~First off I had to google what a doxy was and when I read it meant mistress/prostitute/lover you get the picture, I cackled like the mad fangirl I am so like, here's another one for you fucking BEAUTIFUL HUMANS and because I apparently can't write a one-shot without it snowballing into whole thing this is another two parter and also the bonus day? You know...Brimstone? Yeah...that's gonna be a little mini-fic I'm posting on it's own because again, I am incapable of writing a one-shot...
...Much to your benefit and annoyance I'm sure~
Doxy- Lucy Harem with a Twist
It took very little convincing on her friends end to get Lucy onto the train heading towards Bosco with Bickslow. The Seith Mage was adamant she join him when she came back from a job with OG Team Natsu and was half bald from purposefully getting in the way of Natsu's magic so he wouldn't hit one of the gravestones in the memorial graveyard after the War and bruised to all hell from Happy getting distracted by the smell of a fish market and dropping her while they were flying over a pretty dense pine forest. Erza was only guilty of letting it happen but she was S-Class and really couldn't afford anymore screw ups now that Laxus was Master. He had already sidelined the three (Gray was guilty by association and again, Laxus didn't count Happy as a real member of the team) to help Mira with whatever she wanted until Laxus decided the punishment would suffice.
Who also thought it best for the pro mage wrangler to get away for a few weeks before she did something really stupid on behalf of her gremlins. The newest Master quite frankly needed the little spitfire whip of a woman to keep Fairy Tail in the green and it wouldn't help anyone if she was burnt to shit or worse, unhappy. The thought alone sent a shiver down Laxus' spine from behind his desk as he looked around to see the cause of his sudden dread before the thought passed and he was left to finish his final set of paperwork from the near-disaster Lucy managed to avoid for him.
Walking into the beautiful open layout of Pradesh family home filled the curvy blonde with wonder as her eyes shined and she spun to take it all in. Her face was alight with barely contained excitement since the Seith and she spent most of the long trip here talking about his exceptional siblings with such love it filled and spilled over in Lucy. It was the kind of unconditional ever present kind of love that seemed to cover you like a fuzzy blanket the moment her little booted foot stepped over the threshold. "Bixy, this is so…"
A shit-eating grin split the blunettes lips as his tongue lolled out of his mouth lazily and he watched the suddenly silent, agape Celestial Mage in thorough amusement of her unabashed response to the home that held his whole wonderful childhood.
By the looks of the water still dripping from the ends of his damp hair as he casually walked in from the back of the house, his oldest brother had just gotten out of the pool. The prodigal ambassador of Bosco was a few inches shorter than Bickslow but held a demeanor that completely rivalled his younger brother and Lucy could tell by the smooth, graceful flow of his movements and the proud way he carried himself. He also happened to have the kind of sharp jawline, bright baby blue eyes and dark mahogany hair that she seemed to lean towards.
Wiping his face one last time with the towel tossed loosely of his broad shoulders, his eyes landed on Bickslow's relaxed frame and spoke brightly as he crossed the space between them to wrap him up in a tight hug that seemed more fatherly than brotherly. "Bixy-bo, you're here and you're early! Do I owe that to your lovely companion?" Without missing a beat, the incredibly smooth Sound Mage withdrew from his embrace to take her hand and press a chaste kiss to the back of her knuckles. "It's good to finally meet the woman holding Fairy Tail together finally. My name's Farron and you can come to me with any problems that may arise while you stay with us."
Very much enjoying the attention, Lucy let out an airy giggle as her eyes trailed up from the snug fit of his low-slung swim trunks over his trimmed waist, over ridges and valleys of washboard abs to take in the black ink of a exquisitely done eagle covering most of his right side before realizing she was staring and he was waiting for a response with a kind smile and the kind of patience that made it clear the man was used to the distraction. She didn't know if that stemmed from being the oldest of seven siblings or from being desensitized to the ogling he was no doubt used to.
