The next day
She groaned with the aching pains her body was drowned in.
The woman casually leaned her delicate head against the cold, hard cement. She could hear the thud of a routine guard's footsteps gradually fading away in the distance, secretly begging for the sound to return. She didn't want to be alone, isolated in the darkness again.
As if reading her mind, he insisted with a greeting sigh.
"How are you doing today, my little dove?"
Her expression was defiant and that signature bravado of hers was showing. The scarlet beauty was quickly reunited with his enigmatic green eyes in the dimming cell room, and the flickering candle light. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
One corner of his lips turned up—that kind of irritated but slightly amused smile of his. "Well I'm glad you've come to that realization. You should soon learn to adjust to this tower, and those guards—you'll be here a while and I promise you that."
The woman spat, with venom in her blood. "I'm not some kind of toy that you could play around with Jellal. I'm not yours. And you are not mine."
He narrowed his eyes. "So you insist that you have no such interest in me? I don't believe it."
"Believe what you want then."
"I can tell you're lying. I've always been able to. And those kisses seemed pretty real to me." He winked at her, in a taunting manner. The way she denied her true feelings was quite an amusing ploy in his eyes.
"Like I said—believe what you want. You have no idea how badly I wanted to kill you, ever since you kicked me off this damned tower."
Even though it was true to some extent, she had diminished such intentions after a while. It hadn't been worth it.
"Oh?" His voice was inquisitive and very interested in what she had to say. Her threats were mere mockery coming from a flustered little girl who tried to make excuses and empty threats.
"Tell me more about it then. Tell me how I'm still alive after all those years. "
"You've only made it this far because you're a coward—having other people doing the bidding for you." She bit back harshly.
Broadcasting to the world that he would attempt to make amends by fighting the darkness that enveloped peoples' hearts—it was all a façade. She didn't understand it. Why did he try so hard to convince the world of his 'new' ideology? He was a coward. He was the lowest of the low and he lied right to her face. A snappy retort was on her lips, and then it escaped. Something was telling her not to look away this time, it wasn't the distress of the terrifying man standing before her, it was just… intuition.
His face had been uncomfortably close to hers again.
His firm hands took ahold of her chin more delicately now, tilting her face so that his intense emerald eyes would remain in direct sight of her own startled ones. His glare was burning with passion, and the way he touched her… it was the same. The same as she always remembered. It often reminded her of the pure Jellal she'd always cherished and loved, the Jellal she could never get out of her mind. Under all that perceived anger—there was a different story. She needed to break these insufferable chains. They suffocated not only her movements, but her very soul.
Through the split of his most decidedly vulnerable second, Erza's powerful and free knee cracked up the arch of his legs. It was a panic reflex, that's all she could say. While he had been busy with the bursting pain in his groin, she bravely kicked him in the mouth with the other foot. His unsuspecting stature collapsed to the ground like Achilles on the battlefield of Troy. And for quite a while he lay, groaning in pain.
She admired the masterpiece from her suspended position and found herself inwardly smirking as she noticed a trail of red liquid dripping down his mouth. His body keeled over in the perplexing pain. One of his arms was gripping onto his pulsing manhood in order to soothe the irritation and the other hovering over his mouth.
His hazel eyes dreadfully travelled upwards from the ground to her bold features looming over him, and observed the scarlet haired woman with a deathly gaze. He read her victorious expression with frivolous effort and poised his body to stand. Jellal's figure remained calm and collected, and she swore she could see another smile forming on his features despite that ruining countenance of his.
Without another moment's notice Erza felt the immediate searing sensation rip across her left cheek, eyes watering and unwanted tears grazing down her reddened face.
"Strike me again—and I promise you I will deliver punishment more atrocious than you will have ever experienced."
The woman was slightly shaken, she desperately urged to soothe the pain, burning and growing on her sensitive skin. She wanted to remain firm and resolved, trying her best to maintain a poker-face, but he had surprised her just as much as she had. No one in the world would expect Jellal to ever strike her like that—not ever. There was a dreadful aura that resembled over Jellal. It was more like a curtain slowly revealing the genuine being that was hiding behind. And the more she tested his patience the faster this curtain would expose his true malevolence.
She missed the softness of this man. The kindness, the thoughtlessness of his actions and the duty to his guild as a true member of justice. But it was all for naught.
