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More smut. This one gets... well let's just say animalistic. I also love writing Cana as a total perv. So here's part 1.

Chapter 7 "The Marking, Pt. I (or, Cana Has No Concept of Boundaries)

Lucy POV

I stretch languidly, working warmth into my still asleep muscles, before taking a chance to look at my bedmate. His spiky blonde hair was in complete disarray, and his usually stoic face was peaceful. I carefully disentangled our nude limbs, trying to be as careful as possible so as not to wake him. Shivering, I slip my panties on before grabbing Laxus' dress shirt from the night before. I took my time pushing each button through each slit, savoring the way his scent clung to the silky purple fabric. I stop to face the fill length mirror. The shirt is long enough to reach mid thigh, and even though my nipples are poking the smooth fabric, I'm probably decent enough to run down to the kitchen. There shouldn't be anyone else in the house today anyways. I smile at Laxus' sleeping form again before my stomach grumbles and I'm reminded of what I was doing in the first place. I tip toe out of his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me.

I hear Bickslow's snores as I pass his designated guest room and I can't help but smirk. They may be a bit more respecting of personal boundaries than my own team, but the Thunder Legion is definitely as prone to invading houses. Y'know, I should save up for a larger place. Somewhere with a few spare rooms – maybe then my team can have somewhere to sleep other than my bed.

It would be nice to not have to worry about waking up next to a furnace, with frozen skin, being suffocated by blue fur, or being violently cuddled by a suit of armor. At least Wendy doesn't do it…

Wait a second… Team Natsu isn't even the only ones who sneak into my bed! Cana does it, too, which generally leads to stubbing my toe on a liquor bottle… Juvia straight up stole my bed once, and it took me the whole following day to get all the water out of my comforter. Ill admit, I definitely don't mind when I come home to find my sexy secret lover in my bed…

Wait what was I thinking about again?

I hear a clank and shuffling coming from the kitchen and I rub my eyes. Well, Bicks is here, so it's probably Evergreen. Freed is generally awake and doing something much earlier. Luckily, the haughty woman and I have an unspoken agreement of not bothering each other in the morning. I turn the corner and -

"KYAAA!"

There, in Laxus' kitchen, (or kitchen counter to be more specific) was Cana – which, given her habit of breaking and entering, isn't all that strange in itself. However, I was certainly not expecting to see her almost completely naked – she was seriously only wearing panties. Her breasts were bared to the world, and were only covered by her long tresses. She was perched calmly next to the sink. She smiles at me sleepily and takes another bite of her bowl of cereal before waving at me with the spoon.

"Morning Luce! Want some cereal?"

I stared at her incredulously, holding the shirt closed despite the fact that it's already buttoned and shes already seen me naked a lot. "C-Cana! What – I mean – WHY ARE YOU IN LAXUS' KITCHEN?" I shriek, cheeks burning.

Wait, should I be concerned? I mean, I know me and Laxus aren't official but…

"The better question is why are you in Laxus' kitchen, hmmm?" she smirks, eyes twinkling with her weird brand of perverted mirth. My train of thought screeches to a halt and I flounder a bit.

"I-uh-um, you see… It was… I was giving him a backrub!" I blurt out. Despair drops into a pit in my stomach as her smirk become a giant, lecherous grin. I take a step back.

"A backrub, huh? Damn girl, I didn't know you got off on giving other people backrubs!" she teased, pointedly slurping a few lucky charms from her spoon. "But really, if that's a backrub, I must've been doing them all wrong," she waves her spoon nonchalantly, her eyes showing clearly how much she was enjoying making me uncomfortable. I sputter for a moment before tossing an oven mitt at her smug face with an embarrassed trill. It hits her straight in the face and she starts laughing, dropping her bowl in the sink next to her before sliding down to clutch her stomach while she guffawed. "Oh my god, Lucy! You're face is so red!"

"Sh-shut up, Cana!" I stutter, feeling my face burn.

"Oooooh Laxus! You're so biiiig!" she mimics my voice and my face gets even redder somehow. "Oh yea baby, give it to me!" she continues. I pounce on her, latching onto her back and trying to cover her mouth, practically sobbing in mortification. She cackles harder despite wobbling on her feet from my assault. She drops her voice hilariously low, and starts to crudely imitate Laxus. "Oh Lucy, you're so wet for me baby!" she then goes back to mimicking me with "Oh please make me cum, Laxus!"

"OHMIGOD CANA SHUTUP!" I screech, squirming around her and trying to get her into a wrestling hold. She trips and we land in a heap on the floor. We struggle back and forth a bit until she pins me with a grin.

"You've been a bad girl, Lucy. I'm going to have to fuck the bad girl out of you," she mimicked Laxus again, again reciting word for word some of the things said last night. I pulled at her hair and we tumbled back into a wrestling match.