Blinking her attraction away long enough to match his smile with her own, she did another turn to take in the all-consuming feeling of home that seemed to permeate through her from the family sharing the house before speaking with laughter on her lips. "You seem to already know a great deal about me, Farron but I'm Lucy and it is really really good to be here. Thank you so much for opening your home up to me, it's absolutely charming."
Quickly falling into easy conversation, the three decided to take further advantage of the pool to get the last bit of jitters out of Lucy's system while they waited for the rest of the family to get home.
Lounging back on her elbows on the edge of the pool in a simple black wrap-style one-piece that barely kept her bountiful chest from spilling with the way it criss-crossed over her creamy globes, her head tilted back to expose the gentle slope of her neck as her eyes closed to take in some much needed vitamin D from above, Lucy was pretty sure she was just going to stay in the cool soothing waters until she died and that would be just fine. Every gentle splash of water from Farron and Bickslow's friendly competition to see who could do the most laps was another of her stresses washed away in the crystal clear water.
A throaty hum left her frame before she lifted her head to watch the two men. She couldn't honestly tell who was winning and frankly she didn't care; she was taking in the free show she was getting from the two tanned, toned men built like gods.
Bickslow had just gotten into the shallow end and rivulets of water were trying to map their way down the maze of muscle covering his agile acrobats body as he pushed the wet blue of his hair out of his openly grinning face, tongue out despite being in the pool, and somehow that made him more attractive to her.
Bringing her legs together underwater to try and stop the kindling arousal, she realized it was going to be a futile battle while surrounded by half-naked sexy Boscans. Especially now that Farron had joined Bickslow in the shallow end and was squeezing the excess water from his loosely braided hair.
Did all the Pradesh's have such defined abs? Because she was in for a long trip if they all had abs like those. Pinnacle of hot. Very nice. Ten out of ten would bang.
Unable to hide the soft sensual quality of her sigh from the Sound Mage and unfortunately for her, both men had eyes and could see the flush of her skin clear as the bright blue sky above them and the two shared a knowing look before Bickslow dove underwater to pop up just out of reach of the blonde in a near predatory fashion. Farron simply waded over towards her to give her Baywatch fantasies life in the form of his slow-motion hair shake and easy gait, the muscle of his arms tensing and flexing as he tamed his length of dark hair back.
Her thighs started rubbing together in hard passes to try and ease her borderline unnatural desire to have one of them touch her before she exploded.
With a casualness that nearly pulled whimpers from the blonde, Bickslow mirrored her position just off to her right just out of reach once again. "Have I mentioned how much I like that little suit of yours, Cosplayer?"
Even if she wanted to answer the rhetorical question, she knew she wouldn't have been able to through the rapidly churning waters of her own internal arousal from the closeness of him; just shy of where she wanted him most.
"You look ready to tear into all bound up like that."
The unbidden heat in his voice danced over her senses to prick her nerves to life and she knew that was the moment a fire lit just beneath her skin that even the soothing water couldn't fizzle out.
Her voice was smoke trapped in a closed space, dark and heavy and dizzying as her neck craned back and her hands started running over her skin in efforts to try and ease the foreign feeling scorching her from the inside out. "I feel like I'm on fire, Bixy."
She felt the water around her move but couldn't bother to see why with the slight relief she was providing herself.
That is until she felt the featherlight, teasing touch of knuckles over the exposed skin of her collarbone and another breathy wanton sigh filled her lungs from the power of that one brief touch.
The silken tone of Farron's voice was angelic as the warmth of his breath made the beads of cool water seem colder as a shiver wracked her body only to end at her core with force that had her walls clenching around nothing, making her desperate to get more from him. "Do you want us, Lucy?"
Her hum of approval was more than she thought she could muster through the sensations ripping through her body without having been really touched. The anticipation of what their bodies would bring only fueled the torrent of fire that was her arousal as she writhed just below the surface, the material of her swimsuit barely teasing over her clit in ways that sent her thoughts spiraling.
There was the slight tinge of disapproval in Farron's gentle lilt as he teased her but Lucy had a sudden need to fix the disappointment she caused. "Now, that just won't do. I want to hear the melody of your voice, my sweet."
