehow and all I need is the right form of proof. Thus why I called you. I figured you would be the best man for the job."
"Your confidence in me shall not go without reward. I shall do as thy ask for the rest of my days. You know I owe you my life."
"Do not fail me. Cobra." Cobra bowed and turned on his heel to leave when the Prince's voice caused him to look back with his good eye, "One more thing before you go. When the time is right, do tell the princess hello for me?"
It was said that, like his name sake, Cobra could hear a pin drop in a crowded room full of loud drunk men simply by the vibrations it gave off as it fell through the air. It was this reason that Laxus had picked him for the job. No matter how quiet the Princess was about something, Cobra could hear it. He was the perfect man for the job. For some days Cobra tailed the Princess without being caught, and each day he reported to Laxus at the close of the day when the Princess returned to her rooms. It was not long, however, until the Princess figured out that she was being followed. What with her misfortune and adventures of late it was of no surprise that the King would assign a personal escort where ever she wondered, and not tell her to boot. Even if she was stuck to the confines of the Castle and its grounds, what with her luck something would happen to her even there inside the walls of protection. When Cobra noticed she was aware of his presence he left for Laxus's orders, which were to keep on her and pretend that he simply didn't exist.
And so it was, now, that Cobra accompanied the Princess where ever she wondered. Not has a friend, more of a chaperone, a watchful judgmental eye. Neither acknowledged the other's existence while both kept eyes on the other. Levy remembered Cana's warning about a "great evil." For Cobra was the exact man she had seen in the flames that afternoon in the Gypsy's tent. Now she was constantly warry of the man at her heels. There was one thing in particular the annoyed Levy to no end. Cobra was more like a snake than in just his name or hearing, but he never blinked. Like a snake he stared, seemingly forever, without blinking. It was unnerving for her and her companions when she had them. There was only one place safe from the unwavering snake like eyes of The Cobra. Levy's personal chambers. There at least she was free of his constant staring. For if he had it his way, he would watch her all night. And true to his job, he took to sleeping in the room just across the hall of her own room, so that he might be able to jump into action if the situation arose.
Levy put on a good cover for when the Snake Man was around, but she did find it truly taxing to always be on edge. Her stress level was rising, what with being stared at all the time, the constant unwanted and unwelcome companionship, and the lack of time spent with one Dragon Man, and all, in addition to the continuous royal duties of a Princess. Attending balls, council meetings, keeping up good relations with other cities and nations, hearing the public speak, managing economic and trade flows and the like. The King's health was another thing, he had not been improving, in fact he seemed to be getting worse as the days wore on. All of this simply lead her desire for some room to stretch and breathe some. Yet, the Dragon did not come for her for some time. Several nights past, then several more, and still the Dragon kept to his mountain. It left Levy longing for the cool spring breeze on her face and through her hair, taste the wind on her tongue, feel the uplifting drafts as she and the Dragon soared over the land far below, of the views of the dark landscape and of the skyscape above them as he flew. She wanted to be freed from her tower, not by some prince, who was in fact the person who had caged her truly, but by a Dragon. She missed his cave and the warmth and smell of the fire, the shadows it made on the cavern walls and the crackle of the freely burning flames. Sure she could lite a fire in her own chambers at any time, but it wasn't quite the same as Gajeel's open fire.
Levy wanted to be freed from her cage, and soon too, or she just might go insane. For the past fortnight she had found herself on her balcony looking to the Black Forest, looking for the Dragon, for any sign that he might be coming to her aid. She missed their late night conversations and learning about Dragons and their history. She missed the warmth the Dragon offered her and the way his arms would encircle her and pull her close to his chest. She stopped in her musing – once again out on her balcony – sitting and waiting for the Dragon she knew wasn't coming for her that night, blushing at the thought of having his naked body so near to her.
True it wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, but it had been so long since their last meeting that she wondered if she could pluck up the courage, the courage to be close to the man she had such strong feelings for. They were more than just friends, they had always been more, but she wouldn't go so far as to call them lovers. Not yet anyway. The though made her heart ache, and thud loudly against her ribs as two emotions clashed against each other in her mind. One a pang of loneliness and a forlorn feeling that the Dragon did not like her that way, and one the exact opposite, that maybe he did. It was something to talk about, that much was clear. Where they stood and how each felt.
