Thank you for the reviews (and private messages, heh), everyone! T_T I'm so appreciative!

Anyway, here is lemon for the fourth day in a row. I must warn you though. This was pretty much word vomit. So I'm not sure what's going to happen.


seduction armor

Jellal knocked on the window, waiting patiently balanced on a nearby branch. He waited for her figure to show up behind the glass and when she finally showed up, she pressed her hand to the window, cancelling out the glare so that she could see who was out there.

But of course, she was expecting him, so she was not surprised at all to see him squatting on the tree a couple of feet away. Erza opened the window immediately, flinging the pane open and stepping backwards to let him jump off the tree and into her room.

"Hey," he greeted, but she didn't return a verbal response.

She pulled him close and said hello with an open-mouthed kiss, capturing his lips and tongue in one fell swoop. Expectedly sensual for his first kiss of the night, Jellal grunted with approval.

"Mmm," he said, before they withdrew from each other. "What was that for?"

Erza just gave him a sweet smile, her arms still wrapped around his waist. "For coming over tonight."

"Hm, if that's what I get for sneaking into your guild house, I might just end up doing this every day," he remarked.

"Yes, you should," she encouraged him and then pecked him on lips one last time. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course, my dear. I would come even if I were here just to see you."

She giggled. "Are you telling me that you're really only here to see my armor collection?"

"I mean that's why you invited me over to your room, right?" he asked, before winking. "Not for anything else."

"Hmph," she scoffed, smiling somewhat condescendingly. "I think my armor is a good reason to come over—I've collected quite a set." She looked at him for a moment and then took his hand in hers. "Come!" she told him and then pulled him toward her closet.

He couldn't help the smile that crept up onto his face—she was skipping around just like a young girl at an amusement park, excited about armor. He presumed this might have been what they would have been doing as kids if they hadn't been in the Tower of Heaven. But he quickly tucked away that history from his head, not letting it interfere with what was happening at the moment.

After all when he was with her, the present was much too valuable for him to be wasting it on the past.

(A/N: Wow, what an OOC statement, lol. Sorry if that last sentence was too OOC. I felt like I needed to write it to conclude that whole part, even while every fiber of my body hates it. Also sorry about this random author note in the middle. I swear I won't do it again.)

The last thing he expected of course, was for her closet to be that much larger than her room. He guessed he should have expected it however—of course Titania had a huge closet—she needed to store all of her weapons and armor.

He just didn't realize that the reason why there wasn't any other guild members was living on the floor was because she had broken down all the walls between the vacant bedrooms and made them extensions of her closet.

"Of course, I have to pay the rent for all the space that my closet takes up," she explained quickly, seeing his rather astonished face.

Erza, neat as ever, had arranged her closet so that it was all clear which weapons belonged to which armors, the armors hanging off a plaster model and the weapons lying to the side nearby the armors.

"I have to memorize where all my armor is so that when I requip I can access them as quickly as possible," she told him, standing proudly at the door of her closet, looking upon the rows and rows of armor.

He looked the first row of armors in the section, recognizing the majority of them—it looked like all the armors that she constantly used were in this part of her closet: Heaven's Wheel, Black Wing, Flame Empress, Flight…

Jellal wasn't sure why the realization had just come to him. But he suddenly discovered that many of Erza's armor—despite being armor—was not modest at all.

He didn't particularly know why this didn't ever click for him—maybe half because he never really was able to witness her fighting, and maybe half because when he did actually get to see her fight, he was so mesmerized by her actual swordsmanship that he didn't notice how much skin she was showing.

Jellal wondered if he had been focusing on the wrong thing when watching her fight 100 monsters at the Grand Magic Games a few years back.

He looked back at the requip mage, who was busily chatting away about one of her armors and explaining some statistics about it to him. He didn't really focus on what she was saying, more on trying to picture the actual armor over her body.

Did that top actually…fit her? But he guessed he couldn't really judge—he wasn't the one with the great tits or really fucking sexy collarbones.

Erza moved onto another armor, and Jellal followed her as she started talking again about what the armor enhanced or about the weapons that came with the armor and in what combinations she liked to use the armor—whatever it was that she was talking about, he wasn't paying attention, still thinking about how exactly the clothing fit her and allowed her so much mobility without ending up with a wardrobe malfunction.

Jellal's eyes wandered off to another row of her armor, quickly imagining Erza in each one as best as he could.

Damn, how did he not notice how hot she was while fighting?