Erza bit her lip to drown the pain away, and she could barely hold in the pain now. It was that toxin that he snaked in her body—it was the mental exhaustion she had been enduring—it was the lack of magical strength—all of these components contributed to her unbearable sensitivity and weakness.
As his ears sucked in the sound of her silence, he took that she understood her punishment.
He left the woman to her misery, hanging by her chains like dead meat in butchery. Like she was a toy only meant for entertainment.
How pitiful.
…
"What in Mavis' name— " Bellowed the guild master. His eyes were vivaciously scrolling through the list of competitors for both Fairytail A and B. He compared who had showed up to the tournament—and who hadn't. "They're still not here!?"
"What do ya' mean, pops?" questioned a certain onyx haired mage, who had been suiting his new battle attire as he arrived the group discussion.
"We're missing some people. Erza, Natsu and… Mystogan." Laxus answered for his grandfather—though it was obvious who they were. It was no use in saying that name. They all knew who Mystogan really was.
Mirajane was a little skeptical of the red-headed knight. She knew this tournament meant everything to her—and she wouldn't miss it even if it meant knocking a few buildings over. She wanted to say something, but found herself interrupted by a buff and large looking man with his exceed.
"Have anyone of you seen Erza and the two idiots?" Barked Gajeel, obviously irritated with this new predicament. He wouldn't tolerate tardiness—especially with something so important to him. "The tournament is about to start, so if any of you know anything spit it out!"
Most of the guild had been standing in a hidden alleyway of Crocus, all rambling about and discussing who had seen the last of the three. And there were others—who would discuss being next in line to join one of the two glorified teams. Some of the lesser known, yet powerful guild mates could have easily jumped at the chance to join in on the action, but that wasn't the right thing to do.
Levy, Macao, and didn't know where they were either. They were all almost always either up to date with the situation of the guild, or with them for the majority of the time. So if they weren't informed, then fat chance the rest of the guild knew anything either. And happy wasn't even there—he had to be with the dragon slayer.
So no one knew.
No one had a damn clue, and the time was slowly ticking down.
What if Erza and Natsu couldn't make it in time? Or even Mystogan!?
And why hadn't he even showed up? Wasn't he the most respectable of the three, as far as she had known?
"Quiet! Quiet, all of you!" The guild master interrupted their childish bickering. "Now is not the time to argue amongst ourselves, and we must settle this as a civilized guild. I know most of you will be disappointed—including myself—but we must condense our two participating teams into one like everyone else."
Yeah, that was a solution but... what if they never return?
"But we need them!" complained a little twelve year old girl. It was true. The deadline was approaching at a deadly rate, and they still didn't have any of their powerhouses to participate.
"This is the only option we have, Wendy." Lisanna placed an apologetic hand on her shoulder. "We'll just have to win the Grand Magic Games without them!"
One of the noticeably quiet members, Lucy, had been more worried than anyone else. The internal struggle of her past choices and options were raging about—about her decision to stay and not help the hopeless teammate who had left her in the middle of the night. Natsu had been suspicious of her disappearance since the beginning—and she didn't even bother to go along.
She paused. Her heart was pounding against her chest.
What if something really did happen to them?
Would this mean it had inevitably been her fault since she hadn't helped him in the first place!?
Oh—oh god—she messed up.
...
Two days later.
Jellal entered again, with the same smug look on his face once his eyes made contact with her lifeless body. The cart of food was yet again brought to her cell. She didn't want to eat, but needed to. She needed to survive.
She wanted to hurt him. Whatever this man did made her steam and go off into a silent rampage. "Give me weapons, my armor, my magic back—give it all back to me and we are on equal footing. And I won't see you as such a sizable coward that you are now!"
"Not so fast—Scarlet. I was feeling a little bad that you've had these chains on for so long. But you've only proved that you can't handle the freedom of movement."
"Just give me one chance!"
He placed a long finger to his lip as if in deep thought, and it almost looked like he was considering her suggestion, but taking into account what kind of man he really was, her wishes were a far cry from reality. "Suppose that you were whole—suppose that you had all of your weapons and your magic—it might have been a great fight. But you're forgetting the simple fact that you will always lose to me Erza." His spiteful words were full with malice, and his possessively green eyes travelled up and down her heaving form. "You should quit trying to talk your way out of this, because what you want is never going to happen."
His firm stature bent over and plucked one of the broken remnants of her armor from the ground—its silver decadence struggling to shine in what very little light that had shone in the room. His thumb caressed the baroque engravings. As time wore on, her armor began to fall apart as it was comprised of retained magical capability which wasn't present, unfortunately for Erza.
Her beautiful armor… reduced to ashes and scraps by this abomination of a man, and he didn't even once try to poke at it. It was his fault. And yet it was her fault all the same, for even eating the damned strawberry cake. Her chocolate eyes had fumed with animosity
"Same goes for you." She nonchalantly muttered.
"Oh? So you're saying you'll find a way to escape this tower—who will save you. Your friends?"
An earnest laugh escaped his lips, the genuine and amused kind, but not for the delightful reasons one would think.
She was quiet. She'll find a way out of here. She didn't know how, but she had to.
Fingertips suggestively roamed her curves once again, but stopping just above her lower area no man ever dared to reach. Almost like he was adhering to that very unspoken rule, and if he dared to persist with that action, very dire consequences would ensue. He hummed softly in admiration of the waiting beauty, unseen by mere hand and material work. But if he did, it's not like she was going to be belligerent of it.
"Even if you did manage to escape this room. What then?" He paused, and inserted much of what she had acknowledged as arrogance on the tip of his tongue. The metal was crushed between the cave of his fingers and left to pieces for the cold cement to swallow. He chuckled softly, taunting her in his own satirical way. "Swim your merry way back to the shores of Akane? You're a typical airheaded woman, just like the rest of your deadbeat clan you blindly follow."
"I've taken enough bullshit from you Jellal. An entire life time of it is enough to make me not give a rat's ass about what you say about me anymore. But when you insult my friends—you've already crossed the line." She seethed in hate.
He smiled at this. Each insult he threw was making the anger flow out even more, and he loved to see her so passionate about Fairytail. How exhilarating it is to know he had finally ripped her away from her happy-go-lucky guild in conclusion to the rootless little life she had lived.
"Did the bad man insult Erza's friends?" He taunted, puckering his dangerous features. "Don't make me laugh. You don't need them. All you need is me—someone stronger, powerful and more dependable than that pathetic trash you call Natsu Dragneel."
"The only trash around here is you, you fucking coward!" She spat back at him, the deepest fires from hell had been raging in her brown eyes, something fierce and indestructible. And if it were not for these chains, she would pounce down and rip his throat out for saying things so despicable. She held a form of detest for the man than ever before, in her life.
He tsked her. "It seems your vocabulary consists of only vulgar words and insults."
"They're only befitting for a vulgar man such as you." Her molten brown eyes seared into his golden green .
"Oh, you didn't like what I've done for you? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me, Erza. You wanted me to take you, didn't you?"
"You're disgusting—a crude excuse for a human being." She heated insanely quick, not realizing how deeply colored she had gotten in the face. She may have tried to appear calm then, but he had a feeling she'd already killed him a hundred times in her head."
"Here you are, with your lovely red cheeks denying whatever truth is thrown at you."
"For what reason should I remain submissive to the enemy? To you—Jellal? I'm not that person that you've always wanted me to be." Fiercely replied the brave knight knowing she was submerging herself into dangerous waters. He didn't appear to be making a move, but it was clear that his patience was thinning.
"You're threatened with the presence of authority and you respond as any willful child would. You reject, you deny, and you throw a tantrum." Her eyes were closed, but she sensed his sharp and intelligent eyes boring into her skull like fire. "I never expected you to express such immaturity, Erza. Wouldn't a smarter person be keen on following their captor's orders instead of digging a deeper hole for themselves? What self-purpose does it really serve?"
She raised her voice and her livid heart in a state of turmoil, a lump forming at the base of her throat. "People die around you, you do nothing, you feel nothing, and you say nothing. I react this way because I want to express the deep hate—no… the disappointment that I have for you, in your growth as a human being. That's why."
"Growth isn't necessary when you've already reached the pinnacle of your existence. Nothing matters anymore when I've already achieved what I've strived for."
She felt Jellal's forceful lips crash down on her soft ones with passionate hunger, ignoring all of her protests and admiring all of her surprised gasps. She tried to lean away from him, however, the chains provided much restriction to her movement. He only pulled her closer and more deeply into his lips. His subtle and dexterous fingers felt for the fabric ends of her upholstery, she didn't sense them at first but they were there and slowly pulling away at her bindings.