On the other side of the Black Forest, the Dragon too looked longingly out of his cave towards where the Princess was. It had been so hard, for the Dragon to go and visit her, what with the extra guards and patrols, always knowing where the Dragon was and where he was going it seemed. It was not easy giving the guards the slip so that he could visit the princess. And what if he was caught? Then what? Was he off to steal her away for the Knights to come and save her? What of the treaty he held with the current King? No, he was stuck where he was, and it killed him to do so. For he too missed the princess in his arms and close to his body. The way she fit perfectly in his lap and how easy it was for him to slip an arm around her small frame. He missed her smell and all the wonderful addicting things it did to him.
Both knew not that the night for them to reconnect was fast approaching.
It was one night in particular, that the spring rains made the night skies much darker than the usual, and so the Dragon was able to flit just over the heads of the unsuspecting guards and alight silently on the Princesses' balcony. With a flick of his wings to rid themselves of the extra water before entering her room; when the balcony doors flew open with a crash just as the thunder rolled behind him. Levy dashed to the Dragon's side, huddling close to the monster of a man she looked pleadingly up at him, turning her greatest weapon to full blast instantly. Taken aback from the bursting of the doors he straightened from his defensive crouch and made the mistake of looking down at her. Now caught in her snare he felt uncomfortable with her large honey-doe eyes looking pleadingly up at him. It took all his strength to raise a studded brow to ask the question his mouth could not form.
"Gajeel! I'm so glad you came! I've missed you terribly!" And she hugged him around the middle. Still somewhat unsure of what to do, he awkwardly patted her on the shoulder with one large clawed hand. Her next words caught him off guard.
"Gajeel. Oh, please Gajeel!" her voice was soft and as heavy as the night air around them laden with water, "I cannot take it any longer! Please Gajeel!"
The Dragon couldn't believe his ears. What was she pleading about? Instantly his mind responded with his true fantasy. One in which he comes to her room one night and takes her in his arms, where she pleads much as she was then for him to take her away, far away where they could be together forever and never have to worry about hiding again. And now here she was saying the exact words he was so longing to hear, could this really be happening?
"Gajeel, I can't stay here any longer, please take me away! I can't be in this castle any longer! Not where I'm escorted everywhere and under constant watch by that horrid man and his spies! Please oh please Gajeel take me away from here, even if it is only for a night! Please do it, tell me you will?"
He nodded dumbly and wrapped her in his arms just had he had dreamed of for some time now and she wrapped hers around his neck as he hoisted her up. With a single kick he was air borne and twisting back the way he had come, back to his cave in the Black Forest where they could truly be alone. He raced to the shelter of his cavern, trying his hardest to keep her dry and sheltered form the rain and wind. It was a cold rain for the warmth of the days past and the last thing he needed was her getting sick because of him inability to protect her from something as simple as the rain. The thunder at his back he flew onward, skimming the tree tops and rocks that was the mountain until he alighted on the ledge outside of his home.
It was not until they were inside that he let her go and looked down at her. He had done a terrible job of keeping the rain off her and he told her so. But she just laughed and hugged the Dragon once more. Bemused at her behavior he brought them to the fire so that she might dry, the Princess standing barefoot on the Dragon's scaled feet and he walking them over to the warmth of the flames where she dismounted and stepped closer to warm herself. He watched her for a moment before she caught him staring, to which he turned away and made to put another monstrous sized log on the fire. Once again returning to her side he place a larg hand on her head and ruffled her hair with a "Gihihi!" and a playful dodge at her swatting his hand away with a giggle.
"Yer' all wet Shrimp."
"So are you silly Dragon."
"Aye, but I'll dry faster than ye' as I ain't wearin' no clothes." She blushed at his comment and took a few steps closer to the fire, "I'll dry well enough if I'm close to the fire like this. And you are too wearing clothes, well what's left of them… I dare say you are but dressed in rags!"
"Oi! Don' go harpin' on my sense of fashion, I ain't got no one ta' make clothes fer me no-ways, not like yer' human clothes would even work."