His eyes caught on one particular armor in the back, and as he fought back a blush, he tapped her on the shoulder, interrupting her speech on the armor in front of them.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Can I ask you about a particular armor?" he started.

Of course, she said yes.

"Which one?" she asked him, looking in the direction that he was facing.

"Um…" and instead of trying to point it out, he suggested, "Close your eyes."

Thoroughly confused, she nodded, and then shut them as he had told her to. To make extra certain, he placed one hand over her eyes and then slowly walked her to the armor that his eagle eyes had spotted from before, the armor that he definitely wanted an explanation for.

However, closing her eyes didn't mean that Erza didn't know which one she was standing in front of—after all, she had to memorize the placement of her entire closet to work out her magic—and she blushed.

"What about this one?" she asked him, with the straightest face she could manage.

He swallowed thickly, looking at the armor and imagining it on her. "What is it called?"

She hesitated before answering him, slowly. "S-Seduction Armor."

"Do you use that one?" he whispered softly, breath tickling her ear.

"…Yes," she admitted slowly.

"When?"

She pulled his hand down from her eyes, turning around to face him, and smiled wickedly at him.

"Like. Now," she said, pointedly, and then before he knew it, she had requipped into the Seduction Armor.

He took one long look at her—netted stockings sculpted tightly up to her juicy thighs, pink thong exposing every fair bit of her ass, white loose thin cloth just hanging over her breasts without any support—before returning his eyes to hers, smirking.

"What's the point of wearing that if I'm just going to rip it off you?" he growled, sliding his hands around her to her back and tugging at the knot behind her back, standing squarely in front of her and blocking her escape.

She smiled confidently. "Well. I'm not going to let you rip it off me," she declared, leaning forward to give him a kiss before pushing him backwards and escaping from his clutches.

He lunged forward to grab her arm, but she unsheathed the Seduction Armor's long skinny sword in front of herself to prevent him from coming any closer.

"Are you challenging me to a fight, Erza?" he teased.

"So what if I am?" she taunted.

"Don't say you're sorry later," he warned, throwing aside his cape, and crouching into his signature Meteor stance.

She knew he was coming and she braced herself for the impact, but he was even faster than she had last seen him and he raced around her with a brilliant golden sheen. She dodged each one of his advances, only stepping aside quick enough so that he wouldn't catch her in his arms—his fingers grazed over her skin and the wind of his speed blew her hair all over her face.

When his speed spell finally stopped, he stood in front of her, breathing hard.

She pointed her sword at him, grinning. "Not quick enough, huh?"

He didn't seem fazed, the smile not fading from his lips. "Who are you talking about? Me or you?"

And before she could question the nature of his question, he pulled on a thin metal line—and suddenly she was entangled in a web of wires.

Erza gasped, trying to pull her arms in, but all four of her limbs were stuck in place. Her sword fell, clattering to the floor. He approached her, giving her a lustful look, and lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to stare back at him eye to eye.

"You don't even know how bad I want you right now," he growled softly, under his breath.

"Then come get me," she smirked.

Before he could react, the sword behind him rose on its own, controlled by Erza's telepathic powers, and sliced multiple times around her—releasing Erza from Jellal's trap. She dodged to the side, flipping around him, before landing on her feet on the other side of the room—rather, closet. Her sword spun into her right hand, and she caught it by the hilt.

Jellal laughed. "You fell right for it, Erza." He snapped his fingers, and four layers of magic circles came into view above her.

The magic he had inscribed into the circles was not powerful to make any damage; it was really just to send a message, but if anything, he knew she could take a little bit of damage.

She gasped as the elements threatened to rain down on her, but unexpectedly, she charged straight for the circles, piercing them with her sword and breaking them like glass.

His eyes widened. Did she just break his magic?

"Witness!" she said, raising her sword up high. "This sword cancels magic—as long as you're using magic, I can reduce it to nothing."

He wasn't disconcerted, instead rolling up his sleeves. "No worries, I'll just fight you hand-to-hand then."

She threw aside her sword too, racing towards him.

They collided in the middle of the room, swapping fists and dodging each other's kicks. He punched forward and she blocked by slicing upwards with her arm while landing an offensive blow to his chest with her free arm, which he caught with his other hand, wrestling it backwards and pushing her off.

Erza slid one leg in a full circle around her, attempting to trip Jellal, but he flipped backwards to avoid the humiliation. Pushing off the floor, he accelerated back towards her, attempting to grab her wrists in his opposite hands to eventually cross her arms and spin her around, disabling her from effectively using her hands.

