"Fhk, yhr, yhr, yhr!"
Cana's clenched teeth were all that kept her from crying out and waking the rest of Magnolia.
One foot was on the ground, balanced on her high heeled sandal, her capris jeans crumpled around her ankle. The other was slapping against Gray's hip as he fucked her, the wet slaps of loin-to-loin action loud enough to be heard if one cupped an ear. Hidden around the corner of a back alley, the open air would carry the sounds of rutting far and wide if they weren't discreet.
Her bikini top was stretched beneath her tits as Gray groped and sucked and licked her caramel-colored, swaying sacks of pillowy goodness like it was his last meal. "Your pussy's just not happy without someone inside it."
With her smooth leg slung over Gray's arm, Cana had to hold on to Gray's neck or else lean her bare back against the rough bricks behind her. As such, she had leverage to pull him in for a hungry, feral kiss on the lips, ending with her teeth pulling at his lip.
"What the fuck do you think?" she growled, then shuddered and moaned.
Gray thought that Cana had been a little off when she'd cut him off after leaving his house. The previous day, they'd gone at it for as long as two powerful wizards would, several hours on-and-off as he paused to cool off and Cana paused to raid his stash of beer. Then, once both he and his liquor cabinet were tapped dry, