Disclaimer: Already stated it in the prologue, go back if you forgot what it was.

Queen: One down! Four to go! Next up is our favorite iron dragon slayer!

Ivy: He's the only iron dragon slayer.

Queen: Shut up!

Kit: How 'bout I just take all of them? I can handle it. *licks lips*

Ivy: You're just greedy.

Kit: Shut up!

Ivy: Nice comeback.

Leo: Stay away from my Freed, Kitsune.

Saph: Let's get on with the show before a brawl starts. Enjoy!

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Heat is a Bitch

"U~ugh!" Kitsune holds her stomach curling up in a tighter ball under the covers of her bed.

"You don't look too good, Kit." Ivy teases from the doorway to the bedroom. Her arms are crossed over her chest. She is dressed in tight booty shorts and a gray belly shirt.

"Fuck…you…" the red head groans, glaring from under the covers. "You're times coming, bitch."

Ivy shakes her head chuckling as she walks over to her flushed sister. She places her hand on the fevered head and sighs, "We're going to the guild. You stay here. I'll send someone to check on you in a few hours." They may fight, but they are still sisters. Seeing her strong, fiery twin reduced to such a state always breaks her heart.

Kit whimpers at the cool touch. "Thanks, sis." Ivy smiles softly and leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Kit listens as the four women leave the house. She waits for the front door to close before she throws off the covers. Struggling to her feet, she stumbles to the bathroom connected to her bedroom, each of the girls had one. She needed a shower and fast.

The other girls had just reached the guild hall. Leona went directly to Freed, who was sitting at a table talking to Bickslow. Seeing that her seat was taken, she blushes lightly and settles herself on her lover's lap. He smiles gently wrapping an arm around her hip to keep her situated. Avial goes and sits with her friend, Juvia, striking up a conversation. Saph takes her spot by Lucy and Erza, watching an excitable Natsu and naked Gray start a fight. Ivy walks straight to the bar claiming a seat next to the iron eating dragon slayer. Most thought they were an item with how well they seemed to get along and always sit next to each other. They nod to each other in greeting with matching smirks. Gajeel goes back to eating the iron Mirajane had given him.

Ivy waves Mirajane over to order her usual rum and coke, "Yo, Mira."

The white haired takeover wizard smiles and walks over, mug in hand. "Hello, Ivy. Where's Kit? Normally, she's shouting across the guild by now picking a fight with you."

Ivy chuckles softly, "She wasn't feeling well, so we made her stay home.

"Oh my, is she alright?" Mira asks her brow creased in worry.

Ivy waves off her concern, "She's bedridden right now, but she'll be alright in a couple days. Don't worry about her." Mirajane nods with her signature sweet smile before going off to fill more orders. Ivy takes a swig from her mug, noticing that the seat beside her is now empty. She smirks placing her drink down on the bar. She leans back on her elbows, observing the guild and mentally patting herself on the back.

Gajeel makes his way through Magnolia with his hands in his pockets. He sniffs the air and makes another turn, walking into the woods surrounding the city. Why was he doing this again? Oh yeah, he was wanted to check up on the fiery red head. It must be serious if it takes her down. He follows his nose, retracing the steps of the fours woman. He comes upon a clearing with a large log cabin in the center. He stops at the door.

His nose twitches. He catches the scent of cinnamon and smoky vanilla. The smoky vanilla, he knows is Kitsune's usual scent. He would always take a deep breath when she would walk by him in the guild. It's the cinnamon that is throwing him off. He takes a deep breath through his nose and feels his dick twitch in his pants. He ignores it and knocks on the door. When there is no response, he knocks louder. Again, no answer.

This time he opens the door. He is hit with that scent again, but stronger. Gajeel takes a few steps into the house and listens carefully. The sound of a shower reaches his ears, making him smirk. This new scent of hers is really getting to him. With each breath, he can feel his inner dragon awaken and growl in approval. His feet start moving on their own accord taking him closer to that delicious scent and the sound of showering.

He comes to a closed bedroom door. The cinnamon and smoky vanilla scent wafting from the room. The sound of the shower turning off stops him from entering for a moment. Gajeel licks his lips picturing the fierce woman in nothing. His dick twitches again, half hard. He opens the door quietly and has to cut off an aroused growl at the sight before him.

With her eyes closed, Kit stands in the center of a foggy room, making her seem almost surreal. A fluffy towel is wrapped around her, reaching about mid-thigh. Only a small knot between her breasts keeping it from falling as she dries her damp hair with another towel. Her skin is flushed from the hot water and release she had worked herself to. She feels better after her climax, but she knows it won't be long before her heat hits her again full force. She sighs throwing the towel from her hands into a hamper.

