notes: Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed. Here's another slice of lemon for you precious readers!
Enjoy the lemonade!
Hot Spring
chapter two: vanilla ice cream
"You like it?" he asked her, watching his princess enjoy the ice cream that he had just treated her to.
"Mhm!" she nodded, taking eager licks of the sweet cone. She walked along the right side of him, acting very feline-like. Her eyes focused on her dessert, her tongue delicately and rhythmically working her way through the ice cream. She took care to eat the ice cream cone symmetrically, smoothing out any bumps from the previous lick, sculpting and crafting it perfectly.
He smiled to himself. Erza looked so content right now, which made him glow with warmth. He burned this image of her into his mind, hoping that this mental memory would stay with him forever.
The two of them were approaching Erza's apartment soon, and Jellal couldn't help but feel a little sad that his time with Erza had come to an end for the day. In fact, he had forced them to take a detour—by making the excuse to give her ice cream, as well—to the dessert shop so that he could prolong his time with her.
Not that she knew any better, he thought, looking back at the redhead, who was still very concentrated on finishing her dessert.
And before he knew it, the two of them were standing in front of her apartment door.
"Hold this for me," Erza commanded him, giving him her ice cream cone and purse so that she could fetch her keys out of it and unlock her apartment door.
Jellal obliged, taking the cone in his right hand and hanging her purse on his left. He almost staggered at the weight of her purse—he never understand why she always had to carry so much around with her when she could always just requip things.
But it was a very hot and humid day, and by the time, Erza had opened the door to her apartment, some trails of ice cream had dripped over onto Jellal's hands. He sheepishly showed the drippings to her, and she rolled her eyes emphatically, holding open the door so that he could come in and clean his hands.
He quickly walked in and then made a beeline for the master bedroom so that he could put down her purse and make his way straight to the sink inside. After placing her purse onto her table, he turned to head toward the bathroom, but Erza had suddenly appeared behind him.
Startled, he stepped back one and ended up tripping over her chair, falling back onto his ass.
"Ah, shit," he groaned.
"Thank you for saving the ice cream," Erza teased, squatting down to speak to him at eye level.
"Should have saved my ass instead," he muttered, feeling the hard wood floor against his touche.
She gave him the stank eye and he put his hands up over his face, feigning innocence.
"Hmm?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Nothing, nothing," he said, smiling cutely as possible.
"Good," she said, simply, before taking the ice cream out of his hand.
He watched her continue to eat the ice cream cone, giving the dessert one long lick before something suddenly caught her eye. She stopped eating and then stared forward into some nothingness.
"Hm?" he asked her, following her eyes before realizing that her chocolate eyes were now trained on his right hand, which still had a mess of melted ice cream over the backs of his fingers. He looked back at her and was startled again, seeing that her gaze had returned to his face, and she watched him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Then she leaned over and licked his hand, licking off the sweet ice cream.
"E-E-Erza?" Jellal stuttered, surprised by the sudden erotic behavior.
She smiled, and his right hand felt her lips curve upwards. "What?" she asked, as if what she was doing was completely normal. "I can't waste any ice cream. You know I'm a sweet tooth."
And she licked his hand again.
Jellal felt his breathing quicken and he leaned backwards, finding that she leaned even more forward to follow his hand, a sexy smile still on her lips. He leaned far far backwards, eventually finding that he could back away no further when his shoulders hit the wall.
Oh god, he thought, and at the time, he wasn't sure if he was more scared or more turned on by her licking.
She seemed to be done cleaning up the mess—Jellal wasn't sure if 'clean' was the right word to use for his hand though—but she sat back on her feet and went back to the ice cream cone.
He may have been a tiny bit disappointed.
"…done?" he asked, realizing that his breath wasn't completely there.
She looked at him from the side and took one slow, long, seductive lick of the ice cream cone, riding her pink tongue along the dessert.
She was unforgiving.
And he was hypnotized.
He realized that his jaw was starting to hang open and recovered himself, but he was not prepared for her command.
"Take off your shirt," she ordered him.
"Wha-wha…what?"
But he took one look at her stern face and realized just how serious she was.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't willing, and his excited hands took some time to properly unbutton each and every button of his shirt. He almost just ripped the entire damn thing off. He kept his eyes on her, and she on him, while she took another long, slow, exaggerated lick of the ice cream cone.
His shirt was completely off, tossed to the side, and he looked back at his queen to see of her approval. His scarlet-haired maiden didn't give even one hint of what she was thinking. He waited, like a Pavlovian dog waiting for the food bell to ring, as he watched his master take one more lick of her ice cream. His eyes followed her tongue, her lips, and when she got a dab of ice cream above her upper lip, he felt a sensual burn running from the caught breath in his lungs to the very base of his masculinity as she reached her tongue up and around her lips to get every last bit of the cream.
She smiled, and his eyes lifted to meet hers at the cue.
"Now unbutton my shirt," she said.
Jellal did not waste time.
He started from the top, swiftly and nimbly releasing her from the fabric, inch by inch. He gulped, hearing his heart thrum in his head, as he unbuttoned, seeing more and more of her smooth skin exposed to him. The second button was tight—the fabric around her chest was stretched to its max, under the strain of her breasts—and he had to reach a little bit inside, grazing over her silky skin with his fingertips, in order to release the button.
And when the button popped open, the small bounce of resistance from her freed tits, wobbling just under the thin sheer white fabric of her bra, made his heart stop.
Onwards further down he went though, not wanting to disobey. He finished the last button and then moved his hands up to the top of her shirt to help her take it off, but she lightly slapped his hand off.
"No," she whispered, with a smile, leaning forward, practically breathing her denial onto him.
His eyes traveled down from her neck to the crevice between her tits, and he almost whimpered at his want to rip everything off her top.
"No," she told him again, lightly slapping his face. "Keep your eyes where they should be."
Jellal snapped his eyes up to her eyes, watching her intense hazelnut eyes grow closer and closer to him as she leaned more and more into him. He watched her eyelashes blink and then everything was dark—his eyes were closed and all he felt was her lips pressing hard against his lips, his hands reaching up into the thick soft tangles of her hair, her hot breath warming up the skin around his neck and the air cooling it back down, his heart pumping wildly as he smelled her sweet arousal—
Then a sudden sharp cold on his chest.
He gasped, looking down at his torso, and found that she had taken the ice cream cone and thrust it right between his pectorals. She gave him a naughty smile, mouthing "oops" in a sorry-not-sorry way, and rubbed the cone up and down his chest, delivering him painful cold strokes up and down his torso—from his collarbones to his abs.
Oh, but he knew what was coming, and despite the discomfort, he was very very excited.
He groaned in the anticipation, enjoying being her canvas, and just waited—
And then—good god—she was doing it.
Her tongue delicately touched his abdomen, lapping at the small melted ice cream pool that was forming there. She sucked a bit up and then flicked her tongue upwards to make her way up. He watched her through half-open eyes, feeling the sensations all up and down his body. He thought of the way that she was eating her ice cream and the way that she was sucking on his fingers and the way that she was lapping up her mess off his lower torso, and he groaned from all the way deep inside him, imagining all her attention and care applied to his hardening member that longed to come out of his pants.
Erza looked up at him with doe eyes—now at his upper abdomen—still licking away at the cream. She made sure to get every last drop, not even leaving a streak of stickiness on his chest. Her saliva left a moist trail where her artwork had been and the moisture cooled his skin, leaving goosebumps wherever she was.
He had a great view of her ass, and when his eyes took a break from looking at her intense gaze, he almost drooled at how full and round her bottom looked from this angle. She was bent over, licking at his chest and leaning forward, leaving her ass raised and looking like it was just within his reach. But oh, he knew better than to reach under her skirt and squeeze—he knew that he couldn't do anything that she didn't tell him to do.
Titania was very quick at eating sweets, and before he knew it, she was lapping up at his collarbone, and he raised his head and faced the ceiling to give her the room to do her job, whimpering whenever she tickled his neck with her hair, her nose, or her tongue. He closed his eyes to try to calm his breathing, but he couldn't do a thing about the growing bulge at his crotch.
She nipped his neck to tell him that she was done, and he slowly opened his eyes to make sure that she wasn't just tricking him.
The redhead was now standing on her knees, which were placed on either side of his hips. She looked down at him, and he looked back up at her face through her cleavage. He could see the underside of her breasts—which were right above his nose—noticing that her bra didn't completely cover them. He kissed whatever skin was at his lips—her stomach—and reached his arms around to circle around her waist and pulled her in to bring her hips closer to his face.
He pressed delicate butterfly kisses all over her soft belly skin, electing to bite every now and then, earning him a soft whimper from her. His hands began to slide down over her skirt, caressing the backs of her thighs. Once he reached the hem of her skirt, he kissed her stomach harder and started to walk his hands under her skirt and upwards until he reached her firm ass, and then the tight elastic of her panties.
He stuck a thumb under her panties, lifted, and released—her panties slapping back against her buttock.
"Hey…" she growled, looking down at him. She sat down onto his lap, squeezing his hands under her weight and lifted his lips to hers to return kisses to him.
Her strong passionate kisses tempted him to remove his hands from her bottom and trace up the curves of her sides to her breasts. He squeezed them firmly and playfully bounced them around once or twice. She chuckled in the middle of their kiss and he knew that was a green light to remove that cursed piece of fabric trapping her breasts.
They had done this a million times before, so he didn't understand why he couldn't unhook her bra just this one damn time when it actually mattered. Eventually he gave up and she laughed, doing it herself, releasing her tits. He wasted no time, pushing his mouth toward her chest and he breathed over her left nipple, watching the pink tip harden, and then kissed it, flicked it with his tongue, making the woman mewl.
"Where's the…" and he found the ice cream cone in her hand before he finished asking the question. He smirked, grabbing her wrist and smashing the ice cream all over her breasts.
"Je—" she scolded, but he rolled forward and pushed her onto her back, keeping his body between her legs. The ice cream cone fell out of her hand and it landed somewhere on the hardwood floor, unfinished and still melting.
She was about to protest that she needed to clean the dessert before her floor was destroyed, but once his lips were on her skin again, the complaint turned into a hot gasp for more. He hungrily lapped up the ice cream off her chest, taking extra care to every square inch of her, sending warm tickling sensations from her nipples straight down to her very aroused clit. He finished her off even faster than she had finished him, but he had left some smudges of cream on his lip and the tip of his nose, which she happily sucked off his face.
Meanwhile his hands roamed downwards again, squeezing her ass and tracing a sly finger up her inner thigh to the juncture, running his finger over the fabric right on top of her sensitive parts. As thin the underwear was, it felt much too thick for what Erza wanted and she reached up for his head and pulled his ear close to her lips, whispering to him her wish.
Jellal growled, biting her neck in response. He picked himself up to the floor, taking her with him and then tossed her onto her bed, quickly jumping on top of her and continuing his kissing. He pressed one last kiss onto each of her breasts and then moved his attention downwards, pulling down her skirt. She gasped at the sudden exposure to cool air.
He took her panties in his teeth and tugged it down until he could better smell the fragrance of her arousal. He pulled her last piece of clothing off of her—finally—and then pushed his nose up to her glistening and wet insides. He took one last whiff of her sweet essence before pressing his tongue right up against her—in the same slow and exaggerated manner that she had practiced with the ice cream cone.
"Yes…" she moaned, and her hips thrust forward to give him more access. "Oh, Jellal, yes…"
Hearing her enthusiasm for him encouraged him to go harder and longer. He flicked back and forth with his tongue, kissing her inner folds and lightly sucking along her insides, repeating over and over again what she seemed to like, circling her sensations. Her breathing grew heavily, more forced, and she closed her eyes, unable to focus on anything except the bright white hot sensations that surged through her neurons, flowing all over her body.
He was building up her excitement, and she felt powerless in his control over her body. Her feet curled, her hands grabbed the sheets and all she could think to say was "more." Every inhale she took in was a rush of cold air coming into her lungs, crashing against her hot insides—and then she couldn't take it anymore.
