Chapter 13: Dashed Hopes

A/N: Hello again! This will be chapter one of two today so enjoy! WARNING the first part of this chapter is full on citrus! Break out the lube and the tissues and here we go! If you don't wanna read the lemon, then skip to where you see this ********.

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Same day, at night now (Erza POV)

I walk into my apartment and shut the door behind me as Jellal pushes me up against the wall and crashes his lips onto mine. Gods how much I needed this, today was not my day and I really need the release, he puts on of his hands on my lower back and presses me up against even more and his other hand goes into my hair tilting my head back so he can deepen the kiss. We break apart for air and he rips his shirt off, revealing his chiseled body, it's like a god's and I run my hands over the muscles that are as hard as rock. He reconnects our lips and I hook my legs onto his legs and he carries me into the bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed and begins to work on removing my shirt, but I stop him and say, "Let me get that," I requip into my seduction armor and I see Jellal get excited, his pants beginning to tent and my panties begin to drip even more at the sight. I reach for his pants and begin to pull them down, ripping the button clean off in my desire to see and feel his cock. I make quick work of his pants and turn and gently put them down, bending over in the process and giving Jellal a great view of my butt. I hear him purr and whimper at being teased as I turn around and crawl on top of him and crash my mouth onto his, causing him to moan. I use his moan to slip my tongue into his mouth and our tongues battle for control, mine winning as always. You could say that I'm a dominatrix in that I like being on top and in control most of the time. MOST OF THE TIME. I don't mind being on bottom once in a while, but not tonight, tonight I NEED to be on top, in control, in command. I pull away and begin kissing his neck, leaving marks here and there and leave a rather large one at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He moans wantonly at the marks and begins kneading my butt cheeks with his big calloused hands, making me moan at his roughness. I begin to trail kisses down his torso until he sits up suddenly and takes off the cloth covering my breasts and latches his mouth onto my left nipple and gives it sloppy wet kisses. I moan loudly at the sudden change and moan even louder when his hands begin working on the neglected twin of a right nipple. His rough hand begin to knead my breast roughly and I begin to moan and pant even louder than before and I grind against his hips roughly, grinding our sexes together and we both gasp at the friction, we wanted it so badly. Especially since it had been a two weeks since the last time, so when he begins to take my last piece of clothing off I help him rip it off and climb off so he can get his boxers off.

When his boxers are off I crawl back on top, but he pulls me to his face and positions my sex over his mouth and begins to finger the bundle of nerves that are there, rubbing them and pinching them for a moment before pulling me down on his as he begins to lap at my sensitive folds. I moan from the sensation and begin to feel the coiling in my stomach that I know oh so well now. I'm close. Very close now. I begin to grind my sex into his face, desiring a release that I have longed for the past two weeks. He adds a finger, how I'm not sure but the sensation is enough to send me over the as I cum screaming out his name, pushing my sex onto his roughly as I ride out the orgasm, the volume of my scream dies down and I feel him lapping up the juices from my sex.

I put my hand behind me and feel his cock throbbing, desiring for a release, I look at him and see the lust in his eyes matching min as I say, "Here let me get that for you babe." I crawl off of him and pull him up off the bed as I kneel in front of him. His cock is fully erect and standing proud, which it should due its big size and wide girth. I begin to drool at the site mentally and take it into my hands, using the natural lube of life to moisten it: spit. Making sure I get it wet enough I stroke every inch of his cock and use both hands so I can get to the good part soon. Feeling that he is prepared enough I put my lips to the tip and place small kisses all over the tip. He moans/groans at the feeling, wanting the teasing to stop and for the pleasure to begin. I then slowly take him into my mouth, my tongue lapping over the parts I had not reached yet. I slowly take a good seven inches in before I pull back only to bob back down and take even more, having to deep-throat him to get all nine inches of him into my mouth. I feel his cock slide down my throat and moan wantonly onto his cock causing to moan back. I get a steady rhythm going of me bobbing up and down on cock and taking him until his pubes were in my face, next to my nose. I bob down one last time as he comes, shooting his load into my mouth and holding my head in place so I swallow it all. Which I do, greedily so as I love the taste of his semen.

When he finally shoots his last load into me I notice he's still hard, thank gods no more foreplay, just more sex. I push him back down onto the bed and position myself above his cock, and without any forewarning I impale myself on his cock and I swear I see stars, I'm still tight and his cock always stretches my inner walls like it's my first time. I quickly adjust to his size and begin to move, going up until just his head is in and then impaling myself back down. He grabs my hips and helps me out, meeting my thrusts with his own and we begin to find a steady rhythm. I begin to feel the coiling in my stomach again and grind even harder on his cock and his pace quickly matches mine as we both are close to release. I come first, my inner walls clenching around him as I scream out his name even louder than before, sure that everyone in all of Fiore heard me. He thrusts a few more times before it's too much and he comes too yelling my name as he shoots his load straight into me, he wasn't wearing a condom but that doesn't matter since I use a potion that prevents me from having kids so I don't have to worry. He pulls out and looks at me as he pulls me into a hug saying, "That was amazing, but I'm tired now, let's go to sleep ok?" I nod my agreement and he turns me over so he can spoon me and we both drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