She caught his trick and crossed her wrists before he could get them, and when he was done with his entire progress of movements, he found that his hands were the ones crossed and her hands were the ones controlling the entire sequence. She flipped him over her head for good measure, slamming his back onto the floor.

Triumphantly, the redhead sat down onto him, trapping him under her knees and leaned forward seductively, her lips grazing his ear.

"Looks like I win, Jellal," she declared, before placing her hands on either side of his face and lifting his lips up to hers, kissing him passionately.

He laughed in the middle of her kiss, using his abdominal strength to sit himself up, despite Erza sitting down on, and then flipped them both over, pressing her body into the floor with his on top.

"Did you now?" he asked her, one of his hands sliding up under the white cloth of the armor and fondling a breast underneath.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yeah," she said, nodding. "I definitely won."

"So you get a prize now, huh?" he purred, and let his thumb rub her hard nipple.

"Mmm…yeah," she moaned, her legs opening wide, letting his hips press harder against her.

"What did you want, Erza?"

Her eyes opened, looking up at him with a sex-heavy look. "Your cock," she told him in a desperate whisper. "Inside me."

He groaned to himself—god, the way she said that was so hot—but he controlled himself from pulling aside her thong and just fucking her right then and there, instead refocusing himself on her breast, especially the one that he was working on with his hand.

"Well you're not getting it yet," he said, sorry-not-sorry.

She pouted. "But I'm already so wet," she whined. "Just give me what I want."

He smirked, instead squeezing the tit that he had in his hand, seeing its dark nipple poke against the white thin fabric of her armor.

"How is this armor, Erza?" he asked her. "These barely protect your tits." And after circling the nipple with his index finger, he leaned down to suck on the raised spot through the fabric.

"Ohhh," she sighed, her hands moving down to cradle his jaw and press her closer to her. Her legs reached up and wrapped around his hips, locking his groin area against her. She arched her back, beginning to grind on his body.

Eventually he moved onto her other breast, but by now, Erza's patience was drying thin, and she opened her eyes, looking expectantly at him.

"Stop teasing me and just get to it," she panted, but there was no sign that she wanted him to stop either.

"No," he defiantly replied. "You're not even close to being as worked up as I am. I want you so wet that I slide right in.'

"Jellal," she moaned, a couple times as he worked on her breasts—and then as she grew more frustrated, she grabbed his free hand and pressed it right up against her very aroused center. She was leaking onto the floor, her juices running downwards.

He obliged, but only a tiny bit, palming her clit through her pink thong.

"Strip me," she ordered. And when he didn't let up she grunted in frustration loudly, raising both hands and tugging at the thin fabric. She eventually ripped it straight down the middle, releasing her tits.

Completely not expecting her to go that last resort, he chuckled loudly. "You're ruining your armor, Erza."

"I don't care," she huffed. "Maybe it was just one-time use."

"For me?" he teased. "I'm honored."

Erza pulled off her thong, throwing it into his face. "Taste how fucking ready I am," she cooed. "Are you ready to fuck me crazy?"

He looked at her from top to bottom—dressed in just the black stockings and elbow-length gloves of her armor—before pulling off his shirt and pants, affirming that yes, he did indeed what to fuck her.

"I'm all yours tonight, baby," he told her, leaning in and nibbling her earlobe. "You won after all…so how do you want me?"

She shivered under his smooth baritone voice, before she whispered in his ear, "Use me like a fuck toy. Make my tits bounce and fill me up with your cum."

Her words were enough to practically make him ejaculate, but he was going to go long and hard for his miss, the winner of the fight, the keeper of his heart.

And today, she wanted him on top. And he was going to make sure serve it to her hot.

He gracefully lifted her pelvis up a bit, wedging his knees under her ass and aiming his quivering member straight into her. Placing his hands on other side of her head, he leaned over, biting her neck hard before slamming into her—a hard start—and one that she screamed with pleasure receiving.

"Mmm, yeah," she moaned, loudly, spreading her legs wide and fondling her tits. "Don't stop giving me that cock. You feel so good."

"Yeah, you like my cock, don't you? You want it hard and fast, don't you?"

"Yeah," she whined. "Yeah I do."

"Beg me then."

She was much too busy panting and trying to catch up with her breath. "Mmm, Jellal…I want it—ah!"

"What was that?"

"I want you hard and—oh my god!" she squealed, interrupted by a wave of intense pleasure.

He laughed. "Look at you, you dirty girl. You're taking so much cock that you can't even beg for more."

