Thank you for the subscribes and reviews. ^^ Mira will be in the story later (why is she on the pill?) but this week the special guest is Erza!

Demin that had ripped holes from stress and had faded from countless fights and memorable years contrasted the two hundred thread count bed sheets and pristine hardwood floors. Her jacket was thrown across the room, hitting the walls, made of windows overlooking a view of the night skyline, and eventually landing on the exotic rug. Cana was not in an ordinary bachelor pad: she was in the bachelor pad where this man had a swing meant for sex, book shelf of porn, and a closet full of sex toys. Pretty much, everything a woman looking for one night of romance would dream of having all neatly organized and labelled. However, this time she decided on old fashion sex techniques by forcing him on the bed, stripping their clothes away, and going straight for the genitals.

Holding her hair back, she placed her tongue near his balls and slowly licked up the shaft. When she reached the head, she put her whole mouth around his penis and started stroking with her lips.

"You give the best head." He groaned, leaning back unto his king-sized bed.

Smiling was what she wanted to do but her main objective was to please him so she continued what she was doing only increasing the speed. After a couple of minutes, she could feel her jaw become tight so she came up for air.

"It helps that you are circumcised."

Grabbing the condom from his nightstand, she ripped the wrapper with her teeth and swiftly threw it on. Without looking at his black eyes, she moved her hips towards his and placed her hands on his scrawny chest for support. Hibiki tried to go to the gym to attempt a muscular figure, but he could only maintain a lean one. She could feel him placing his hands gently carassing her lower back; however, she batted them away and firmly placed his hands on her ass.

"If you need support put them here." She scored, coldly.

Even though she was not looking at his face, she could hear a sigh. Her eyes were focused on one spot of the window, assigning all of her attention to the act. His thin hands tightly squeezed her as requested. Getting the proper rhythm, she moved her hips in a circular motion to get the grind that she loved but the upwards motion for him. He moaned as she kept grinding, which enabled her to go faster and more aggressive. Each time she experienced a jolt of pleasure, she wanted to slow down to enjoy the adventure but she carried on.

"I'm going to come." He hollered out.

Keeping her pace, he grunted and clenched his grip around her cheeks. Finally, she noticed him half-paused for a moment as he exhaled some groans then relaxed his body, loosening his hands.

"That was amazing."

Before he could finish that sentence, she pulled herself off of him. After every time she has sex, she got a shot of adrenaline, like a hit of caffeine, which puts her into gear. Placing her feet on his floor, her eyes surveyed the room, striving to find her clothing. As soon as she found an article, it was plunked on. When she reached for her jacket, the intellect swung his arms around her waist and held on. The brunette halted for a second.

"Get off of me." She snickered, trying to peel him off of her.

"Stay the night." He suggested, not letting go.

"I have a carriage to catch." She pointed out. "This detour held me back long enough."

Contrary to belief, his arms would not budge despite her being physically superiour. What made her immobile for a second was when he proposed, "Let's get married."

After taking a large gulp, her chest rose up as her mouth was wide open, laughing at the idea.

"You don't need my fortune telling and your archival magic to know it wouldn't last." She chuckled. "You tell me this every time Jenny breaks up with you."

This made his body like jelly, drooping down the side of the bed. Allowing herself to be free, she snatched her jacket and decided to march her way out. However, she she got to the kitchen, she paused for a moment and did something she would never do: looked back. The poor man was half on the bed half on the floor and was stationary. If he had Juvia's powers, there would have been a thunderstorm outside his spotless windows. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out one of her cards.

"Slutty naked women." She summoned.

Out of the card, five stunning women, all with different skin tones, hair colours, and body figures popped out into bedroom portion of his open-concept flat. Resting the card on his porn shelf, she warned, "this should last an hour." Her head then turned to face him to see if there was a conformation. To her surprise, one women, blonde hair and fair skin, was laying on the sex swing while Hibiki used a vibrator on her clitoris. How he managed to leap across the room and acquire a vibrator in a short time, baffled her to this day. Two women were pleasing him: one with a mouth to his erection, the other with fingers up his anus. The final two women were involved with themselves, on top of the bed with one women buried her face in the other woman's genitals.

"You can keep this card." She recommended, firmly. Her legs strutted away from the scene while her hand was raised for a moment. When she reached the doorway, she looked forward, with the sides of her mouth curled into a smirk.