Having already had a drunken night with the Celestial beauty that had left them both waking up incredibly satisfied but without memory of the actual good parts, Bickslow was more than comfortable running the tips of his fingers along the inside of her thigh to try and get her to loosen the muscle from her own fruitless attempts to ease her aching womanhood. He also had a much more straightforward approach than his oldest brother as his tongue traced over the shell of her ear and her legs relaxed in favor of giving him better access to her neck.
"What Fare means is, say the word and you get a double dose of Pradesh expertise and please, for the love of all things devious and unholy, say the word, kitten. I've been dying to get my hands on your body again."
It was barely audible but the single breathy response was just the one they needed to hear from her. "...yes, please...yes…"
With practiced ease, the Seith Mage undid all the knots of her suit and let it float away to take in the way the sun shined over her voluptuous body but what really set him off, what really got him going, was the way she was looking up at him from behind thick lashes, arousal hazing over her round chocolate eyes with her lips parted just enough to let her panting breaths out.
In a moment of silent communication, Farron meet Bickslow's heated gaze and gave him a playful shake of his head as an indulgent smile crossed his face.
A near demure look crossed her face as she met the baby blue of Farron's gaze. He had moved to the edge to lift himself out of pool and sat with his legs wide apart, calves still dipping into the pool but before she could get a complaint out, his hand extended as an offer she had no real way of knowing what really entailed for her. She found herself without worry when he was smiling at her like that.
Even the simple friction from their skin connecting as she took the proffered hand and let him lead her to stand between his thighs. Her golden ribbons of hair in a messy tangle on top of her head as his free hand started massaging the skin of her neck and hers tentatively traced over the lines of his tattoo.
"I find it more pleasurable if you let yourself go, sweet," Farron's voice coaxing her from what little personal hang up she had about being sandwiched between the two brothers as Bickslow started rubbing the generous curve of her backside. "Trust us. Trust me when I say it's easier to not fight the urges," his hands had dropped to brush the bottom of her breasts to pull a hitching breath from her before both his thumbs were rubbing back and forth over her nipples in maddening slow passes, "and give into the natural whims. There's nothing you could do we wouldn't enjoy."
As if his words and careful ministrations weren't enough of a test for her resolve, Bickslow had already gotten rid of his own suit to press his hardening member into the valley of her backside and trail his deft fingers down her stomach to toy with her clit in time with the slow grind of his hips.
It was all she could do to brace herself with a hard grip digging into the firm muscle of Farron's thighs as she all but melted between the barrage of sensual touches and the softly spoken promises of ecstacy taking over every thought in her head.
The two Pradesh men seemed content to build her up, exploring the places that made her back arch as sweet notes fell from her lips until it got to be too much stimulation and she felt the stirrings of an orgasm deep in her abdomen. If she had any capability of thinking thoughts outside of praises to the heavens, she would have been astonished that she was ready to cum and neither of them had been inside her.
While impressive, Lucy wanted to be filled by these two opposing forces of nature. Bickslow was all easy confidence. He knew what to tweak when she needed it most, how she needed most while Farron was all sensual touch and go, dirty words spoken like truest love poems and she wanted to taste him. The vixen inside her slowly wakening wanted to hear the noises he could make while having the challenge of choking down her own from Bickslow pumping in and out of her.
And Farron had told her to give into the whims.
It was a flash of a moment Lucy shifted the whole tone of their mostly one-sided play and it stirred the masculinity in both men to see her finally grow comfortable enough to take charge. The hand pinching and soothing her clit was halted by one of her own as she wrapped her free hand around Bickslow's neck to put her on full display for Farron as a lusty, heavy-lidded look of heady desire hit him like a brick.
Sexier yet was the rasp of her voice from the moans they pulled from her. "Take those off so I can have you."
He gave her a curling smile that somehow seemed indecent despite the softness of his voice and tender treatment of her. "As you wish, sweet."