Erza shoved against his movements and sealed her lips shut without portraying even an ounce of participation. "J-Jellal!"
Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. She kept tugging her fists, jerking at her shoulders, shoving against his hard chest. None of this worked. His hold on her was overwhelmingly powerful and enervating, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Her skimpily bound chest pressed against his, her exposed neck curved to the side and surely allowed him access to her sensitive regions. The man's primal instincts grabbed reign of the logical part of his mind, and that body of his was once more aroused by the fragile looking woman. He wasted no time with her.
"Mmh-" He growled, his voice was hoarse and full of intensity. A pink tongue slid between his lips, licking them suggestively, and started down her doll-like neck.
The all-too powerful man had been distracted by her simple and sensual actions, and grinned when he found one of her creamy legs rub up against his hip. Like claws, his fingers were deep in her fleshly thigh and ground it against his willing sexuality. He wanted the other one to wrap around him as well—and then he would be centimeters away from that little golden spot every man in the world strived for.
How long and soft her legs were.
His dirty mind was relentless with visions of her body, reaching full nudity where she would be on top of him. His mind obsessed with the thought of how they would feel if she were straddling him. He bit his tongue to control that beast that was willing to rip her to shreds.
There had been more touching, here and there, and Jellal found his fingers trek along the curvature of her spine—and then—under her bindings. Then, they hovered over the hemlines of her underwear. "You look heavenly." The man paused from his graceful position at the base of her navel, glaring up at her with his forest eyes. Her scarlet hair had been freed from its circular binding, shrouding her abdomen and his face like a waterfall.
She whispered in her fragile voice, a lie she found herself repeating over and over again. "I don't love you, Jellal."
"Oh, you don't love me?" The cosmic mage asked, irritated, though his ego showing more than it ever had. "Your body's saying otherwise." And if to prove a point, he pulled the white lengthy cloth and proved the taboo could be conducted only by him, and no one else. And with that, her breasts remained there, exposed and available at his full expense.
The man grinned once more at the sight of her natural beauty, that dangerous smirk of his playing on his features like a starving child.
Her face flushed to a deep tone of crimson as her ample breasts were exposed to the brittle air. He took her in hungrily, his olive orbs ravishing her nudity like a wolf—and he couldn't help but smirk at the disbelief form in his feeble captive's eyes.
She was unbelievably beautiful.
Another bulk of heat washed over her cheeks in humiliation.
"Erza" Purred the man as he noticed her obvious discomfort. The white bindings were tossed aside and landed in a place possibly never to be seen again. "We've already seen each other in our barest forms. There's no need to be embarrassed, is there?"
That reality alone was enough to perplex the knight. Without a second thought she'd be naked around her fellow guild mates Natsu, Gray, Lucy. Who even cared? They were all human beings and there was nothing to fret about. However Jellal was an entirely different story, and she couldn't explain why she felt so uneasy while nude around him. Perhaps it was the imminent threat of…of…
She was startled when he continued his loving motions.
His crude hands had snaked down the sides of her winding abdomen and up her toned abs…slowly and delicately as if she were a fragile doll. It was sickening that these once innocent hands travelled over her like an objectified item, and despite these unnerving feelings, she still felt no resistance to the hot red blush creeping up to her cheeks.
"What are you doing!? D-don't you dare touch me there!' hastily demanded Erza, not sure if she sounded angry or succumbed to the sensations. He wasn't going to comply regardless of what she said, at least not while her ability to retaliate had been negated.
"Oh come now, you won't have to go through this if you just surrender yourself to me." His lips cruised along a certain vein in her fragile neck. "Aren't these chains hurting your wrists? I know how badly you want to wrap your arms around me, Erza. All you have to do is just say it."
He slowly goaded her in, but she said nothing. She wasn't going to give in.
Those skillful hands of his slowly, but surely, approached her plump breasts and in doing so, caused the woman to blush and bite harshly at her lip. He was going to touch most of her private areas and it had been all at her own expense. He was going to have his own way with her, and she had no choice but to watch and have her body be ravaged by this crude man like him. The thoughts swirled rampantly in her mind, reminding her of herself how depressing the next chapter of her life was going to be.