Contrasting last night, Cana was sprawled on the table with every limb lifeless except for her hand grasping at her beer. Even though she did not wear much make-up, under her eyes were black. The age in her face went from almost thirty to almost fifty. As revenge from a couple of days ago, Juvia decided to poke her with a stick. Grumblings came from the tired beast. The other two women were seated across, sipping on their beer as they watched.

"Why do I feel like the man in the relationship?" She groaned, rolling her head over. "Most times I want just sex. No emotions, just sex."

Lucy was about to choke on her beer while Levy chugged hers, covering her face in the mug.

"Gray-sama is always so logical but Juvia always wants sex." She smiled, as she sipped on her frizzy lemon water.

"You're the bitch in the relationship, no offense." The brunette mumbled.

"None taken." She gleamed, while starring off into space.

Lucy put her hand to her chin and started to think for a moment. Meanwhile, Levy was still trying to cover her face with alcohol.

"I feel more like a mother than a man in my relationship." She pointed out, "However, I wouldn't say someone is the man in the relationship because they lack emotions. Just look at Natsu."

Cana's upper body finally slowly raised with the help of her other hand firmly planted on the table.

"I guess what I am trying to say is: why do the men I always sleep with have to be so needy and emotional?" She thought out loud. "Why can't they live up to their stereotype and just fuck me then leave."

The blonde put a hand on Cana's and tenderly squeeze it.

"Is that really what you want?"

The brunette pivoted her face away from her friend and melted back into the table. From her travels last night, and the lack of sleep, her brain was too jumbled up to think.

The shy one wanted to conceal herself further, but put her drink down and opened herself to her friends.

"There is nothing wrong with men breaking the male stereotype." She explained.

"Where did I put my keys" She thought to herself, while sifting through her pockets. "I feel like Lucy."

A deep voice was grunting behind the door, only for a moment. It became silent while another deep voice followed,"I'm glad we did this together."

"Hide it." The first voice spoke, panicking. "Levy can't find out."

Suddenly, she heard metal hitting the wooden floor: her keys fell out. This caused more ruffling in the apartment, as the two men tried to conceal their actions. Opening the door precariously, her eyes gazed at Gajeel and Lily sitting on the sofa, with their backs straight and eyes glued on a sports game on their lacrima television. Shuffling her feet she darted around the room. She found the culprit: a box of kleenex, with some hand lotion near it, which wasn't there when she left. Her eyes narrowed as she zoomed in on a porn DVD on the floor. Her hand moved to her mouth as she gasp.

"What's... wrong?" Gajeel stuttered. "We were just watching this game here."

"Ya," Lily chimed in.

"Nothing," she replied.

The pit of her stomach wanted to ache, but she did not want to jump to conclusions. Usually, she and Gajeel watch that DVD in their bedroom before sex, but maybe two men can watch it together? Maybe, he and Lily were more than just roommates. She shook her head to clear her suspicions. Even if Gajeel liked other men, even fury ones, she still would love him. Her hand smacked some logic into her cheeks: there could be a valid reason and she had no concrete proof. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes would not move away from that DVD. Her feet unconsciously went towards it. Gajeel's eyes shot open as he reached his arm out.

"I'll put that away!" He suggested, in a nervous tone.

Too late, Levy picked it up. Due to the DVD being not closed properly, the case swung open the moment her fingers touched it.

"Nooooo!" Gajeel screamed, while trying to gently tackle his fragile girlfriend. The panther's jaw was dropped as his body transformed back into a cute little kitten from stress.

She stepped aside, dodging his pathetic attempt. He dropped to the floor, as if he was a boxer that had been knocked out in the ring. Looking at the DVD, she noticed it wasn't porn but the romantic comedy she tried to get Gajeel to watch with her but he always refused. This side of him, and the relief that he and Lily were not lovers, put a smile on her face. Shutting the DVD case, she closed her eyes and handed it to him.

"You don't have to try and be manly all the time." She comforted.

There was a sparkle in his eyes. He tried to let go and cry, just like when he was watching the film, but he held back those tears and gave a nod.

"Just don't put the kleenex beside to the hand lotion next time."

The two men were taken aback and let out a scream as their eyes were fixed at the location.

Chuckles emerged from the three ladies when Levy finished sharing her story. The blonde's head tilted back while the brunette woke up for a slit second. The stylish one held a hand to her mouth as she giggled.

"Gajeel does have a soft side to him."

Levy turned her attention towards Juvia and nodded her head in agreement. Levy then took a big gulp and spoke softly to the other bluette. "That actually happened right before he agreed to be the Man of Honour at your wedding." She explained, trying to put the right words in order. "I don't know if that conversation helped him decide, but I noticed he opened up afterwords."