Before she could actually enjoy watching Farron undress, Bickslow had a hand wrapped around the column of her throat before tracing the line of it to clutch her jaw and force her eyes up to his. "What about me, little kitten? Don't you want me?" His tone was playful and sexy and it pulled a lazy smile from the blonde as she spread herself apart for him, the cool water a stark contrast to the heat of her core.
"I want you, Bixy. I want to feel you inside me...I want...I want…," her voice trailed and hitched as he started rubbing the swollen head of his cock along her slit in languid sweeps.
The hand trapping her jaw eased to wrap around the back of her neck, pushing her down towards Farron's waiting frame as he stroked himself from where he was leaned back on his elbow. Her tongue darted to moisten her lips before her smaller hands replaced his and tested the weight of him in her palms. She remained in awe of the perfect specimen before her as she fully bent to get a better angle before tossing a sultry look over her shoulder to say this was how she wanted him to have her and he eased into her welcoming heat with a low satisfied groan.
Only stilling for as long as it took him to bury himself to the hilt and pull back, she turned her attention to the patient Sound Mage splayed out before her. Using one hand to stroke the base of his shaft and the other to cup the sensitive skin of his balls, she licked her lips once more before wrapping them around the smooth velvet of his head and flicking her tongue over the slit to pull the most delicious silky moan from him.
Flattening her tongue around the curve of his cock, she lowered her head to take more of him into her mouth while keeping the tip of her tongue curled just enough to press along the pulsing vein along the bottom. Following it all the way down to the base, her hand moved to brace herself on the trim waist below her to counter the increasing pace of Bickslow's rough but steady pistoning in and out of her pulsing core, her walls gripping his length with every brush of his tip against her cervix. A sensation she thought would be painful and uncomfortable but only served to tighten the coil of her agonizingly well built climax.
As her bobbing increased, she pressed a finger lightly over the skin just below his balls to pull a raw groan from the mahogany-haired man just as her hair sprung free from her bindings in a cascade of golden silk, the ends dipping into the pristine waters and tickling the flesh of Farron's hips and thighs to make him squirm.
Bickslow took the opportunity to not only help the minxy blonde but to bring to reality a fantasy of his own. Slowing his pace just long enough to gather her hair and tangle his hand in the gilded ribbons to get most of it out of her face and give him the grip that he could have total control over her if he wanted. He had never been one to jump right into the dubious nature of domming without having a proper boundaries but ever since she let her hair grow out, he had this undeniable urge to see how far she could bend her back to ease his pulling.
The light tug on her scalp everytime her the tip of her nose grazed smooth skin with each dip of her head sent waves through her body like electricity, tensing every muscle on the way down until she heard Farron croon from where he was watching her suck him down.
"Just a little more, my sweet...I just need a little more."
The little more she gave, switching the teasing touch of her finger to the steady press of her thumb into his g-spot and picking up her own pace, was just what he needed before she felt the muscle beneath the hand on his hip tighten to pull at the muscle of his groin before she had to stop her bobbing to swallow the salty mouthful of cum from around his pulsing cock. The sound of her name as a reverent breathy moan nearly pulled her own climax from deep inside until Bickslow changed their angle just enough to pull a keening cry from her lips as Farron's member fell from her lips.
Free to have her anyway he wanted now that his brother's dick was no longer down her throat, his pulled at her tangle of hair to coax her upright and let him see the hard arch of her back as her chest heaved from the pleasure he was giving her.
Satiated and content to watch the responsive woman, Farron took silent appreciation from the way his seed coated her swollen parted lips as she finally hit the peak of her arousal. Unable to take anymore stimulation, she tugged at Bickslow's grip in her hair as her knees gave just in time for the Sound Mage to catch her, her rasped screams washing through the men enough to finally pull a growl of a moan from behind her writhing frame. His hot cum shooting into her twitching core in a burst before the three were left to the sounds of their erratic breathing and the birds finding their way home before the sun went down.