Laxus POV

I snap my eyes open at a shriek of mortification and sit up in bed. I immediately reach for my woman, but upon feeling nothing but warm sheets, I look around quickly. I hop out of bed, grabbing a pair of boxers and pajama pants from the top of my dresser. Awkwardly stumbling across the floor, I manage to pull on the clothes as I shoulder my way out of my bedroom door. Down the hall, I run into a similarly clothed Bickslow who looks just as confused as me. We hear the sounds of a scuffle mixed with girl's voices coming from the kitchen.

Wait… Is that Cana?

Is she imitating me? What the fuck?

I skid around the corner and freeze at the sight, mouth dropping open. Half a second later, Bickslow collides with me and stumbles to gain his footing before freezing as well. His mouth drops lower than I thought possible, his eyes popping out.

Lucy and Cana were rolling around in a barely clothed heap, groping at each other as they try to overpower the other. Both were only in their panties, while Lucy was wearing my shirt and Cana was simply bare-chested. Lucy managed to flip her onto her back and straddled her, pinning her arms above her head and giving us an eyeful of her cleavage spilling out the shirt. Bickslow made a strange whining noise and the two women stopped and looked at us with wide eyes.

Did… did I just walk into a porno? What the fuck?

Bickslow couldn't make his mouth work and ended up just drooling. I, on the other hand, am a gentleman and am perfectly capable of speech.

"Hrn – guh – wha, why – my kitchen?"

Okay fine. I'm not much better. We all stood in frozen silence until… Oh no… I know that look. Cana's about to do something perverted.

She held Bickslow's gaze while she slowly raised her head. Lucy noticed and looked down at her in trepidation. The drunk's head gestured with her head for Lucy to lean down. Lucy hesitantly obeyed and Cana whispered in her ear. Quiet enough that I didn't outright catch it (although in all honesty I was so turned on by the fact that the intro to a goddamn porno was unfolding before my very eyes), she pulled back and smirked at Lucy. Lucy snuck a glance at me and her eyes widened. Her lips curled upwards in a barely there smirk and I just knew she was about to push me past all limits of sanity. Lucy nodded slightly and leaned back, the drunk leaning forward until they were both sitting up, still straddling each other. Then, Lucy locked eyes with me sensually before leaning forwards and –

Holy Shit! They're fucking kissing!

Bickslow made a strangled noise, but I couldn't even think of taking my eyes off what was unfolding before me. Not to mention I know I'm hard as a rock.

What? I'm a man.

A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I felt a rising possessiveness. Lucy let out a moan as the two women started fondling their breasts. The growl intensified and she moaned again louder. Oh fuck, its my growling that's making her moan. She locked eyes with me, and breathed out "Laxus…."

I snapped. Not even going to deny it

I roared and rushed forward, ripping Lucy from the card mage's lap and throwing her over my shoulder, before bounding up the stairs to my bedroom desperately. I vaguely sense Bicks pulling Cana behind him to his own room and Cana giggling. Lucy flails in my arm, apparently unhappy about being carried like a sack of potatoes. I toss her on the bed and pant in desperation. He arousal soaks each breath I take and my nostrils flare. I hardly register the feeling of scales growing across my cheekbones, pectorals, and forearms. I see my mate's eyes widen before her lips part and she breathes my name in a sultry voice. As her pupils blow up, her eyes hood in desire, that infuriating little pink tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

"MINE!" I roar as I pounce on her, literally ripping the shirt to shreds.

Lucy POV

I squeal as he pounces on me. Oh my god, he's actually in dragonforce mode! Holy shit! I know I should feel fear at his visage – the patches of scales, the glowing eyes, the fangs – but all I can feel is arousal. I need to touch him. My fingers thread through his hair as he uses his teeth to tear my panties to shred. He takes a deep, long inhale, and I see his mouth water. The sight of this crazed man drooling from his place between my bare thighs with his hot breath teasing my soaked core… oh fuck, this is a sight I never could have even imagined. The pleasure of the sight is overtaken as soon as he buries his face between my folds, immediately exploring every nook, crevice, and fold he can reach with his tongue.

"FUCK, BABY!" I scream as he absolutely devours me like a starving man who has found the fruit of the gods. He groans, his large hands coming up to curl around my thighs and pull me even closer. In the back of my mind I wonder if he can even breathe – and then he manages to hit my g-spot with his tongue and I'm gone, my back practically snapping in two as I arch into his sinful mouth.

"You're mine… Lucy…" he groans on his way up my panting body. It's almost too much… he gave me no leniency. One climax after the other, he coaxed every bit of pleasure he could from my insides. I blush a little at how wet his lower face is – is that really all from me? And then he licks his face and fingers clean while staring into my eyes and I'm ready again. "You won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with you," he hisses menacingly, his words making my heart pound and insides clench. His scaled forearms flexed and he sat on his haunches, still breathing like a maniac. With an absolute inferno raging in his glowing eyes, he gropes at me desperately, flipping me over and back and twisting me around, seemingly trying to decide how he wants me. He teases me with the tip in each position, frustrating me more with each wild reposition. He roars again and plunges inside of me roughly as soon as he's figured out what position he wants. I hardly even register the position we're in – some strange yet fucking amazing variation of doggy style. I can hardly even catch my breath as he mounts me like a beast. He wastes no time and starts pounding into me viciously, his cock sliding against that wonderful spot with each pass.