As If to provoke her even further, two fingers pulled sharply at her beautiful, erect nipples.
This earned him a highly pitched yelp from Erza, something so feeble sounding didn't come from a woman like her and it only caused his smile to widen. His pants felt tight at the sound and sight of the masterpiece unfolding before him, and he wanted to take her right then and there but proved it to be a waste. A work of art such as Erza should be dealt with delicacy and passion, and should not be rushed as if it contained no value.
He massaged her sizable breasts, knowing each one deserved his tender treatment. Her lovely pink buds stood erected and shriveled, and then the man proceeded to lick them to get even more of her desirable sounds. His rough tongue flicked her hard tips teasingly, and sucked on each mound, much to her embarrassment. She made attempts to suppress her noises possibly wanting to appear stronger than she actually was, but he knew the sensations were conquering the woman's insolent demeanor. He knew a woman's weaknesses and Erza had been no exception to that.
Firm hands clutched the sides of her feminine back. She could feel herself being pulled closer to his body—if that was even possible—and his hot, wet mouth leave her now cold nipples. The man pursued a trail of burning hot kisses up her neck and finally, claiming her lips in a fiery embrace. She shivered. The way he took care of her body baffled her to no extent, like he had long been her devoted husband and an experienced lover all at once. Heated breaths swept across her skin, and before long, she could hear his silver voice address her once more.
"Enjoying yourself, my dear?"
With a smug look on his face he glanced up at Erza, adorably ashamed and if he could guess, a small involuntary gasp of approval as he questioned her. The sounds she made were clear evidence that she wanted this, more than he had, and there was no need for a reply, but it was fun to taunt her. After all, this had been the mighty Erza he had imprisoned within his tower.
He smiled haughtily at her powerless frame. Her actions fueled his prideful egotism like oil to a fire.
"Ah—" Erza delightfully gasped once again. The red-head was almost too shocked to move when he kissed her on the lips, but it hadn't been the kiss that made her react that way, it was the phenomenon that manifested from below. As he claimed her lips, the frisky dark mage pressed his bulging groin against hers and expressed the arousal she so easily caused.
Erza noticed this as well, she noticed his own arousal the moment he pressed himself against her, but she couldn't move. Her body couldn't move, though she had been burning hot underneath her frozen skin.
Now, as the merciless captor of hers pulled back, Erza expected to another long kiss to attack her face very shortly, but his tongue only glided her jawline, he marked her soft neck with hickeys and coasted down the delicate trail in which the destination seemed indefinite. Each kiss would bring him closer to the hidden treasure; she feared, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
Her heart continued to hammer at her chest, knowing that her dear childhood friend was eliciting such reactions. She inhaled. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she came to a disconcerting realization. The only obstruction between their skin—a few skimpy folds of cloth. And that was it.
He was really going to do it.
"You have to stop this." The woman whispered softly, and almost as if in utter defeat.
The bluenette paused dead in his tracks and pulled back to observe his ever so flustered beauty. Being eye to eye and almost leveled with their heights, she had a stunning view of his face and the burning lust growing in his eyes.
He stopped.
She bought herself more time.
"I've waited seven years for you. Seven years."
"This isn't the right way to go about this, Jellal." The woman breathed in short gasps, trying her best to center the blurred vision of Jellal, who'd leaning towards her. She knew it was impossible to convince someone whose ears had been closed off long ago, but tried regardless.
"Oh? How should I go about this then?" His eyebrows raised, curiously the man remained quiet for what other nonsense she had left spouting from her mouth.
"If you have some longstanding grudge against me for whatever I have done to you in the past, please let me know. We can resolve them together. Isn't that why we're here!?"
Jellal's laugh pierced the silent air, surprising the bewildered Erza. "You are a traitor Erza, a deserter to my cause, and that is why you are here." He said as the animosity dripped off each and every word, and his lips cruised along a certain large vein in her fragile neck to startle her. The tingly sensation of his lips, they teasingly travelled up the weakness of her delicate neck—it was torture. The stellar mage lugged his fingers along her suspended arms and enclosed her stinging joints, though as delicately as he had ever been. "You don't deserve said happiness; you deserve to be in this cell."
"A traitor to what cause!? Your desire to resurrect the dark mage died long ago, had it not? For what purpose am I defying you!?"