"Hmm, I suppose that's true, but the point stands that you are in fact still clothed. Therefore your statement is invalid." Feeling triumphant in her statements she looked to the Dragon to see his reaction. However, it was not what she was expecting. He was grinning at her, so that she could see nearly all of his sharpened white teeth. "What, are you up too Dragon?"
"Gihihi, ya' better move yer' tush Princess, or the big bad Dragon'll get ya'!" and he lunged for her.
With a shriek she bolted as he closed his arms around the spot she had just been and dashed after her. The two went round and round the fire and all over the cavern, the Dragon obviously holding back so that the game would last longer. Finally with a double fake he pinned her back against his mass of furs and slowly advanced on her. Breathless form running, laughing and squealing, Levy had nowhere to run to. Suddenly she caught her breath as the Dragon pounced, cat-like, straight for her.
With a squeak worthy of any mouse, she tumbled backwards onto the mass of furs that had been at her back where he had cornered her and the dragon followed her down, pinning her there with a hand on either side of her face. They stared at each other for a long moment, catching their breath coming down form the high of the chase, grinning like fools at the other and laughing. Levy lay beneath the Dragon with her arms at her side, the Dragon on all fours above her. It was quite the compromising position, but they were alone, which made the Princess flush, if anyone were to see her in this position, and with a Dragon of all creatures… She was brought out of her musings by his deep voice.
"Shirmp. Yer' gonna catch cold if yer' in these wet clothes much longer." His voice had dropped a few octaves and made her shiver. He smirked at the action, as if it solidified his statement.
"I'm alright really, I'll-"
"Le'mme help 'ere…"
"Gajeel!" She quickly covered her chest as one of his hands reached for the strings of her bodice. Eyes wide she gazed up at him from the bed of furs. She silently conveyed her unease, but his big hand moved to her face and cupped her cheek. He was warm and surprisingly soft and she couldn't help but nuzzle into his warmth after a moment for it had been far too long since he had held her close. And again she was reminded of the underside of a snake's belly, the warm, smooth and soft scaly sensation oddly pleasing to the touch. He gave her a confident, yet soft smile and shifted his weight to his forearm, lowering himself closer to her and using his other hand to gently move her wrists from her chest. Slowly she allowed him to place her arms at her side once again. With ease, as if he had done it a thousand times before, the Dragon untied the corset of her bodice and pulled it down her body to rest at her hips.
Levy could hear every breath like the thunder in her ears, the beat of her heart like the drums of war beating in her chest. This was beyond two friends messing around, this was something much more… intimate. And then his finger ghosted over her flesh along the top of her dress top, feeling her smooth milky-white skin under his impossibly warm and soft finger pads, his claws tickling just above. The feeling made her eyes flutter and her to take in a sharp breath, which in turn caused the Dragon to perk up at the soft moan that escaped her pursed pink lips. He was captured by those soft looking, moist, perfect, pink lips, and was overcome by the desire to kiss her. And so he did.
Softly at first, then boldly when he felt her relax into his grip and kiss back. It was like her permission to move forward. So he rolled slightly to lay on his side beside her and have easier access to her body. Levy made to follow but a warm hand on her cool skin pushing her back into the furs kept her in place. Still while capturing her lips in his, he slid his palm over her shoulder, down her arm to where her dress sat, and curled his talons under the damp fabric and eased it down her arm, which she allowed – even bending and raising her arm to free herself of the garment on that side. With ease Gajeel did the same to the other arm, all the while holding her mouth to his. Once the cloth was freed he broke their kiss, both gasping for air as he arched his neck and slid light airy kisses down her neck, from ear to collar bone, drinking in her gasps and moans. Her hands finally raised from her sides and gripped his biceps and shoulder, her gentle grip was strong but not painful. Slowly the Dragon worked his tongue back up her neck and nuzzled into the hair just next to her ear. Levy pressed her cheek to his and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her hands into his thick mane and holding him close.
