WARNING, Lemon included in this chapter. But if you're still reading and made it this far, might as well read ;)

A bit of a short chapter, but it does well with content.

Enjoy, my lovely readers.

(PS, cliff hangers everywhere)

As if narrating a story in a fruitful voice, he gave the woman his utmost attention. "Here I stand witness to the most horrible scene in my childhood. But I know it was worse for you. I couldn't do anything but hear you—Erza. I heard everything. I just watched through the crack of the chamber doors, helpless and afraid through these childlike eyes of mine."

Strangely, under all the pressure—his knuckles tenderly brushed her cheek and tucked a fiery red lock behind her ear.

"Jellal… stop…" Her eyes widened in disgust. She thought… she thought that skeleton would remain forever buried.

How… could he have known?

She closed her eyes to reduce the pain .She didn't want the remorse to shine like a beacon in her eyes.

She felt the stress of her past coming back to envelop her in a horrible chokehold, but she couldn't allow for that to happen again.

"Look at me! I want you to open your eyes and look at me when I'm speaking to you." He demanded, his left hand excruciatingly tightened its grip on her wrists. She obliged so hesitantly. Her endearing chocolate eyes flew right open, to the memory that always remained rich with detail in her mind.

Jellal continued, his voice lowering to a harsh whisper, and kept his eye contact with the stone cold woman. "He strapped you down just like I did. Right on this table. He held your hands over your head—just like this." Jellal hauled a sash from his dark ensemble and gripped her hands, knotting them together in a cloth-like mess. He imitated the actions of his wordplay without fail. He tilted his head, the line of his lips thinning even more.

The memory was just as vivid in his head, as was hers.

His mouth came closing in for a kiss, but only grazed against hers as she angled her face away. In retaliation, they brushed against her jawline and down her white porcelain neck. His fingers desperately roamed her curves and winding roads with indecent intentions as they gave way to vile memories from the past.

"He started touching you, like this—" His dark brooding features was all she could focus on, and maybe not even that. The way he felt around her body was disgusting enough to make the woman shut out all sorts of senses attacking her skin. His hands hungrily made their way up along the small of her back to the tip of her spine, and then unzipped the white dress as the final curtain.

She had thousands of shivers all over her body as the cold air began to lick more areas of skin. His hips pressed against her legs, as thighs and the rest lay handing past the edge of the wooden dining table. He gripped the hem of the cloth that gently kissed her ribs and pulled downwards. He made an effort not to ruin it, as it was a gift he made himself out to get.

"Of course, he won't treat you as well as I can—" He paused, menacingly and loving all at once. It was such a strange combination of traits in a human being.

But was he really human?

"Please—Stop… Jellal." She begged with all her being. This was probably one of the most traumatic experiences in her childhood and this cruel man was using it against her.

"You haven't learned your lesson, my little dove." He strung his words wickedly, his playful and corrupted voice cleaved through the eerie quietude as if he'd finally been awarded with entertainment on platter. "So why? Should I stop only because I reminded you of what happens when you disobey?" Jellal had never felt such a pleasant rush of adrenaline course through his system, he wanted her to be scared of him, to fear him, to revere his power, and he could even blame it on this new yet overly familiar sensation that bore into his body. His body—his soul, craved for power.

He craved it now more so than ever, and that frame of mind that was now his new supplementary urged on to teach her a lesson. A lesson that would mean she would only dare turn him away if she considered her life worthless.

Her heavy pants were all that he could get out of her. He didn't mind it however. He loved seeing her like this. That haunted expression of hers was more than enough for Jellal to get a hard-on

Her soft lips finally opened up for him.

"How can you be so cruel?" She glared at him with a tearful expression, on the verge of a breaking point. He always wanted drag the almighty Titania down from her egoistic pedestal, and this was probably as close he'll ever get to dehumanizing her.

Jellal had no answer for her, however. Only a fierce kiss to be planted on her lips. He gave her kiss after kiss until he received them back—only then would she be offered even a single gasp for air. He didn't want to torment the girl for the sake of it, however.