The woman had several shivers ring up her spine as he continued to roam her body, and those adventurous hands of his traced her curves, hips and then halted on her inner thighs. It was all moving so fast for her and had no idea where all the sudden audacity had come from. "Jellal… please!" The woman harshly whispered, and had a feeling her pleas fell on deaf ears.
A roaming finger found its way to her nether regions and the woman held her breath for about a second, having her mind register his sudden intrusive actions.
"It seems that you need special attention down here. Very special attention—" His voice was husky, and it sounded purposefully seductive as it reached her ears.
Suddenly a long finger glided the concealed opening of her feminity, a shiver clawed its way up her spine upon contact, and then she whimpered as the blissful feeling rippled throughout her body. The dark mage passionately rubbed her warmth and gradually to center of her womanhood as he knew that very weak spot like it was an extension of his own body. Her face pressed against an arm, and made an unsuccessful attempt to hide her evident humiliation from the man. She bit her lip at the light feeling that consisted between her legs, and no matter how often she would convince herself the feeling didn't exist, it certainly did. She couldn't fake the ecstasy rushing through her veins, even from a vulgar man such as Jellal.
A collection of moans spilled into the air, fueling her emotions and churning his repressed desires.
His finger chafed against the cloth that protected her womanhood, and slowly, his finger inserted into her covered slit. The finger went in, and out slowly, it clashed against her undergarments but only proved to accentuate the sensations. The more friction caused was seemingly proportional to how damp the cloth had gotten, and also to the sounds that would escape her soft, pink lips. His searing fingers bit at the sensitive of her skin, they crawled under the hem of her lingerie. She had a sharp intake of breath at the sudden rush of air cold skimmed her opening, blushing wildly as she tried with all her might to close the gap between her legs.
Once again, that adventurous index finger of his teasingly rubbed against her folds, repetitively it went, back and forth it would cause her legs to instinctively snap together from the intrusion. No matter. His fingers could still slide through her wet crease between her closed stands and continue to arouse her.
Curiously, his eyes shot up to the very petrified Erza who knew nothing of being pleased in such an intimate manner. She knew nothing of it at all. He could tell. Her perfectly symmetrical features highlighted her round face, rare scarlet hair that he'd come to love so much, her cute, plump lips were being bitten constantly, and her rosy cheeks heated to dangerous levels. He could tell she was very embarrassed. He loved it. He loved seeing her like this, and she never ceased to instill in him a sense of interest.
Despite her ramblings, Jellal gripped firmly onto the back of her thighs, pulled them apart and hoisted them up against her stomach so that he could be given a clear view of her precious jewel. Her legs had been parted like the red sea, and her eyes widened at the thought of him being so absorbed into such an area. She felt so indecent, so lewdly exposed that she wondered if this was reality at all.
Proceeding to the next level, the eager blue mage lowered his face to meet with the object of any man's desire. She was the vitamin, and he was a depraved man who needed his nutrition; it was the only way he could survive now. Her strewed thighs absorbed the heat that was emitted by his face, and the same would be for Jellal as he observed her burning core.
"My my, Erza. I didn't know you were such a naughty girl." Shrewd and insulting words escaped his lips, his smile schemed on in a lecherous manner, and the way he rolled her name off his tongue was smooth and sensual in her ears.
What amazed him was how wet and excited she had gotten, and he was none other than the cause of her conspicuous arousal. Erza wanted to deny such accusations; she wasn't as vulgar as Jellal to be reacting in such a way. She wanted to protest, to speak her thoughts, to deny him the right to speak, but such a thing never occurred.
Her open mouth gaped open like a draw bridge, halted gasps remained in the midsection of her throat, and instead, silence filled the void and the woman could only crane her neck to view what Jellal was about to do within the next few moments .
Erza jolted roughly, her veins suddenly feeling like they were on fire. The sudden action caused the bashful night to turn beet red, her mouth widened as her endearing eyes simultaneously shut from the embarrassment. She couldn't believe he was placing his tongue down there. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? How could he be so vulgar!? Bundles of red hair obstructed her face, and she was damn glad about it. It hid her embarrassment perfectly. One would even confuse the crimson locks with her cheeks; they blended well with her reddened skin.