Without any real sense of urgency, the three eventually got out of the pool to shower and clean up. She had been given the entirety of the pool house to herself since all the Pradesh brood would be home tomorrow night when Xally was done with her classes for a few weeks.
The pool house was bigger than her temporary home at the guild until more housing was built in Magnolia. The first floor was a simple open set-up of a modern kitchen attached to a bright living room with tons of seating centered around a four-way stone fireplace with seamless glass between the flames and the outside room but the second floor was basically one giant bedroom with the most glorious soaking tub she'd ever laid eyes on.
Deciding she would test the quality of it with a bath later on, she stepped under the stream of steaming water of an open shower with a permanent smile fixed on her face. The little Fairy was on cloud nine from her time with Farron and Bickslow in the pool but she was excited to meet the rest of their family.
Freshly showered and dressed in a pair of loose, low slung shorts tied to rest comfortably on her hips and a cropped boxy t-shirt just sheer enough to see the outline of her lacy bralette, Lucy bounced her way to the kitchen to help with dinner.
Twenty minutes in, she got to meet the next Pradesh in the lineup while in the midst of a very intense battle of wits with the Seith in the form of the sneaky devil of a man trying to get behind her to steal the chunks of fresh fruit she was trying to get made into a light salad.
Vander watched from the shadows in amusement as Lucy finally just dropped the knife, braced herself on the counter and shoved him back away from her with the curve of her backside before spinning around to smack at his chest with every teasing word in a playful huff. "Bickslow Altiene Pradesh! Will you please quit eating all the food before I get it into the bowl."
His head of blue mohawked hair immediately turning to Farron with an offended look on his face as he effortlessly wrapped one arm around her body to keep her pinned to his, his other hand reaching out to pop another chunk of pineapple into his mouth.
"I can't believe you told her my middle name, you betrayer of trust," juice coating his lips as he munched away while Lucy struggled uselessly against him.
A lazy foreign voice drawled from behind her back but she had no way of seeing who it was attached to with a face full of glorious man-pecs. "Only home for a day and you're already kicking up trouble, tell me again why you don't visit more often, bro?"
It was Farron that answered as Lucy tried her best to poke at her captors sides to find the minute window of ticklish flesh she saw Freed hit once to get the blunette to leave him alone while he read with little success. "Bixy-bo is too busy trying to loosen up the men and women of Fiore to come home and create chaos with you."
"Sounds like I should visit him instead. I always liked a good challenge," was his easy reply.
Cackles burst from Bickslow's crumbling frame as Lucy let out a victorious, "Ah HAH! I found it finally!" Before continuing to poke at the sensitive spot until she could back away from the tricksy Seith enough to get out of his reach.
Only to look up and see a roguishly handsome man built similarly to the Pradesh currently laying back on the floor like he meant to lay down in the middle of the kitchen holding the bowl that held what little made it passed her fellow guildmates with a strawberry between his lips.
"Hey! I worked really hard to get that bowl of fruit-" cutting herself off with a wide wave of her arms in front of her and a conceding tone, "You know what? That's fine actually."
Farron was humming happily under his breath as he stepped over Bickslow's frame to open the fridge and grab the butter before introducing her in a very casual, homey toss over his shoulder while he managed to actually get dinner together, "My sweet, I'd like you to meet our baby brother Vander. Vander, this is Lucy."
When no one spoke up after a minute, the Sound Mage turned to take in the scene that sounded like the two were chowing down only to see the two with giant chipmunk cheeks full of nothing but strawberries.
"What in the-"
Swallowing in a painful rush, Lucy choked before clearing her airways to defend herself. "He started it! He was gonna finish all the strawberries if I didn't get to them first," ending in a huff with her arms crossed over her chest.
Vander having had plenty of time to savor the sweet fruit properly licked at his fingers, sucking the ends into his mouth as he felt her hot gaze on him before finally offering the clearly annoyed blonde with a salacious grin that somehow leaned towards dashing more than creepy, "I haven't started anything yet but I most certainly can if you think you can handle it, sugar."