Water droplets trickled down Juvia's face. Remember her special day and the planning always brought out her favourite moments. She could not think of anyone else who was the closest to her besides Gray. Her tears caused Lucy and Levy to shuffle over and placed a hand on her arm. Cana, the one not good at comforting, dropped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Juvia accepted it and blew her nose. When she tried to return it, Cana waved her hand away.

"Thank you, guys."

The tender moment was abrupt when a swordswoman with scarlet hair waltzed near the table. Picking a chair, she swatted the person in it away and placed it at the head of the table. Sitting with her arms crossed and body stiff, the women noticed that her face did not match her assertive behaviour: her forehead had sweat and her jaw was shaky.

"Uh.. I heard you ladies are taking about women stuff." She spoke, shyly. "Can I join in?"

Juvia, Levy, and Lucy's eyes shot open as they peeled themselves off of each other. Cana, the one who was not afraid rolled her zombie-like head towards her.

"We're taking about women being the man in the relationship." She filled in. "You know, how sometimes a girls gotta have a good fuck!"

Erza's mouth was sealed shut while her eyes blinked uncontrollable. Taking to Gray and Natsu about guy stuff was second nature to her. However, girl talk was more about opening up, which she found difficult. Slamming her first on the table, her body language turned one eighty.

"Don't you have work to do?" She scolded. "And Cana, go home and get some rest."

Her gaze sent shivers down the women's spines as they jumped out of their seats, except for Cana who rolled out and stumbled to flee the scene.

"Juvia can't work while she is trying to get pregnant!" She retaliated. However, her act of rebellion caused more panic as she scurried out of the pub area to find her prince.

The door was tossed open, like a rag doll, as the saucy redhead marched into her residence. Exhaling all the stresses of the day, she requipped her attire from a broadsword and plated armour to flannel pyjamas and bunny slippers. Her tunnel vision was set for the bathtub;however, the shadow by her foyer picked up on her radar. She immediately requipped to a steel dress with a wheel of swords enveloping her.

"Show yourself!" She demanded, fixating her brown eyes towards a hooded figure, holding some sort of plump weapon, like a club.

All the swords danced towards the figure, stopping a millimetre from his face. This prompted him to raise his arms up and surrender.

"Drop your weapon."

The figure paused as she noticed his shoulders twitch. One of her swords was swiftly thrown to hit the clothing while the others pinned the figure to the wall. What was in the hands, tumbled to the ground. Turning the lights on full blast, she saw the burglar: a man wearing a smirk on his face with royal blue hair and a black scar, similar to a tattoo on his cheek.

"Is this how you greet all of your guests?"

Her vision positioned itself towards the "weapon", which was a bouquet of red roses. In an instant, her swords vanished and her outfit changed to the armour she was most comfortable in.

"Only ones who barge in." She responded, coldly. "Men are not allowed in the girl's dorms. Especially, non guild members. I'll only make an exception for today."

Swooping down to pick up the flowers, her face unconsciously smiled. She could feel a hand on her shoulder, as he tried to pick her up. Even though his touch was comforting, she refused his aide. The fresh smell tickled her nose as she sneezed.

"Don't tell me you're allergic." He sighed. "This is what happens when I try and be a man."

Her eyes melted as her body froze. Inside her mind, she wanted to break free and slap some common sense into him, but her body could not move.

We're taking about women being the man in the relationship

Those words echoed in her brain. Thinking about how she never slept with him, despite the heavy sexual tension, created some frustration: a lack of trust. Her limbs were able to move on their own accord. She placed the bouquet on the table and yanked his hand. Her feet trampled the floor as she lead him to her study. Her eyesight did not look back at him. When she got to the room, she swung her arm on her desk and let the contents fall beside on the carpet.

"What's going on?" Jellal asked, confused by her strange actions. Erza loathed when papers or documents, even the littlest things were not in their proper place and now they are scattered in a mess.

Her warrior eyes darted at him for a slit second, before she pushed him on top of the desk. Her legs jumped and straddled between his hips. As she was leaning toward to kiss him, her clothing had disappeared. Wrapping his arms around her, he tried to lengthen the kiss; however, she let go. Kissing his neck, her hands undid his cloak and slid towards his waist.

"We shouldn't do this." Jellal explained; however his arms didn't interfere.