She freezes on her next inhale, a metallic scent assaults her nose. Her eyes fly open and stare at the intruder. Gajeel is standing just inside her room in his usual outfit, but it's the look in his red eyes that sends heat pooling in her loins. Having such a dominant and powerful beast in her room, when she is most vulnerable, short circuits her rational brain, leaving her relying on her demon slayer instincts. "Gajeel," she gasps.

Hearing his name gasped so deliciously by those plump lips makes him growl. He stalks towards her making her take a mirrored step back. The low growl makes her eyes widen. When he is far enough away from the door, she dashes around him and bolts down the stairs with him hot on her heels. She only gets as far as the bottom of the stairs when she feels a sharp pain in her scalp that makes her yip in shock.

Kitsune is pulled back by the hand in her hair into a hard body. "Where do ya think yer goin'?" A low voice growls in her ear. He catches the way she shivers and chuckles deeply.

She pants lightly feeling the pain in her stomach coming back with a vengeance because of the alpha male behind her. "I -pant- won't lie down –pant- that easily." She grinds out between breaths. The hand in her hair loosens enough for her to slip away when she elbows Gajeel in the stomach. She turns around to face her challenger. He rubs his stomach and grins wildly, which she matches with one of her own.

Gajeel lunges at the fire fox, tackling her to the floor. She quickly flips their positions trying to pin the iron dragon to the floor and keep her towel from slipping. Using that fact to his advantage, he rolls them over and pushes her arms above her head holding them there with his hands. He pushes his knee between her legs to complete immobilize the writhing woman. He growls deep in his chest which makes her shiver and stop moving.

Their tussling caused her towel to loosen. He eyes to fabric that is barely hanging on. He bows his head, not letting up on her arms knowing she'd try to get away, and nips at the corner of the towel opening it. It slides across her sensitive skin making Kit arch and whine.

Gajeel licks his lips hungrily. Her body is still flushed. Her breasts heaving with her labored breathes, nipples hard and begging for attention. A flat stomach leading down to a freshly trimmed pussy. The cinnamon scent of her arousal fogs his mind like an aphrodisiac. A soft whimper makes him look up at the face of his prey.

Her emerald eyes are dark, pupils dilated. Her pouty lips moist from licking at them and open as she pants. A pink tongue peeks out to lick at them again. Gajeel crushes his lips against her in a bruising kiss. Shoving his tongue into her mouth before she can react. Her tastes sent him spiraling. His inner dragon growling in approval at the spice hitting his tongue.

Kit mewls into the kiss. He is anything but gentle, exactly how she likes it. His sharp canines nipping at her lips, his tongue battling hers as he dominates her mouth. A string of saliva connects their mouths when he pulls away to breathe. The disheveled and utterly dominated look on her face make his instincts scream. Never one to ignore his dragon, Gajeel clamps his teeth down on her neck.

Pain shoots through the side of her neck. Kitsune screams, throwing her head back. She whimpers submissively as he licks up the pooling blood around his mark. This doesn't stop him. He delivers sharp nips, soothing with his tongue, as he works his way to one of her breasts. Kitsune arches into his mouth as moisture pools between her legs. The pain of arousal in her stomach cooling as her body heats up from his ministrations. She raises her hips, feeling his clothed erection against her wet lips.

A low groan emits from Gajeel lips. He thrusts against her for more friction, making her moan and wriggle below him. The two have been reduced to two animals rutting. He lets go of her wrists, eyeing her to make sure she would stay submissive. She stays where she is like a good bitch, receiving a hum of approval from the man above her.

Gajeel stands up and strips quickly, looking around the room noting that they were near the dining room. Kitsune takes in the sight of his naked glory. She has to rub her thighs together for some form of relief. He's packed with muscles. Large biceps, a strong chest, a defined six pack, a sexy Adonis lines, and his hard dripping length jutting from between to muscular legs. Gajeel looks down at his woman and smirks, "Like what ya see, bitch?" Kitsune nods mewling. His smirk widens at was a trembling mess he has turned the once strong woman into.

"Stand up." He orders, watching her struggle to stand on her shaking legs. Gajeel takes a handful of her hair again, dragging her against his naked body and devouring her mouth. Kitsune's moan is muffled by his lips. Her hands clawing at his body, needing to feel him. She rubs their bodies together, keeping their lips sealed. She can feel his cock digging into her stomach due to their height difference.

He takes a step forward, forcing her backwards until she feels something hit her ass. Before she can look, she is spun around and bent over the object, which turns out to be the table. She keens as her nipples are dragged across the cold rough surface compared to the smooth heated body behind her. Kitsune grips at the edge of the table, looking over her shoulder at the dominating man towering over her form. Her claws digging into the surface with ease.

Gajeel stares at the round ass on display before him and the glistening pussy between spread legs. He grips the base of his dick, teasing her pussy lips with the head of his cock, "Beg for it."