Before she could continue with her harsh chastisement, she paused. The feeling was… intoxicating. Her insides felt the heat pool around her lower areas, and knew the feeling had been too good to not be considered moral of two innocently intertwined, childhood friends. The prideful knight had been ashamed to sink herself to such an obscene level, it felt overwhelming, it controlled her judgment and rationale…
The sensation was all too compelling, and she found unable to ignore it anymore.
She slowly moved her pelvis closer to the source of pleasure, and in her, it expressed a feeling she could never describe. It was a feeling she had no words for, she could only accept and welcome it. The sensation convulsed again and again, wave after wave it would slowly force her heart as well as her mind into submission. Her body wanted this too much. Way too much.
So why wasn't she stopping it?
Her lower regions were throbbing for him—it was because of that skilled tongue of his.
And she hated that it could make her feel so good.
And now she knew why she felt so good. It embarrassed her that her childhood friend was doing such lewd things to her. It was Jellal that made her do this. It was Jellal who she'd come to love and long for, that forced her to react this way.
As he dipped his tongue through her tightness, inquisition ravaged his mind, wondering how well she could suppress herself to the yearning that he had been handling in secrecy. His spectacularly skilled tongue went to work on her clit, toying and teasing, torturing the poor woman into horrible submission. Sucking it into his mouth made her whimper in pleasure, rolling it between his teeth made her moan like never before.
Jellal responded to her in eager support, gladly he pushed his tongue in the exposed slit. His pink muscle teasingly grazed her pink opening, but as she became familiar with her pink bud of fantastic sensations, he recalled his pleasure making muscle back into his mouth, as if to tease her more.
It was almost unbearable for him, as it had been for Erza, and he considered ripping her through right at that very moment. But she deserved more service and treatment, and so he would work her until every piece broke down. Two long fingers rested on her hidden treasure, and unexpectedly plunged into her soaking petals, Erza, stunned and shocked, sent a shrilling scream into the air as a sudden pain accumulated within her inner walls. They pulled out slowly and sharply back into the warm hole, and each stroke, a stronger wave of sensations shooting out from her womb. Faster and faster as they went, the pain seceded and quickly replaced with pleasure.
Her hips bucked as he deft through a weak spot, her body trembled with the extreme knot of pleasure building in her pelvis. Her mind drew blank when each new wave of pleasure struck head on, and now, any idea of a civilized reaction to her abductor was abandoned. Loud noises were exposed to the air, and at this rate, they would grow even louder. Would the whole tower be able to hear them? Erza blushed madly at this and attempted to muffle her already uncontrollable moans.
Jellal had been watching her like a hawk now; he eagerly continued with his rapid trips through her tight passage, he knew she had tried to bite her lips in a meager attempt to conceal their filthy activities. His goal was to taste and devour, to explore the all the wonders of her divine body. He cherished this girl and he could never trade her away—not even for all of the gold or jewels in the world. Nor would he ever let another man look at her the way he did. She was completely his and his alone. And she was going to cry for him. She was going to sound her pleasures of her possessor, and he would allow the whole world to listen lest they question what it was he owned. She propelled another moan into the air, interrupting his thoughts. It only made him thirsty and impatient to claim his pride and joy, and to claim what's rightfully his.
When she could no longer contain the bliss, she let the pressure go. The constricted feelings were enhanced, stacked one upon another until it all finally collapsed. Her love juice had poured out of her slit, down her thighs, and stained the cement an even darker color around her feet. A song of pants and breathy gasps would fill the dreadfully silent room again, all centered round the beautiful requip knight, chained like a slave to her master. And that's exactly who Jellal thought she was. She was a slave. She was his slave, and that idea was etched into his mind like an unrelenting shackle.
Jellal brushed his hand on his undershirt to wipe away the human discharge, and felt a sense of glorified accomplishment flourish his ego. To further grace his eyes with her shapeliness, he took a step back to observe the finest, most expensive art uplifted in its barest form. He hungered for everything about her. He noticed her lip biting action—one of many he'd come to notice, and he loved it. Soon he would be biting those lips, and soon those lips will cry out for him as they fully embraced each other. She called his name sensually, over and over her feminine voice resounded in his mind. It turned him on even more; in all honesty, it would be hard enough for any man not to show any excitement.