This was primal. This was something only a dragonslayer could offer. In this moment, we weren't even human – we were animals, surrendering to primal instincts. My throat feels raw, but I can't stop the screams. His palm comes down on my quivering behind, the feeling making me howl. He responds in kind, throwing his head back and releasing some kind of animalistic roar. My muscles are on fire with strain but I can't stop. My limbs are trembling from the burn, protesting but refusing to slow down. His firm palm comes down again and again and again – each smack increasing the inferno more and more and more until I'm suffocating in the heat. My body alternates between trying to keep him seated as deeply inside of me as possible and trying to push him away. Sweat slicks both of our bodies and stings as it slides over the bite marks all over my body. He's already shot his load into me three times – and he hasn't stopped the pumping of his hips. I can hardly even handle it, but I can't stop my mouth from screaming for more, more, more.

We switch through multiple positions – I shove him onto his back and ride him viciously until his mouth wrenches open in a howl and he flips us and throws my ankles over his shoulders. His teeth scrape violently against my neck. His fangs pierce my skin and electricity spikes and skitters through my veins, stimulating every nerve ending it passes. "Ngh… yes… Laxxxx…us…" I gasp, lungs aching in their attempt to suck in the air they crave. His chest rumbles and presses closer to my own, crushing my breasts between us. His large hands cup my backside, rolling our hips together. His mouth smashes against mine, teeth nipping and biting my lips, our tongue dueling. Sliding his mouth away he buries his face in my neck, swirling his hips sensually as his hot breath pants erratically against my tender skin. He sucks viciously on my pulse point, groaning at my taste. The once-smooth planes of his back are rough from my nails. I pull his jaw to my own and gnaw on his lip between gasps.

The headboard has completely destroyed the wall it's banging against, and the power throughout the house has flickered multiple times. The pain and pleasure are no longer distinguishable, the sensations intertwined into new levels of passion. My ankles hook around his waist, pulling him close in time with his own rhythm, the force making my head rattle and eyes cross. My nails are tinged red from carving into his back, but he doesn't seem to mind – the pain only seems to spur him on more.

"MINE!" He snarls possessively, glowing eyes blazing. He pulls me to the edge and grabs each ankle, pulling them backwards and using his arms to add extra force to his thrusts. It almost feels like I'm being ripped in half and I love it. His neck is corded and every muscle in his body is straining beneath his sweat soaked skin, the black tendrils of his tattoo rippling with each jerky movement. He's pounding against the very end of my soaking wet, pulsing sex, and I barely register the positively filthy things we're saying to each other – things that might actually make Cana blush. The desperation shooting in our veins, we slam against each other frantically, a feeling even stronger than anything I've ever experienced building. It's as if our bodies had been possessed by ravenous beasts. The blaze between us is burning with more fury than I thought possible. I'm at the edge – and I fully expect to barrel over it into nothingness. I feel myself coming apart at the seams – I feel Laxus and I becoming one singular being, I can't tell where he ends and I begin. The roar of a dragon rips from his throat at the same time as I scream, and lightning crackles around us, licking every surface, sizzling across our skin pleasurably. My walls clench around him, milking him of his very soul while my own leaves me through my swollen lips. We are in the middle of lightning storm – we are two divine beings, soaring above even the heavens. My whites out, and all I can hear is my own blood pounding in my ears, all I can feel is pure, pleasure driven ecstasy. And then, my vision fades to black aside for spots dancing across my lids. I plummet back down to earth, the descent slowing the closer to the surface I become. My consciousness is fuzzy as it fades into a blissful sleep.

I barely register a weight falling down next to me and a feeling of warmth and completeness in the form of a strong pair of arms pulling me to a broad, firm chest. The last thing I hear is the voice of a godlike being whispering my name over and over into my hair.

"What the hell happened to the power?!"

Bickslow and Cana, who had returned to the guild a few hours ago after even the two pervs had exhausted themselves and couldn't handle the animalistic roars and banshee wails anymore, smirked at each other.

"Did they just take out the whole power grid?" Cana laughed in disbelief. Gajeel fell over in a fit of guffaws. "Oh my god… Is the poor girl guna be able to walk?!"

Spoiler alert: The answer is "No, not really."

DOn't worry, Part 2 will show up tomorrow. I'm tryin out the whole "Building suspense" thang ya'll other fanfic writers do. OOOOOOOOOOOOO get ready for adorable Laxus in the next chapter. It's quite a treat.