They stayed that way for a moment or two, just relishing being in the other's arms before Gajeel pulled away slightly and held her at arms-length looking down his studded nose at her. Gazes met and held, one ruby red, one golden brown. The back of his fingers brushed lightly against the skin of her chest just above the slight curve of her breasts, causing her face to flush once again, deeper this time from lack of air more than embarrassment. Laying himself onto his elbow the Dragon reached over the little Princess and grabbed something, pulling it back next to her. It was softer than the other furs they lay on and levy rolled her head to see what it was. She smiled at the pelt of the Saber-tooth Snow Lion and closed her eyes as the Dragon trailed his nose and light kisses down her neck from her ear to her shoulder and down to her chest where his fingers suddenly gripped the fabric of her dress top and yanked it down to the corset at her waist. Levy gasped as the cool air hit her wet breasts and stomach.
Suddenly very bashful she grabbed handfuls of the Snow Lion pelt and pulled it over her body to cover herself. With a chuckle in the back of his chest, the Dragon rose back to his knees and looked down at the little woman before him. Her face was flushed red but her eyes were soft and warm. He reached down and pulled the wet clothing from the rest of her body allowing her to cover herself with the pelt as he striped her naked. Standing from the bed he moved to the stack of firewood by the far side wall, and taking two logs, set her dress on them next to the fire so that they may dry. Tossing her a playful grin, a mischievous glint in his ruby eyes, the Dragon suddenly removed his own torn shorts and tossed them carelessly next to the Princesses. Horrified, Levy slapped her hands over her eyes.
"Oi, Shrimp, what's the matter?" He grunted, a tinkle of amusement in his voice. Stepping back to her side he peered down at her, leaning over her and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Squeaking, Levy turned away from his touch, her fingers tightening over her eyes, "Gaaajeeeeeelll! What are you doing!?"
"Oh come off it." he chuckled.
Slowly she peaked through her fingers at him, her large honey-doe eyes staring at him, "Y-y-you're… Naked!"
He blinked at her. Then raised his eyebrows slowly, "So?"
Her squeal was all the answer he needed. Chuckling, he climbed on to the furs beside her and sitting cross legged, wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his lap, making sure that the Snow Lions' pelt was between their bodies. She protested but became very still when he set her down. Sure she had sat in the Dragon's lap a few times, but this was different. They were both naked! The only thing that separated his body from hers was a fur pelt! This was wrong on so many levels, Levy didn't know where to begin. She was the Princess of Fiore, she was held to a certain standard of behavior, and sitting in the lap of some man – beast for that's what he was – she only recently met, was more than frowned upon. Topping it off, they were both naked! Another thing that was not only not allowed, but strictly forbidden for a woman of her status.
Feeling the racing speed of her heart the Dragon lowered he nose to her shoulder and raised his hands to the small of her back and shoulder blade, drawing small circles soothingly. Sure, he knew he was pushing many a royal boundary, several actually. But that really didn't matter to him much. He had always done what he'd wanted, and that wasn't going to change even with the Shrimp in his life. For he so wished that she would stay a part of his life forever, or as long as her natural lifespan would allow. Yes, it was impractical, their little game, but oh so fun, and he was a Dragon after all.
The two sat in silence for long moments, slowly relaxing to the other's presences and positioning. The Dragon sat with his back to the fire and Levy in his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, her face buried into the pelt at his chest, her little hands gripping it firmly. He had one arm draped loosely around her small frame the other still fingering small patterns on her should blade. His massive wings drooped in a relaxed position around them, acting almost as a shield of the fires light and heat. Being in the Dragon's arms and lap, Levy was physically very comfortable, warm and secure. But she was still fighting with her inner Princess.
Levy had discovered the more time she spent with the Dragon, the more she could grip the hand of freedom. She loved the feeling of slipping through the air when they flew together, or the feel of his warm scaled body beneath her palm. With securities being tightened around the castle, and her under constant watch from Cobra, she felt as if she had no freedom. But Gajeel was there to grant her that wish. With him she didn't have to be a Princess, she had no responsibilities, to status, no proper way of acting or politically correct things to say. There was no filter on what to say or how to act. Everything was freedom with the Dragon. So why not take it a step further? She balked at the question in her own mind. How far was too far? What if we go too far? Then what? I am a Princess of Fiore, I have a duty to uphold…. She thought, But when I'm with Gajeel, all of that goes out the window and I have no responsibilities or worries. I can be myself! We can do whatever we want too…. Whatever we want too?... Anything. Anything at all…
With Gajeel she wasn't Princess Levy. She was just Levy. Something she had wanted for so many years. She remembered the frustration she had felt when waiting for Lucy to return for the city. Frustration at not being able to follow her heart and choose someone to marry that loved her for her and not her title. Now before her was someone, the one, who was offering, willing, and able to treat her as she wanted a man too, not as a princess, but his princess. Her special someone which was hidden from the world in a cave on the mountain side. Here she could be whatever she wanted to be, be it Dragon's lover or Princess of Fiore or just Levy. Here was freedom, literally right before her, surrounding her. Freedom of the utmost kind. And she was going to take it all.
