A/N: thank you so much for the reviews, I did not expect them so yeah! Please take note once again this is my first fanfic so I apologize if there were any errors in terms of character description or the lack of describing everything. Also, I will not reveal what are our favourite Fairy Tail characters' role in any of the author notes so yeah. I hope it will be a nice surprise for you :)
Enjoy! I own nothing but maybe a teeny bit of the plot. Just maybe :p
Lucy hummed a silly tune as she dragged her prisoner back to her poor excuse of a room. Her original room back in the Fiery Pits had many equipments she could experiment on with but she had to forgo all of those as her current room could not afford the space. The demon army also might have to move, depending on their next best strategic location. She didn't want to slow anyone down just because she insisted on carrying all of her equipments which would not benefit the war. She was sweet like that.
Lucy glanced behind her, her prisoner was observing his surroundings, probably planning his escape plan. Lucy smirked. He ignored the pain his body was probably screaming at him and was already on his feet, thinking about escape. She absolutely loved it. Would he succumb to her or he would fight until she grew bored?
He stumbled and Lucy had to pull up his armour so he would stand up properly before walking again. Lucy rolled her eyes and unfurled her deep wine coloured wings. The angel looked up at the sound and Lucy could hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Like what you see, angel?" Lucy purred out. She stepped closer and the angel hastily took a step back. He would have fallen had Lucy not been holding onto his armour.
"Relax. I'm only going to speed our journey." She stepped in closer and wrapped her arms and legs around the sweating angel. She then leaned in and whispered seductively into his ear, "To our room where noone would dare disturb us." With a powerful snap of her wings they flew up and went to the direction of her room. Oh Lucy couldn't wait.
He remembered spitting blood at the smelliest place he had ever had the unlucky chance to smell and someone touching his hair and saying Mirajane. He didn't remember being dragged to another room which was more bearable and being chained to the was his armour? His wounds were not healing and Laxus Dreyar could feel his energy not being replenished. His wings were already gone due to his low energy and it would stay that way unless he found a way to heal.
"Aingeal." Laxus head snapped up, holding back a groan when the action prompted his blood to slosh around in his head.
"Why is there an Aingeal in my room ey?" The voice was female, raspy. Laxus could feel his hair stood on ends as the magical aura came swirling in near him. It felt, angry and dangerous. Shit.. He's so going to punch that Natsu's head in the ground if they ever got out.
"I smell blood, Aingeal." The aura came in double, almost choking Laxus. He looked around for some sort of escape but it was dark and only moonlight streamed in to show him the floor. He tried tugging his hands but the bastard demons chained them good to the wall. Somehow, even the action of trying to think took up a lot of energy. Laxus panted heavily.
The aura started to close in and Laxus closed his eyes in defeat. Well, at least he didn't need to partake in the war anymore. He was as tired as Natsu, killing demons for whatever reason the angels came up with. There must be more than just defending the High Heavens from the demon onslaught for centuries and centuries.
As he slumped in defeat, the aura suddenly disappeared. Laxus frowned and he opened his eyes to see whatever demon they put him with.
A female walked slowly towards him and Laxus tried to make out as much as he can with the poor lighting. Snow white hair, tumbling down until her chest, silver scales covered her hands and her lower body. Her face looked so, demure with big silver eyes looking at him. Her breasts hung freely, swaying with movement. Her feet were clawed with horns at the heels. Her tail was long and huge, swishing from side to side.
She walked slowly towards him and stopped directly infront of him. With half closed eyes, she stroked his chin almost lovingly. Laxus had to control a shudder coursing through him from the touch.
"I do so love aingeal's blood.." Laxus eyes widened at the soft spoken admission and widened even more when the demoness grinned at him, showing her sharp fangs. As she neared slowly to his shoulder, Laxus shut his eyes closed. He had heard of angels dying from blood loss from being eaten by bloodthirsty demons and it was agonizing as the wounds could never heal fast enough. He waited for the crunch of bones and flesh under her sharp teeth. He waited and waited. It never came.
What came was the slow lick of cold muscle on his wounds, jolting Laxus and looking at his stomach. The demoness was purring and licking his wounds, lapping up some of the dried blood which had caked there.
"Aingeal.. Your blood is so dea." She punctuated the last word by digging into his wounds more with her tongue.
"Gaaah!" Laxus screamed. The pain!
"Ssshh.. it will only hurt abit.." The demoness stroked his chin again. Laxus couldn't hear anymore, days of running with the group, defending himself from attacks and the ambush, he finally passed out.
He didn't feel when the demoness kissed his forehead and unchained his hands, letting him fall on the floor while she continued to lick his wounds and blood away.