hiiiiii! Ive been so busy with work ;-; i missed yall!
I made sure to make this chap a little longer this time!
There was a stiff silence that consumed the air when the demon's magic finally calmed. His body began to relax, panicked breaths settling into rhythmic gasps, chest rising and falling as he was still hunched over, facing the ground.
The demon was in his head for a moment, gathering his renewed sense of self. Last he emerged, his curse was awakened by a burning anger, heart filled with dread and the need for revenge. Being forced to the surface again, he felt odd without a purpose, confused and out of place. He paid more attention to the way it felt to breathe, to brush his fingers against the dirt. Why was he here?
"...Natsu?" Her voice stirred his instinct awake, his head quickly turning towards its source. Ah, she must be why, he thought.
He remembered her, soft blonde hair and eyes that refused to open to his call. Her limp body in his arms pained him to a point of unbearable heartache. Sure she had left their world, there was nothing to hold back his anger. Hellfire would consume the land and destroy anything in his path for taking away the one thing that mattered to him, the only thing that mattered.
She looked worried, reaching out to settle a hand upon his before speaking again.
"Are you okay? Do you know who I am?" His eyes drew from her face to her hand, an odd sensation filling his chest. Akin to the red string of fate, something deep within the blonde connected the two.
She had been touched by his curse, its raw make-up, demon energy in its purest form. He could feel the slight resonation calling to him, begging to be strengthened.
~000~
I felt dizzy, cautious, and unsure of what to do next, fearful of angering the demon above me. His red scaled and taloned hands were on either side of my head, caging me underneath his person.
He stared down at me, a black shadow engraved like a curtain over his eyes. I could feel the heat emitting from his body, an almost suffocating blanket rolling over me. I liked his warmth on most days. Even in the summertime, I never found him stifling. He was cozy, if anything, his heat never too much for me to handle. But the close proximity now broke a sweat on my skin, inhales feeling heavy in my throat.
"Lucy..." He brought his lips to trace the curve of my nape, a slow drag from his nose following. I stilled, overly conscious of the way his gentle, nuzzling touch made me feel. I couldn't help letting my eyes flutter closed, absorbed in the sensation of his comfort.
Demon or dragon, he was the person I loved. Our relationship had stalled to a sweet friendship that I hoped would one day morph into something more. Though, I hoped he would say it first.
Feeling his hand on my cheek, I opened my eyes, looking for the warmth of my best friend I knew was in there somewhere. A startled gasp passed through my lips, feeling his other hand push its way underneath my shirt. I stared at him, feeling his burning touch settle just underneath my cleavage.
"Do you feel it?" The rough sound of his voice sunk deep into my conscience, stimulating an odd awareness that bloomed in my senses. He spoke not only to me, but to a dormant part of my soul that I never knew was there.
"My hellflame, inside you," I gasped again, a heat growing underneath his palm. It began to branch and leech into different corners of my body, flourishing as it reached out for Natsu. "It's calling out."
He ignited a passion that had long been smoldering beneath the surface, ready to break free as he claimed my lips in a smothering kiss.
I melted into his touch, the taste of temptation thick on his lips. I moaned, the sound escaping my parted lips in a mingling of longing and urgency, my body already aching with a desperate yearning for his touch, a sensation that seemed to radiate from the very core of my being.
A tear slipped and rolled down my cheek; I'd wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long.
Being this close, slipping my tongue against his, listening to his pleasured purrs, feeling him eat up mine. All the while when he wasn't himself, he wasn't Natsu. He embodied a malevolent force, a relentless demon tugging at the edges of my resistance, his allure woven from the threads of irresistible darkness, each strand pulling me deeper into a mesmerizing abyss of tempting despair that threatened to consume all rational thought. And with every lasting touch, I wanted him to.
His fingers embarked on a tortuous journey, a slow and deliberate exploration along the curve of my breast. The intense and fervid heat of his hand left an indelible imprint of his presence. It felt like a marking touch, something guiding the curse even closer to my heart, corrupting me.
My thoughts became muddled as he drew out more, coercing my soul. I wanted it, I wanted him, my back arching and body captive to his seduction.
I reached out to pull him closer, absorbed in his deep kiss and burning siren song. He guided me similarly, our silhouettes pressing together. The sensation of his measure against my lower extremities was enough to shock me back into a moment of clarity.
I donned my Taurus star dress and made the resolution to ram my knee into his stomach, catching my breath as I watched his body disappear over the high line of trees.
Now that he was a distance away, my body began to readjust itself, the energy of his curse slowly subsiding. I still felt enthralled, attached even, to the way he made me feel. My lips missed his, my thighs squeezing together as I realized how affected I was by his subtle stimulation.
I wanted to wrap my arms around myself and cry, feeling empty and cold now that he was no longer by my side. I ignored the regret stewing in my heart, knowing Natsu was right.
I had to run.
~000~
Lucy's kick launched me a good distance away from her person, I could feel it. Was her attack enough to jar me back to my senses? My back smacked against the berth of a tree, a choked gasp stealing my breath away as I slunk to the ground.
I was dizzy, not only from lack of air, but from the remnants of the growing demon's seed in my chest, fighting to take over. My body shook, my mind still too weak to manage more than subtly lifting my hand, the hand that roamed over Lucy's bare chest.
How could I even begin to apologize to her? I betrayed our trust, our partnership, even if I wasn't fully in control of myself.
I wanted to apologize even more knowing that I felt good, that I still felt…so good.
My lips felt like they were on fire, burning with a blaze I didn't know I was able to feel so vehemently. The taste of her tongue and the feel of her body against mine…oh god, it was so terribly wonderful. Her moans, her breath, her arms around my neck. I closed my eyes, remembering every aching second of our tainted first kiss.
I could feel the rise of darkness within her, a tight string of lace coming towards my palm, wanting me to grab it and drag her down into my depths. Want throbbed between my legs, the pain of desire brutal. I couldn't let the demon within me force itself on Lucy, the curse deep within her body manipulating her thoughts. I wouldn't let it trick her into giving herself to me.
But I could feel it taking over again, the demon clawing its way out to look for Lucy, to finish what we started. It wanted her, I wanted her. I wanted us both to wreak havoc on the world, to bathe in the torrid energy forcing its way into my heart.
I could feel myself rising to my feet, my thoughts becoming hazy as I succumbed to my curse, my nose tilting upward to follow the delightful scent of my paramour running off in the distance.
I feel a little sad sometimes since I feel like I don't write the way I used to, but I take a lot more time working on a doc,, a more refined draft doesn't seem like the worst thing yk ;-;
I struggled with thinking about how I should write the demon's voice, especially since I didn't want to go down the stereotypical route of the old way we used to write chasing tropes lol so I went for third person instead of first!
I wanted to give him more of a goal rather than looking for his mate in the usual sense, and someone on tumblr pointed out how we don't really talk about the fact that Lucy withstood the curse that came from her rewriting END's book! I thought that was a fun tidbit to use!
please let me know what you thought!