Not one to back down, her eyes drooped to sinful levels as a devious grin of her own countered his. Her voice was heavy with husky need, "It would be fun to see which of us would break first, thief."
"And I just wanted to eat some fruit but here I am, on the floor, dejected and fruitless." The rich easy voice was laced with mirth and absolutely no ill-will as Bickslow dramatically threw his arm over his face and scratched at the exposed skin of his abs.
Rolling her eyes, she motioned to the bowl in a 'may I?' motion which Vander responded with a casual 'by all means' before taking it from him, picking the juiciest hunk of pineapple and walking over to the blunette to stand over him, one foot on either side of his torso, to speak to him with sweet affection. "Open up, you big Bixy-baby."
Without moving his arm, a shit-eating smirk quirked his lips before his jaw dropped open to release his infamous tongue only to waggle it at her to pull a melody of laughter from her as she all but shoved the giant piece of sour fruit into his mouth before standing and popping another ripe strawberry into her mouth and asking Farron what she could do to help him.
Vander's smug face appeared over Bickslow as he happily munched the slice of juicy heaven, his little brother's hands on his hips as he asked earnestly, "Please, tell me she's fair game."
A good-natured laugh left Bix as he countered near instantly, "Would it really stop you if she wasn't?"
As if contemplating the question, his head tilted back and forth before he shrugged and gave his older brother one of his naturally charming and mischievous smile, "Probably not."
Shoving the Shadowquip's face away as he got up from the floor, he spoke with his usual playful ease, "Good thing the whole reason she's here is to relax and enjoy all the benefits of the house for next two weeks then," before giving his back a brotherly clap and slipping the bowl from Lucy's hold with a chaste kiss to her temple.
Vander was about to follow behind when Lucy's impossible doe eyes hit him from beneath her thick ring of lashes, her voice bright as she asked him where she could find a smaller paring knife to peel potatoes with.
In a shadowy wisp, he produced a knife perfectly suited to fit in her smaller hand that shined like obsidian but looked like metal to flip the deadly void-made weapon, catch the blade without injury and hold it out to her with his usual charming grin.
Staring at the handle in disbelief before slowly taking it from him, her eyes fixed on the newly-produced cutlery as she poke with wonder in her voice, "Wow, now that is nifty."
Testing the grip and weight to find it absolutely perfect for her, her eyes once again met his as a brilliant smile spread her lips. "Really nifty, actually. Can I keep this?"
Chuckles sounded from the remaining Pradesh brothers now that Bickslow had commandeered the rest of the fruit and most of the couch in the living room before Vander answered smoothly, "I'll make you a better one some other time. I didn't put much thought into that one but it'll slay your starchy foes well enough."
She gave an easy nod of her head before her focus was back on the task of getting potatoes into a pot to boil and Vander let the Sound Mage know he was heading up to shower off the filth of his busy day and extending an offhand invitation for the blonde to join him.
It was good bit of time before Bickslow's voice was calling out from his spot on the couch where he had finished the bowl off and started playing with his babies, "About time you three got here. Where's Cris?"
Emzadi immediately rushed across the room to flop on top of Bickslow to cuddle up to her older brother. "Bixy-bo! You're here earlier than usual. Didn't your flight just come in today?"
A confused look crossed Lucy's face at the second vague dig at the Seith Mage's punctuality before the familiar voice of the White Sea Guildmaster cleared up her confusion with an easy response, "He's only ever late when he's chasing tail. No need to chase when he brought it with him."
Remembering that Bix was bringing someone home with him that wasn't one of the members of his team, the Solar Dragon Slayer sat up to search the open layout for the little Fairy she heard about through the grapevine that was Kaleb's regular calls from Laxus. It was rare for the Lightning Slayer to praise someone so it stuck with the amazon of a Slayer.
Using one of Bickslow's babies, the six foot blonde bombshell jumped over the back of the couch to earn a scolding 'Zadi, not the couch' from Farron before the one of a kind burning orange of her naturally hooded sharp eyes caught Lucy's like a trap.