Kitsune bites her lower lip, raising her hips trying to get more pleasure. Smack! Kit yips in surprise, looking behind her with wide eyes at the animalistic grin on Gajeel's face, "I said beg." He spanks her ass again yanking another yip out of the demon slayer. He slaps her other cheek, groping the stinging flesh. Again and again, until she is crying and pushing her hips back for more. Gajeel chuckles at the sight, "Beg, Kitsune, beg for my cock."

"Please, Gajeel, please! It hurts! Fuck me please!" Kitsune begs whimpering, the side of her face resting on the cool table top. She lets out a strangled scream as he slams all thick eight inches into her dripping core. He doesn't give her any time to adjust. He starts a fast, hard pace that has the table creaking from the force of his thrusts. His hold on her hips is sure to leave bruises, but neither of them care. His groans and growls are drowned out by her moans and screams. He looks up and his thrusts falter for a second at the look on Kitsune's face. Her eyes are half lidded, hair splayed out like fire, face flushed, mouth open letting the sexy sounds spill out, and a small puddle of drool building on the table.

Kit feels her climax building and tries to warn Gajeel, but she can't form a coherent sentence. He seems to be able to read her body like an open book and know she is close without her saying a word. He reaches around and presses on her clit sending her over the edge with a scream of his name. White overtakes her vision as her body tenses with the force of her orgasm. Gajeel's forehead rests between her shoulder blades as he groans deep in his throat. He forces back his orgasm. Her walls tightening around his cock breaks what little semblance of control he had.

He pulls out ignoring her whimper of disappointment and throws her against the closest wall. He bends her in half, hooking her knees over his shoulders and rams into her even harder. Her head hits the wall with a dull thud as she screams, "GAJEEL!" Her hands claw at the wall leaving groves. Gajeel rests his forehead on her shoulder, pounding away trying to find his release in her velvety walls. She starts to clench around him again her legs trembling letting him know that she is on the edge again. He lets one of her legs fall of his shoulder and wrap around his waist pulling him deeper. He grabs her ass yanking her to meet his thrusts, his free hand massaging her breast.

Kitsune's mind is overrun by Gajeel, his scent, his taste, his dick deep inside her claiming her as his. She can hardly catch her breath. Each time she breathes in, it is forced out of her as a moan or scream of his name or broken variations of it. Her most base instincts screaming at her to bite him with her next climax, so that's what she does. Gajeel's callused fingers twist her nipple at the same time he thrusts deep enough to hit the back of her channel. She muffles her scream of ecstasy by burying her fangs deep into the muscles at the joint of his neck and shoulder riding out her orgasm. Gajeel climaxes with a roar, forcing his dick as deep as he can. Biting his mark he left earlier.

They crumble to the floor, Kitsune limp on his chest, as they catch their breaths. Gajeel rubs the bruises her left on her hips gently making her purr on top of him. He chuckles at her cute reaction. Kitsune sits up with shaky arms, looking down at the man that just mated her. She stares at the bite mark she left and gingerly touches the one on her neck. Gajeel watches through sleepy eyes. "You know, Gajeel," Kit leans forward a smirk growing, "demon slayers mate for life."

Gajeel smirks back, "So do dragon slayers."

Kitsune grinds down on his limp cock, slowly bringing it back to life, "Well, I'm in heat for the next two days, so I hope you're up for it." He moans head falling back against the floor. Suddenly, the pressure disappears, so he opens his eyes to look at her. She is standing at the base of the stairs with a sultry look and beckons him over. He sits up and growls, crouching on the floor. Just before he lunges at her again, she is running up the stairs taking two at a time. Gajeel slams into the wall and with a roar takes chase, grinning manically at her playful laughter. This must be love. That thought makes him freeze at the top of the stairs. Do I love her? He pictures her smiling, her fighting Ivy, the look on her face as he was fucking her. He remembers how worried he was when he thought she was sick. I do. I love the fiery bitch. A loud moan brings him back to the situation at hand. His woman is in heat and moaning somewhere in the house and he is not the cause of it. He growls and takes off in the direction she went.

When he catches up to her, she's already under the spray of another shower. Watering running down her body as she gropes her own breast with one hand the other between her legs. He growls loud and joins her in the shower blocking her from the spray. Kitsune opens one eye to look up at him and moans, "Gaje~el." He groans and reaches for her. She dodges by dropping to her knees before him. His hard length now at eye level.

She looks up at him with a saucy smirk, the dark lustful look in his eyes making her shiver. Kitsune brings her attention back to the throbbing dick before her. She bypasses it in favor for the heavy sack below. She suckles on each of them individually as she meets his gaze. His musky scent making her wet. He groans, twisting a hand into her dark red hair, the other gripping at the shower tile. She licks her way up his cock until she is dipping her tongue into the slit tasting his essence. The hand in her hair tightens and he moans her name lowly, "Kitsu~ne."