He wanted her.

He wanted power over her.

He wanted her to swear allegiance.

He wanted to teach her a meaningful lesson, no matter how harsh the reality. And if she suffers, then so be it.

The woman let out a soft whimper as he roughly gripped her hips and pulled down her underwear. And for the first time, she was glad her hands had been restrained so that she wouldn't have to hold onto Jellal. She desperately wanted to latch onto the man but felt awful that the very idea of it sprung up in her mind.

The familiar buzz of the alcohol that had spread throughout her body and was already beginning to disperse. The heat never left, and Jellal wasn't helping either. His beautiful and terrifying face was looming close to hers, smirking.

He was a demon.

She gasped. His searing hot fingers had tightly gripped and rubbed her warm, creamy soft legs, and he held them wide apart. He stroked her satin, lustrous locks, and another hand wrapped around her waist, it gently caressed her skin with longing desire. He reveled in such a beautiful sight, in such a foolish but beautiful girl.

…

The halls were much more ominous than before, he thought. They were just as confusing though, as they seemed like a never-ending, winding maze to the top of the stronghold. Black rectangles would intrude the walls and occasionally leading to another dead end pathway, but his nose knew the right way to go.

He knew Erza was here.

She needed his help and he knew it.

…

His now muscled torso was suspended above her just as nude body. He glared down at her flushed face, and couldn't help but grin. He'd already finished inside her twice. Erza orgasmed just as often, if not more and loved every moment of it, just as Jellal had.

Her heavy pants could be heard in the giant ocean of a dining room. He closed in for heedless kisses, one after another. He released her lips, heeding to her almost faintly state. After he gave Erza moments to catch her breath, he crushed into her plump lips yet again, as she could only whimper and moan in arousal.

He will never be satiated with just her body. He hungered for her defiant mind. He hungered for her confidence, creativity, brevity, and her existence.

He hungered for her soul.

Boundless red locks were scattered and disheveled as they radiated towards the edges of the massive table. Her body was a sweaty mess and covered in slick liquid on every patch of skin. And her eyebrows seemed like they would be forever knotted into an embarrassing disapproval.

She involuntary let out a harsh gasp when his long finger rubbed her clitoris in a rhythmic motion. Intense pleasure was radiating from her womanhood once again, every time his finger rolled against her pink bead. She had no strength to maintain her sounds anymore. But it didn't matter because no one else was around to judge her.

Her groin constricted as she remembered the full length being inside—stretching and forcibly pulling at her innards. Her chocolate eyes caught a glimpse of his still throbbing member form the periphery of her vision and realized that he wasn't done yet. And so neither was she.

Jellal loved to hear her flustered moans just as much as he loved to see her naked body squirm under him. His groin twisted and turned almost painfully for her, the orgasm of his dearest was still fresh in his mind. He definitely wasn't done fucking her yet. He was actually never going to be done with her. She was much too desirable for him.

"I know you want me, just say it." He murmured softly in her ear.

His voice sent ripples of sensitivity down her body and reflexively sunk her head into shoulders, trying to shrug his face away.

He had no resistance as he positioned himself before her opening. Her body heaved up and down; the long red locks that shrouded her face were slick with sweat. "Just say that you love me. Because if you do…I promise I'll give you the world. Just the two of us."

"What kind of world consists of-of only two people?" She managed to gasp out.

"A perfect one, my dear Erza."

She was all his. Completely his now.

Her slit was heavily slicked and coated in juices from both bodies, he gave it a good inspection and deemed it ripe and ready for a third taking. He guided his cock to her entrance. He teasingly glided it along her glossy lips, but not too far. He wanted to see if she was really going to beg for him, to say those words that he longed for. Jellal had been watching her like a hawk, waiting for any sort of response. Any kind of movement.

Anything.