"You're the one Sparklebutt is always talking about," before bending to wrap her up in a tight hug, "I'm so excited to finally meet you."
The Celestial Mage would have answered in kind if she could breathe properly but the instant Emzadi released her and she took in a much needed gulp of air, the blindingly bright woman had ushered her out of the kitchen into the center of the living room with her arm wrapped around her hip in a loose familiar way in spite of having just met literally a minute ago.
She had already known how attractive both Arman and Kaleb were both having been the real power behind Bosco's ardent support getting Ishgar as whole back on its feat after the War but seeing the two of them in all their glory in person had her lung function hitching all over again.
Kaleb was built like Laxus near identically and the tight fit of his unbuttoned crisp white dress shirt had the bulk of his muscle on display in ways that had her coil stirring for what seemed like thousandth time since arriving in the den of the beasts.
"Zadi, honey, not everyone is as comfortable as you are when in the home of strangers." Arman's voice was similar to Farron's in ways that made her blush at the involuntary need to start rubbing her thighs together from her bodies reaction to the gentle timbre.
Trying to gather herself before she found herself in real trouble, she answered in honest defense of the endearing energy the Solar Slayer had. "It's fine really, it reminds me of a lot of another fiery dragon I know and I like the free cuddles."
A knowing smile on his tanned face, Arman's bright green eyes glinted with an emotion she had often seen in Mira's eye before he spoke. "Excellent, my dear. You'll have trouble finding a shortage of affection during your stay with us. Now," turning with a clap of his hands towards the kitchen and a cheery bounce to his step, "let's see to setting the table while our chef finishes up what is sure to be a delicious meal."
The conjoined blonde beauties followed quickly behind to lend the Pradesh patriarch their hands as Emzadi leaned her head towards Lucy's, a toothy grin on her face. "I know Ronnie put you in the pool house but that's so far away from the rest of us so we'll move your stuff into my room after dinner."
The thought of sharing a bed with the intimidatingly gorgeous woman had her heating up in ways she hadn't ever felt in regards to another woman before but found herself agreeing nonetheless. Maybe this was life's way of saying 'here have your experimental college years packed into a two week stay in the company of a family of sex gods' and she had always wondered what it would feel like to be with someone who had the same parts and knew how to work them from experience.
It wasn't until they had all sat down around the massive dining room table, myriad of clashing smells assaulting her senses in the best possible way, that Lucy realized she was starving.
Emzadi had claimed the seat on Lucy's right while Vander had taken the spot on her left after sauntering down in a pair off shorts and only a pair of shorts from the look of it.
Keeping her thoughts pg-13 during dinner, she quickly distracted herself from the bulge of Vander's crotch by asking to no one in particular, "I know Bixy asked earlier but where is Cristoff? I was hoping he could help me with a...problem I've been having."
Interest piqued by the odd phrasing of the question, Arman raised a brow as the rest of his children started picking up bowls and plates of food and passing it around with practiced ease. "Cris was sent out a few days ago to the capital but he should be home sometime tonight. Would any of us be any use to you with this...problem you've been having?"
Rubbing the back of her head as she ducked her head but kept a reassuring smile on her face, she responded with a nervous chuckle to her voice. "Oh, um, I don't think so? I just know Draco is mated to his dragon and he's being particularly ornery and difficult lately."
Blinking from his seat at the head of the table, the oldest Pradesh seemed taken by surprise by her words as he halted mid-mashed potato scoop. "Draco, you say?"
Going back to filling her plate, she missed the varying looks of shock, disbelief and confusion on the rest of the Pradesh brood's faces to answer with a tired sigh, "Mmm, I think it has something to do with the time of year since nothing else has changed since he came to me but he won't talk to me about it. It's really annoying actually. He just closes his gate and sulks. So much that I can feel him sulking in the Spirit World. He's like a great big unhappy grumpy dragon-sized child."
Clearing his throat to break the rare lull settled over his family, Kaleb's smooth voice sounding restarted the flow of dinner as the rest of his siblings shook the initial emotion the news pulled from them. "It would be best to see what Cris has to say since he's spent the most time with Draco."