She cried out, her hips rocking and her mind going blank, and when all the stars in her mind faded and she could see his handsome smile again, she smiled and sat up onto the bed, taking his lips into hers and kissing him deeply—so deeply in the next second, she declared herself in control, pushing him down with two fingers down to the bed.
He did not express any dissatisfaction whatsoever with her intent to return the favor.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. She let his lips go and started to work her way down, kissing his jaw, neck, lingering on his collarbones. He closed his eyes and let out a deep moan, a low vibration that she felt as she kissed his throat. His hands held her hands, playfully weaving his fingers in hers.
She moved further down, pressing kisses onto his chest, sliding quickly down to his firm abdomen. He exhaled sharply, groaning as her kisses lingered over his stomach, hands running over his groin. He begged her, through short bursts to please for the love of god to take off his pants.
She wanted to have just a little bit more fun, however, and just nuzzled him right where he couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh, please—please, Erza," he begged, his own hand moving to his pants—but she slapped his hand away.
"I'll take care of it," she promised in a low whisper.
"Erza…." he breathed out.
He moaned loudly when he felt her hands just under his belt. She unbuckled his belt and then slowly pulled the belt out of the loops. He helped her, lifting his waist a bit to let the belt completely slip off his pants more easily. She threw the belt down, letting it clang onto the floor, and she pulled down his pants. His member popped out, straining against the fabric of his boxers.
She nuzzled that as well, breathing over his hardness, making him stir in the bed.
Finally, after what seemed like ages—something that he had been waiting for since she first sucked the ice cream off his fingers—she took off his boxers. Her eyes widened and sparkled upon seeing his erection.
He looked at down at her, and she looked back at him, mischievous.
That was enough for him to groan and fall back to the bed.
She stuck her tongue out and did to him what she did to the ice cream cone.
Long, slow, and tender.
She made sure to make everything even, cover his entire member with her spit before putting her entire mouth down on the tip—wrapping him with pressure and warmth—making him gasp and thrust his hips a little bit.
She didn't waste much more time, taking more of him slowly into her mouth with every repetition, quickening her speed ever so slowly but ever so consistently…
Up and down, up and down, up and down, and soon he couldn't tell what she was doing anymore, he only felt. Warm, cool, moist, pressure, hot, firm, up, down and—
back to reality
Jellal groaned as he put his hand over his face, coming back out of the reverie.
Why did he have to have such an imaginative mind?
He instinctively looked down at his crotch, and groaned again when he saw his excited self poking up from the thin cloth of his boxers. Everything down there felt super tight, and he dropped his head back down onto the pillow and looked up to the ceiling for inspiration.
Kami, help me, he thought to himself. He needed to get sleep.
Jellal closed his eyes for a few seconds, but then his eyes peeled wide open, unable to get dirty thoughts out of his head and to stop flashing before his closed eyes.
He got up from bed and flicked on the lights, giving his body a quick stretch before walking around the room, hoping that would get fresh air into his system and rest his excited self. He caught a glance of his bookshelf, full of old magic theory texts and books about the history of Fiore, leftover from his past careers.
His hand hovered over the thickest and most dense text—The Tenets of Earth-Based Etherion-Dependent Magic—and pulled it out of his bookshelf. He opened it to a random page, falling back into his bed and forcing himself to read the theoretical text, hoping that this would distract his mind while convincing his body to eventually fall into sleep.
Unfortunately for him, however, the text started to jumble, the ink molding together and forming words that definitely were not related to the tenets of earth magic at all.
He pulled at her clothing with his teeth, his hot and heated breath resting on the cool, smooth skin of her—
Nope, not even the very least bit.
notes: I'm still all ears for any prompts you want to throw at me! ;) Else, I'm probably going to end the story after the next chapter because I think I'm done after round three (and I don't have any more requests). But maybe y'all are in it for more—I can never tell.
I also realize that most of this stuff is written in Jellal's point of view (mostly because the story is Jellal-centric), and I wonder if readers prefer the other point of view. Just curious. What do you think?
Comments welcome, reviews appreciated!
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