He crushed into her plump lips yet again as he found himself unable to repress his malicious thoughts. Slowly, he became more aggressive. This time, Jellal allowed her one intake of breath and quickly planted his lips above hers once again, the flustered girl gasped hungrily at her lack of oxygen. He felt a pinching pain in his bottom lip, and came to realize that she'd bitten it to force his release. The woman assumed an irate mask; resentful and swathed in wrath this Fairytail mage was, absorbed into receiving her revenge and continued to glower at him with disgust now that she had been ridden of the bliss of an orgasm.
Her half-lidded eyes were ensnared by his fixed, serious gaze, she could feel them roving all over her body as if she were some experiment in a scientific laboratory. These unyielding, treacherous chains weren't showing any signs of letting loose, however, they had been a perfectly secret excuse to allow for the woman to bear the undertaking of such a man that abducted her. "Don't you dare touch me again." The woman harshly whispered through her teeth, her face tilted down but her daring brown eyes were glaring up at the blue-haired demon, all during which a swirl of curious thoughts swam through his mind.
Like a rebellious pup that bit her master in the hand, she did so in the lip to prove her seeming defiance. However. Jellal knew that she had only attempted to conceal such ardent feelings with that of hostile assertiveness, to prove how much she truly hated his being. He knew how she felt deep inside that complicated mind of hers. He knew the truth very well, and that's why he only laughed as her fury unfolded on that distorted yet beautiful face of hers.
The insults she threw—conceited and brave—and completely insistent of her dire situation continued to be of entertainment for Jellal Fernandez. He couldn't stop thinking about how much she changed, how mentally progressed she was, how prideful she was, and how mature and brave she grew up to be. Even though it had been difficult dealing with that bravado of hers, he found it unbelievably attractive to witness it firsthand.
"I don't believe you held such feelings towards me a few minutes ago." A wet tongue glided along his lip, tasting the remnants of the blood from when she'd nipped at him.
Erza hadn't realized the crease between her eyebrows furrowed even deeper as the torturous moment dragged on, and she pursued to chew on her own abused lip. His deep-set olive eyes continued to be of foreboding nuisance to Erza, who certainly struggled to find the right words to say to contradict such an intimate statement thrown at her face. It was true. She reacted in the worst possible ways, and now she had convinced the demon that she had fully surrendered her body to him. "You didn't tell me to stop kissing your neck, your chest, and your thighs." He continued with his onslaught of words, with a look of satisfaction plastered upon his already conceited features. "You didn't command me to stop when I forced my digits inside your—"
Erza shunted the rest of his sentence out the tower and continued with her own fragile and assertive voice. "You're sick, and a twisted man Jellal."
Jellal admitted a short winded exhale and a simultaneous laugh at her serious nature. "You're only reiterating old news. And if this means sullying myself with darkness to get what I want—" He paused, trepidation ringing in his dark voice, his piercing green eyes narrowing. His burning hot finger traced the contour of her cheekbone and down her jawline, enticingly and knowing without a worry in the world, that she wouldn't be able to retaliate. "—then I would do it without a care in the world."
She knew exactly who he had been referring to as her heart began beating wildly against her poor rib cage. The feeling of being objectified overwhelmed her. Her body was not a commodity. Her body wasn't a toy to be tampered with whenever the urge prompted him to do so, and it infuriated her that she couldn't do anything about it.
His haunting face hovered just above her exhausted one, his lips barely brushing against the abused lips of his lover's, and simultaneously cocking his head to the side. And now that her caramel eyes were unwavering and open in their very defiant way, his distracting tattoo was closer than it had ever been. She would try to distance her view away from his uncomfortably close position, but there was a solid cement wall between her body and any possible freedom.
Boundless red locks were scattered around her drooping shoulders, and coiled around her peaking breasts and ceased just above her waist. She was a mess, and she could practically feel it all around her. She didn't want to know what she looked like, and if she were to, she'd just be even more disgusted with herself and what she'd just done.
What was he going to do now?
Was he going to take her?
He wanted her to suffer now as he had, as he had been enduring the pain of not being able to take a goddess like body such as Erza's as quickly as he wanted. His groin grew taught almost painfully for her, and the way she reacted to him stirred the vilest intentions. Despite the pulling at his flesh, the dark mage composed himself, flattened out his cloak and swept his navy locks back. He placed his soft lips upon hers once again, as he could steal a kiss from her whenever he wanted, throwing one last smile at the distressed dove before walking to the entrance of cell. And with that, the metal fence slammed, the sharp clang being the last sound she would hear for a while.