With a casual shrug and a carefree smile, the little Fairy let out a lilting giggle before taking a sip of her wine and starting in on the fantastic food on her plate.
Vander had managed to behave for most of dinner before a brilliant idea crossed his mind.
Sensing the nature of this 'brilliant idea', his Mindbender brother gave his shin a kick from his spot across from the deviant which Vander dodged with little effort before leaning forward on his left elbow to have his right fall into his lap with a cheshire grin curling his lips in mischief.
Lucy was deeply invested in the back and forth between Bickslow and Emzadi when she felt fingers ghost over thigh on a straight line for the apex of her legs.
Eyes going owlish as her hand caught Vander's under the table, she sent him a sideways look to convey her exasperation with his insane timing which he matched with a look that just dared her to stop him. An open challenge to her prudish ways by his standards of the word.
Knowing there was no way in hell she was about to get handsy at a dinner table containing two Sound Mages, a Mindbender and a Dragon Slayer, her grip tightened as she put his hand back in his lap as her swift response. Nope. No way she was about let the youngest Pradesh boy into her pants when literally everyone would know exactly what was going on just below their desserts.
A little too forceful in her delivery, she overshot his thigh and ended up dual punching Vander right in his family jewels and even he wasn't immune to the knee jerk reaction to cup himself to ease the pain.
Immediately, guilt tore through her as her panicky hands hovered above his shoulder in a moment of hesitation before she started rubbing fervent circles over his still bare shoulder blades as if that would help his nuts feel better.
"Holy shit. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- that isn't what I meant- are you okay? Is this the sort of thing that requires ice? Or a heating pad? I don't-"
His voice was tight but not unkind as he cut off her guilty ramblings. "Huney, I'm fine."
It wasn't until the Mindbender spoke up from across the table that Lucy at least dropped the deer in the headlights look in her eyes. "It's not the first time Vander's balls have been the targeted by a beautiful woman and it won't be the last, Lucy. I like to think of it as a form of karma."
Her hands stilled but the soft lilt of her voice nearly stunned the Shadowquip with the genuine remorse she felt at hurting him. "You're sure you're okay?"
A genuine smile quirked his lips as he easily reassured the blonde, "Five by five, sugar."
Now that the Celestial Mage has determined that the Shadowquip was okay, her finger immediately poked at his face with each word she spoke as if to make her point by shoving through her fingertips into his skull. " . . . I haven't had a meal like this in ages and I won't have you ruining it with your debauchery."
Emzadi and Bickslow shared a look of mutual amusement, brows raised, lips drawn at the blonde's outburst before breaking down into a fit of giggles just as Arman and Farron returned with two of the most amazingly decadent cakes she'd ever lain eyes one and found herself distracted with the stray curious thought at what her team of wrecking balls were up to.
Vander, mostly recovered and always optimistic when it came to the relations he has, was perfectly content to take pleasure in the chase. It'd been a good while since anyone put up a real fight against his charms and the raven-haired Pradesh found himself stirring at the thrill of it all.
Two weeks is a long time and anything can happen.
It wasn't until after they had finished dinner that Lucy really started feeling the aftereffects of her busy day but Arman and Bickslow ganged up on her with their easy going smiles and subtle pressure and she somehow found herself quite literally sandwiched between the two twistiest and infectiously laidback Pradesh boys as Bix rested his arm along the back of the couch behind her head so he could run his fingers through her hair in lazy motions while Vander quickly rested nearly all his arm on the smooth skin of her leg to run the back of his knuckles across in aimless patterns.
She lasted all of twenty minutes before their combined ministrations put her sleep, happily nestled in with her head on Vander's shoulder and her hand loosely laced in Bickslow's on her lap.
~Like I said, she a two parter. I have lots more for y'all that will be finished by 8ish my time.
I literally read the definition of doxy and immediately started the resounding chant that was HAREM HAREMHAREMHAREM and I do not regret it. XD ~