******** END OF LEMON.***********

The next morning

I woke up at my usual time of five fifty-five, beating the alarm clock. I got and got dressed for my morning run that usually lasted about ten miles, but today was different as I got up I couldn't shake the feeling of failure from my mind. 'How did Lucy get so strong? When did she surpass me? When had the gap become so big that I couldn't even touch her? When did I lose to her? Why can't I bring myself to be happy for her?' I ponder as I begin to run, still in my house but I didn't realize until I ran into the door, which I then opened and continued running. 'Why can't I focus anymore? Am I really that shaken by the fact that I lost to Lucy that I'm losing it? I mean I guess I am happy that she has really grown up and gotten very strong now, she probably could TAKE ON Natsu, not rely on him to save her as usual, if he were alive anymore. But then why do I feel like shit? Why do I feel like I'm different now? Why do I feel…' Then it hit me, I feel like this because of the loss. The only people in the guild who have beaten me are Gildarts and Laxus, master and I have never fought before, and I beat the shit out of everyone else except Mira but we just fought like kids do with their rivals, not seriously and in a spar setting. So this loss was very depressing. 'It's not just that I lost, it's how I lost. I got thrown around like a rag doll, giving it my all like always which is usually more than enough. But yesterday, it wasn't even close to enough, it was like she was sleeping still and she creamed me like I was some second rate mage. Someone that didn't even require her to go all that hard, she didn't even break a sweat, I looked like Jet or Droy fighting Laxus one on one. ME! I LOOKED LIKE A LOSER! I can't have this. I won't allow myself to fall behind anymore, I will train myself to all new heights and I will surpass HER!' I then pick up my pace and decide to triple the distance, 'I will be faster, I will find new armors that are even stronger, and I will bend the laws of the knight(her requip magic) and I will be able to call THAT armor forth again. And be able to do so repeatedly, like it was a normal suit of armor. I will be STRONGER!' As I reach the usual spot where I turn around, I decide to keep going, 'I'll run to the church, which is on the other side of town and then go back home, yeah that'll d…' I am unable to finish my thoughts as a fist flies out of nowhere and hits me in the face. I'm sent flying into a wall and begin to slip into unconsciousness.

I hear a voice say before I black out, "Teach ya to disrespect someone who beat you in battle." And I swear that I have heard this voice before.

(3rd Person POV)

Everyone runs to where the crowd is, obviously since they are all sheep and follow whatever the others do. But this case is special, they are running to see something, something shocking and absolutely terrifying. They are gathered in front of the cathedral and are all to lost in the sight before them to say a word or leave or even look away from the gruesome scene. Numbers 3,4, and 5 watch in anticipation as they wait for someone from the guild to come and assist the people. All three were smirking and knew that the members of the guild were gonna be in for a surprise, and they were giddy at the thought. They had been here for almost a month now and they had begun to get bored, especially of late as they had not done anything until yesterday when they went and saw the sparring match. Then their Boss told number 3 to go and teach Scarlet a lesson in humility to which he said, "Gladly.' Boss was none too happy with this bitch and really wanted to have her feel the humiliation of defeat. So when the Boss left number 3 asked, "Wanna help?" The other two immediately nodded and now they were here, and they all had to agree , they out did themselves.

Then they heard a townsperson yell, "Finally someone from the guild, you must see this!" He grabbed and dragged… The one person that we really wanted to see come first: Jellal Fernandes.

(POV Change to Jellal)

I was dragged to the front of the mob by the mayor and heard him mumbling repeatedly to himself, 'Sorry… I'm so sorry.' I began to grow worried, as I saw the look on the townspeople's faces, they were pale and horrified, as if they seen a ghost not named Mavis. We finally reached the front of the mob and as soon as we stopped and I looked up my face paled as well.

There on the doors of the cathedral was Erza, again stapled in to the wall, and she was completely naked. The marks from last night barely visible as her body was adorned with new marks, burns, bruises, and a specific mark that looked more like a drawing. I had seen the drawing before, it was a helmet, I think a samurai one, and it was cracked at the top. This was no simple drawing, it was the mark of a very specific group, a group that had beaten the shit out of me and my guild before: The mark of the Ronin. I shivered at the memory, hoping that it was some sick joke to make us think it was them, but then my hopes were dashed a I looked up and saw above the door and saw the mark again. I looked away not wanting to remember that day, but something else caught my eye well two things really. The first was a puddle of red beneath her, it was something that almost made me puke, it was blood, HER BLOOD. I began to break down, not at her blood creating a pool beneath her body, but at the sight of her head. Her hair more specifically, or rather the lack of it, as she is completely bald. The hair that I loved so deeply, the hair that originally caught my attention and brought me to her was gone and so was any way to tell who she except for knowing her face well. And even that was tough as her face was swollen and bruised, mangled to the point of almost not even being recognizable. I began to sob and cried out to the heavens, the source of my magic, but at that moment not even they could help me. I had never felt more hopeless in my life.

(POV Change to Number 3)

I watch as the scene before me unfolds and I pull out the lacrima and say into it, "The reign of The Knight is over."

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A/N: Whew! What a scene! And that lemon… it was meh but hey it was my first one so give me a break. Poor Erza, she's really gonna feel that pain of being second best now. Well one more chapter today so get ready… (Sees Natsu walking over with an angry look in his eyes, which are red now.) Shit.

Natsu: YOU MADE LUCY CRY!

YOU JUST REALIZED THIS! THAT HAPPENED A WHOLE DAY AGO!

NATSU: NO ONE MAKES HER CRY, FIRE DRAGON'S IRON FIST!

(Dodges as a brawl ensues) READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE REVIEW! ADIOS! (crashing noises can be heard in the background)