She split her legs even wider, tilting herself up further into him, now yelping with every stroke. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"You love taking me deep, don't you?" he asked her, speaking as clearly as he could through his sharp exhales and his growing climax. He increased his speed, changed his rhythm. "I know you were thinking about me all day—fucking you hard and long."

"Mmm, yeah—so good," she moaned, her thrusts becoming more urgent.

He felt her insides clenching down on his erection, and he knew she was soon ready.

"Don't cum until I say you can," he threatened, putting his hand over her clit and stimulating her from there while he continued to move in and out of her. "Remember, you're my fuck toy and you do as I say."

She whined in a long and loud complaint. "Oooh," she pouted, in a half moan, half protest.

"Do you want to cum, Erza?" Jellal asked her, after several more intense strokes.

"Yes!" she exclaimed immediately. "Oh, please, please, please let me cum!"

"Then you have to promise me something," he replied.

She looked up at him with pleading submissive eyes. "Anything."

"After I let you cum, you're going to wrap those lips of yours around my cock and suck me clean while I blow into your pretty little mouth."

"Yes," she said, nodding.

"Repeat that," he growled, slapping her breasts lightly.

He pumped in and out of her a couple times before she rehearsed the line back to him.

"After…I cum," she panted. "I'm going to…suck you clean while you blow into my mouth."

"Good enough," he said. "It's not poetic, but I'll take it."

"C-C-Can I cum now?" she begged, on edge. Her voice was reaching octaves he didn't think she could reach.

"Not yet."

"Jellal…please, please, please," she chanted, her mouth wide open, hands squeezing her breasts hard, legs wrapped around him tight. "I can't….I can't take it anymore!"

"On three, okay? One…"

She squirmed, her thighs beginning to shake at just the thought being able to release.

"Two…"

A moan emerged from deep within her throat, and her body stilled as she got ready—

"Three."

"Ah!" she screamed, gasping and moaning. He felt her contract around his erection, her insides disperse slippery fluid. She was so tight that he struggled to move in and out of her, but he didn't think she could feel it anyway. Her body shook and fell to exhaustion.

He pulled out of her, seeing her glistening arousal all over his member, and leaning backwards. "You're not done, Erza. Suck my dick clean and taste yourself."

Erza picked herself up, following him, eyes focused only on his cock. She knelt her head down, opening her mouth and scooping his member up within her mouth, bobbing up and down.

"Mmm," she said, making lewd sounds with her tongue.

"You want to drink every drop of that cum, don't you?"

"Mhm," she moaned, opening her mouth, his erection still down her throat and breathing out before closing her mouth again and continuing to suck.

"Then you're going to get it hot and fresh."

She made some kind of aroused noise, her voice vibrating along the barrel of his penis. He relaxed into it, letting himself go, and as gentle as he tried to make it, he ended up exploding his load rather ungracefully, some of it slipping out of her lips.

But Erza kept her end of the promise, licking her lips and going back to his cock and make sure there was none of his seed left on his erection, then kneeling down to the floor and licking the drops that fell there.

"Shit, Erza…" he moaned, seeing her do that, closing his eyes and letting his breath catch up with him.

She giggled. "Wow," she said, first.

"Ugh," he said, falling backwards onto the floor. "I don't care what you say about that fight—I definitely won. That was so fucking good."

She crawled over to join him on the floor, cuddling next to him. "I had fun too, you know."

"You're so cute when you want it," he teased, kissing her on the forehead. "Almost makes me feel guilty."

She blushed furiously, redder than the hair on her head.

"Yeah," he said, nodding to himself. "Yeah, I should be on top more." He turned to face her. "What do you like better?"

Erza avoided his eyes, looking off to the side. "I'm not going to tell you," she teased.

"Oh, come on, Erza," he cooed. "Let's talk about this so that we can have amazing sex again."

"No," she huffed, crossing her arms. She leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"You'll just have to find out next time."


Alright, my friends, it's debate time. What does Erza like more? Top or bottom? Or mix of both, switching roles, not-binary?

In other notes, wow, done with day four of Jerza Love Fest…I seriously can't believe I've gotten this far, writing lemon (turning out to be at least 1K words) every day! Skfjsdiofjwafj… what the fuck…sdfisjofjsi

Except I don't know what I'm going to write about tomorrow. Because I'm out of prompts. So if y'all want to help me out, that would be greatly appreciated because otherwise I'll be left to my own thoughts and sorrowness about not being able to come up with something good to end Jerza Love Fest this year.

So! Read, review, repeat—and I'll see you tomorrow night! (If I can think of something to write on)

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