She takes the crown into her mouth and gives a hard suck catching his hips in her hands as he tries to thrust into her mouth. She gently nibbles on the head. His groans and growls are her encouragement. She works her way down his length, choking slightly when it hits the back of her throat. She pulls back gasping for breath before changing her angle and deep throating the entire cock. The hand in her hair is almost painfully tight, but the loud groan above her keeps her from complaining. She swallows around Gajeel's dick a few times then pulls back for air.

She is about to dive back in, but his hands roughly pulls her up to her feet and crashes his mouth against her swallowing her gasp of surprise. He turns them to the side, so the water is hitting them both. Before she can blink, he spins her around and presses her against the shower tile. He kicks her legs open, gripping her hip in one large hand, the other slamming into the tile beside her head cracking it. "Mine," he growls in her ear as he sinks into her warmth for the third time.

His thrusts are slow and deep to start, both of them moaning. He starts to pick up the pace till he's moving at a speed that can only be reached by a dragon slayer. Kit claws at the shower tiles, mewling. The wet tile letting her move up and down with each of his thrusts, her nipples getting stimulation from the movement. He moves his lips along her neck and shoulder biting and leaving hickeys all over, so the world would know she belonged to him. Neither of them can last long, their orgasms already hurtling towards them. Gajeel climaxes first, slamming into her with a loud growl and biting down on her shoulder. He continues thrusting to bring Kitsune closer to her own and reaches down to pinch Kit's clit to making her keen and cum on his dick.

They stand under the water holding each other up as they let the water wash away the evidence of their activities. He wipes her bangs away from her eyes and kisses her forehead holding her close. When the spray starts to cool down, Gajeel leans pass his fox to shut off the shower. He picks her up bridal style and takes her into the bedroom, lying her down on the bed. He joins her not caring that they were still mostly wet.

"Gajeel, why did you come here anyway?" Kitsune's sleepy voice bringing him back to awareness.

"Ivy said you were sick." He grumbles wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hair spread across his chest as she rests her head on his pec. Kitsune smiles. I'll have to thank her later.

She slides her body on top of his grinning as she straddles his waist. "So you were worried about me?" Her hands start to massage his chest and stomach tracing his muscles with her tip of her claws. He groans with a curt nod. She chuckles and leans over till her lips are barely touching his, "I'm glad you were." She starts their first gentle kiss, slowly rolling their tongues together. She swallows his soft groans, feeling his cock swell again beneath her. She thanks whatever deity there is for the stamina of slayers.

Kitsune breaks the kiss to raise herself up with her hands on his chest. He grabs her thighs gently and helps her lower herself onto his cock. Their heads fall back with low moans at the new angle and depth. Kitsune raises up and sinks down again and again. The pace slow and deep. This time it wasn't fucking, they were making love. She leans down to press her lips against his. Her hips rocking in a steady rhythm. They keep it slow, their bodies tired from previous activities, but their libido demanding more. Gajeel raises his hips as she lowers herself drawing out soft moans from her bruised lips. He watches the woman above him. Her eyes are closed as she focuses on the feeling of his cock rubbing her insides. Her mouth open soft pants and sound escaping. Her large breasts bouncing with each thrust. He looks down at where they are connected. His cock disappearing into wet pink lips. Her walls clenching around him. His eyes trail back up her magnificent body. He really did love everything about this woman. Gajeel sits up, still gripping her thighs, and takes a rosy nipple in his mouth suckling. Kitsune runs her hands through his thick hair scratching at his scalp moaning. He continues to nip and suckle lightly switching between the two globes. He moves one hand from her thigh to rub and pinch at her throbbing clit, brushing a finger at their point of joining at times. Kitsune sighs his name as she tenses with her climax. Gajeel bites down on her nipple, making her throw her head back with a loud keen tightening around him and grinding down on his pulsing cock. He falls into the abyss of pleasure for third time. His vision darkening as he growls out her name.

The two collapse onto the bed panting. With the last of her strength, Kitsune grabs the discarded covers and pulls it over the two of them. Kit looks at Gajeel, curling up against his chest. She knew she had feelings for the rough slayer. She loved him with all her heart. His arm tightens around her waist as he pulls her tighter against him. The old saying is right actions do speak louder than words. The two know the feelings between them are reciprocated without any words being spoken, and that is just fine for them because that's how they both are. Gajeel buries his nose in her hair and takes a deep breath letting her scent lull him to sleep. She soon joins Gajeel in a restful sleep. Both having a gentle smile on their lips as they hold each other, knowing today was just the start.

Back at the guild, Mirajane brings another refill to Ivy, whose cheeks are starting to flush from the alcohol. "Shouldn't someone go check on Kitsune?"

Ivy looks at Mira with a knowing smirk, "Don't worry about it. I made sure someone was taking care of her." Mirajane watches in confusion as Ivy takes a swig from her mug.