The negative response angered her mind, which lead her to gather a sword. With clean precision, she sliced the shirt right off of him, revealing his muscular physique. Tossing the sword away, she stared into his eyes to say, "Why did you give me those flowers?"

His cheeks started to fluster while his eyes could not even inch away from hers.

"Because I love you." He responded, softly. "But I don't deserve-"

Without finishing his blurb, she flung her finger to his mouth, but only for a second to cut off his words.

"You're human, which means you deserve a chance at love."

Mesmerised by her actions, he released all of his emotions as he threw his lips on hers, placing one hand behind her head and the other on her waist. Giving in, she kissed him back, and leaned in closer but quickly leaned away when she felt something hard. Her hair colour matched her face but after taking a deep breath, she undid his trousers and pulled down his pants. Her eyes could not look away from it. She had seen him naked before, but he was young and never erect. Even though she had never been with a man she had hit the jackpot in packages: a little less than twenty centimetres long and more than five centimetres wide at the base.

"You've grown." She commented, unsure of what else to say.

"So have you." He answered, poking at one of her breasts.

Her hands and eyes were paralysed while deep in her gut she felt heavy. That all changed when she noticed him trying to get up. Slamming him back on the desk with one hand, she placed the other on his shaft and stroked it.

"That feels good" He groaned.

The hand on his chest slid down, absorbing his brawny figure. When they got to his groin, she cupped his balls. Her head tilted as she stopped. To her surprised his testicles were raised.

"Sorry, I haven't had sex in four years." He apologised.

Using her magic, she conjured a condom from her hidden storehouse. Her shaky fingers attempted to rip the wrapper, eventually she got it open. Jellal placed his strong hands on hers and acted as her guide on putting it on. When they were on, his hands went on her hips, also aiding her as she took him. Her teeth bit her lip as a shock absorber from the pain of the hymen breaking. Once he was in, it was still tight, but freer than the opening. Her hips moved up and down, trying to remember what she read about sex.

"You're so fucking tight." He blurted out. "I'm not going to last much longer."

She sighed in relief but passed it off as part of the act. Continuing to grind him vigourously, she could see him moan in content. However, after a couple of minutes she did not noticed him finishing. The pain in her opening created discomfort. Even though she was strong and could handle getting beat, her body halted.

"Did you come?" He asked, confused at why she stopped.

Her mouth opened to answer but she could not think of the right word to say. His eyes narrowed while his eyebrows scrunched. Pulling himself up, he looked down at where they were joined and let out a "Shit".

Her head immediately aimed down. Her eyes widened as she let out a scream. Crimson liquid trickled down her thigh.

"You were a virgin?" He questioned, still shocked at the situation.

"You thought I wasn't?" She replied, defencively

Gently, they pulled themselves off of each other, ensuring there was no more hurt. As he took the condom off, she could see white fluid in there.

"You came?" She asked, as she was unclear when she was on top of him.

"Long time ago." He answered, honestly. "I was waiting for you to come."

Reaching into his pocket of his cloak, he pulled out a sterile cloth. Her arms sat on the desk as she lifted herself on it. The cloth was placed in between her legs, cleaning up the excess blood before he applied pressure.

"You can't just have sex your first time." He told her, while kissing her cheek. "You're a woman."

Whenever someone said those words, it would pinch a nerve. However, his thoughtfulness had melted the redhead's heart. Though her harsh exterior perspired masculinity, she let out the concealed feminine side. Relaxing her arms, she gazed at him with beads of tears in her eyes. Bringing her close to him, they held in an embrace.

"If you're going to have sex, might as well have an orgasm." He suggested.

Placing a hand to her head, she scratched the side while her eyeballs had question marks. She was clearly out of commission.

"I said you're a woman," he whispered in her ears. "You have another pleasure spot."

The swordswoman's mouth opened slightly, then they both smiled. He moved his head towards her breasts and started licking and kissing her nipples. Putting a hand to her shoulder, he slowly pushed her upper body down on the desk. Meanwhile, his lips inched their way lower and made their way to her clitoris. It felt warm and nothing like masturbation. Every couple of moments she could feel a shot of pleasure, moving from her groins to all of her body and would come like waves. Her back arched as she clung unto his hand, gripping it each time she had a multiple.

"Don't stop" She kept exclaiming, feeling as though she was a drug addict and wanted more.

Slowly, each time she felt pleasure, it would build up until finally one final climax. It was almost as if she had to urinate, but a much better release. In that moment, it was the first time she had felt like a woman. Not an emotional being who was inferior, but something who has the courage to open their soul up to someone else.