Slowly she pulled away from the Dragon and met his gaze, holding it for a moment before leaning in and kissing him soundly. Gajeel responded instantly and kissed her back with equal vigor. Levy opened her mouth and allowed Gajeel to explore something new. An advantage he took greedily. Cupping her cheek he turned his head, getting at a better angle. Levy's hands slipped up to the mass of black hair that was his mane and took it in fistfuls, pulling her fingers through it roughly, causing the Dragon to rumble in his chest. They broke apart for air for a split second then were back at it, harder and faster this time, his greed and her need fueling their fire.
Using his weight, Gajeel eased her back and down to the furs, straddling her once again and baring the majority of the weight of his hulking frame on his forearms over her. They spent several minutes kissing the other just like this. Her hands eventually migrated to his face and held him to her, not that he minded. Using his tail as balance, he rocked back onto his knees and stroked her arms with his large scaled hands. Slowly edging closer to the pelt that still separated them from the waist down. He needed to feel her body beneath him, moving and squirming under his weight, touching him toughing her, feeling her muscles contract as he pleasured her. Hear her gasps and moaning his name. His teeth bared as images flashed in his mind's eye and he moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking and licking and kissing his way down.
He quickly found a rhythm of licking in long strokes up her neck and nibbling his way back down, causing her to moan out his name as he so desired. The two naturally fell into a rhythm of rising and falling to meet the other in the middle. He needed to feel the movement of her body to his and his body meeting hers, to taste her pulse as it raced through her neck. He heard the way his name fell from her swollen lips as a gasp when he nipped a little too hard, or sucked just that right spot where her shoulder and neck met. He needed her hands in his hair, tugging and pulling on him, encouraging him for more. He loved the thrill and desire racing through his own veins and he could all be taste it in hers. It was driving him mad and he loved it.
For Levy it was much the same. The Dragon was slowly consuming her very being, igniting a fire in her soul that was burning her from where his lips met her skin. A fire that was scorching her heart. It was so wonderful, the way he caressed her, the softness in his touches. He was so much larger than her, and a Dragon for the sake of the Gods, that this softness was surprising to say the least. His touches, his kisses, the way her body seemed to fit with his, the way they moved together and for each other. Everything about him and that was him was all she wanted.
But at the same time, there was that little voice in the back of her mind telling her that this was wrong. That this was too much and too far. Kissing the Dragon was one thing, but this was so much more. They were practically breaking the Golden Law – that a Prince or Princess be a virgin on the day of his or her wedding day and night. They were both naked and kissing so passionately and full-bodily, something could go wrong… it wasn't that she wasn't enjoying the Dragons ministrations, but that her Royal Mind was not at ease.
She gasped as his teeth grazed her throat just under her jaw, his face pushing her head back and causing her body to arch up to him. She gripped his massive biceps for support as he half lifter her from the furs and a warm scaly had pressed into the small of her back pressing her too him. His name fell like sin from her lips, as it was sin that they were creating there upon his bed of furs. The Dragon and the Princess, the Damned and the Sinner, the Devil and his Angel.
Outside the cave the wind howled and cried. The soft rain that had been falling was no more, now heavy sheets of rain poured from the heavens, pelting the earth like bullets, roaring like lions and fast as a viper strike. The wind whipped and whorled over the hunting planes and cried and moaned through the trees of the Black Forest, racing up the mountain side to the small opening that was the Dragons Layer. Through the opening like a bullet from a gun it shot through the hair pin curve that prevented light from entering the cavern and burst into the room within with all the force that the wind was. The fire flickered from the air movement and the Dragon's and Princesses hair ruffled as they connected time and time again.