He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to be in that tight, hot crevice that was ready to suck him in again. Without another moment's notice, he hoisted her legs and laid them over his shoulders. The lust brimmed man groaned, he paused to adjust to this glorious, unbelievably tight feeling that overwhelmed him, regardless of how much he had rammed into her. Her body molded to him perfectly, lock and key. Erza gasped when she caught up with her voice. Her cry rang through the air and echoed the down the eerie hallway, she moaned for the whole world to hear, for Jellal to relish in his final achievements.

Her eyes stung with anguish; they tickled and itched as they streamed down her cheek. It was deniably blissful and dreadful all at once for lovely little Erza. She accepted him regardless.

He roughly to pounded inside her slick core; crudely he pulled out and slammed back in. As his massive force drilled deep inside, it knocked the breath out of her lungs. She could feel it pulsing inside of her, as if it were ceaselessly growing by the second.

Jellal growled. He impaled her womanhood without mercy, driving more force into his thrusts. His claw-like fingers seized her breasts and gripped them brutally; her savory skin was on fire under his touch. Her lusty moans reached his ears, her watery eyes shut tight. The stretched name of her lover escaped her lips, and her weak wide hips convulsed every time his firm pelvis rammed into her opening.

"Ahh—Ah…Ah!"

Her cries were chopped on every instant he slammed into her. His rigid cock stiffened with each thrust.

She was too delicious. The corrupted mage assaulted her relentlessly, wave after wave. Her inner folds lubricated his length, coating and wrapping it with its own natural fluids. Her outer folds latched his long member as he pulled out, and hugged it as he plunged his way back into her warmth.

Jellal casted his body over hers, his rugged chest flattened her colossal breasts. Her rock hard peaks rubbed against his body, back and forth, they flailed and bounced violently as he continued his erratic movements. Jellal had to admit that she felt really good, even though someone else arrived before him, he would make the most of her. He wouldn't be the first, but will be her last lover. Only he would have daily access to her goods.

He placed a violent kiss upon her lips, one truly driven with possession. Her sweet taste plated his mind, his hungry wet muscle traveled past his mouth and to her inner cave. The slickness explored her inner opening, dancing with her own tongue as he simultaneously pounded her second hole.

Slowly but surely, the pressure was starting to build up.

…

What could I possibly do!?

He could smell her!

He could smell that damn stink off Erza like no one else!

…

"Do you know why… why that happened Jellal?" Her breath felt like lead in her throat.

She glared at him for a second, hoping he would realize. Jellal narrowed his eyes in scrutiny of the unpredictable woman.

"I was the one who offered, Jellal."

"You…what?" This remained the only instance where he let himself go, and he's not sure why. Jellal was the type of man who would always remain calm and collected and especially when he held himself in Erza's presence. He never lost control for her, he never displayed such a release of emotion. And this new, yet familiar sensation had manifested in his being from the void, it completely released his trigger, and crushed his composure."

"I was willing to give up something precious of mine, and I would receive something in return. That is how the deal went."

His body straightened up above her, his hands at either side of the woman's delicate face. She looked up at him with those soft, passionate brown eyes. Sweet, Erza. Innocent, sweet little Erza had been willing to give up her virginity so that her friends would be given extra rations of food, so that they wouldn't starve to death.

"Erza… you were only eleven."

His jaw tightened. For the first time, Erza made him feel perplexed. Unable to control his emotions.

"But the thing is Jellal… you're doing exactly what that guard had done."

"I'm not— "

"Yes Jellal!" She whispered harshly, a true reality for the man before her. He was finally realizing. She reiterated once more, in a weaker voice. "You're doing exactly what he had done."

How could she have let someone do that to her? How could she be so… so…? His self-control was completely shattered. Before Jellal could have done anything else to her, he tentatively turned his head sideways to listen to occasional explosions resounding throughout the tower.

"Your friend is here." He murmured quietly, but expectantly as well. He redressed himself and ordered Erza to stand up immediately. He gave her the cue to get dressed as well, as anyone walking into a situation such as this would cause quite the embarrassing scene.

Erza didn't know how to react around Jellal. She vowed she would never tell him but… it didn't really matter what he thought of her anymore.

What was he going to do?