The breeze seemed to awaken something in the Princess for her eyes flew open at the sudden chill of it raking its fingers over her exposed body. Or was that Gajeel claws as his hand slipped between her exposed breasts and down her stomach, leaving goosebumps and shivers in their wake as his tongue followed to swirl around her flat tummy. In her daze of foreign pleasure and peace, her mind, the part that was still a Princess of Fiore, clicked and she looked down at the Dragon currently nibbling along her ribs. She giggled at the tickling sensation and ran her fingers through the Dragons mane as she watched him work. The wind moaned throughout the cavern once more and again she felt its icy fingers down her exposed flesh.
Realization slowly sank into her brain. Exposed? Exposed!? Exposed! She was exposed! She was naked in front of a naked Dragon! The pelt separating them having been thrown to the side at some point when Levy was in her daze. Eyes growing in horror she yanked at the Dragons' head suddenly, causing a grunt as she pulled his hair.
Levy could feel her flesh heating as the blush rose up her neck and pooled in her cheeks, "Gajeel. Gajeel! Gaj- GAJEEEELL!" she finally shrieked as his hands moved to cup her perky breasts. It was the last bit of reality that set in her mind and the last bit of bliss that escaped her body when the Dragons talons dug into the mounds of flesh. At her yelp he looked up and for the moment their gazes met. What she saw scared her.
His eyes. His glowing red eyes. The pupils of the blood red irises were silted paper thin. Combined with the bead of saliva dripping from his lips and the small amount of perspiration on his face and dangerous look he gave her, he looked monstrous. And at the same time, beautiful. It was only a moment that their eyes held but that moment seemed to last forever as she look in the Dragon's expression. He looked Hungry. Hungry for more, hungry for her. She shivered at the thought and covered herself from his view with an arm while the other reached for the discarded Snow Lion pelt and pulled it over her frame.
"Gajeel…" her voice was soft and frightened and that snapped the Dragon back to reality. Carefully he laid her back in the bed and helped her cover herself before leaning back on his hocks and looking up at the cave ceiling, his chest rising and falling as he took in air.
It was in this moment that she realized how handsome he really was, the sharp angles of his face only accented by the fire light, the color of his skin and complimenting scales, the studs on his face. He really was handsome. She reached forward with a shaking hand, wanting to be near to him still and lightly spread her palm across his tight muscles just below his pectorals. At her touch he looked down at her, the hungry look was gone and replaced with that of tiredness.
"Sorry thar' Shimp, got a lil' carried away, Gihi…" He came down over her once more and pressed their foreheads together. "Ya' alrigh'?" she nodded to answer, no trusting her voice just yet. She wanted to be close to him and she snaked and arm around his neck to pull him closer. He complied and laid down beside her, pulling her body flush against his, the white pelt between their bodies and covering hers. To keep her warm Gajeel fluffed some more of the animal skins close to her body as she snuggled her nose into his chest. He embraced her, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply, letting her scent intoxicate him. They laid there for some time, just being in the other's arms and near to each other, catching their breath.
As she relaxed into the first peaceful slumber in what felt like ages, there was no doubt in her mind now for how the Dragon felt for her. She was loved. The way she wanted to be loved. The stress and worry of the past days seemed to have ebbed away with the Dragon's soft touches and easy coaxing. For the first time in days she was able to relax completely. Funny how here she lay in the arms of her kinds natural enemy and she was more relaxed than in her Castle home. It was just more evidence to Levy that this was where she belonged.
Levy couldn't wait to see her Dragon again. Yes, her Dragon. it wasn't that he belonged to her, but more that they belonged together, he her fabled "knight in shining armor" who had come to sweep her off her feet and ride off into the sunset with her in his arms. It wasn't exactly the Fairy Tale ending she had dreamed of, but she really couldn't think of anything better. Yes, he was her Dragon, and she was just fine with that.
Ok so i could have made this chapter end in 2 parts instead of 3 but there is just so much going on that this just made mroe sense to do. Hope you've enjoyed it all so far and arent too lost or confused. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! UNTIL NEXT TIME (Which will be within the week i hope so)
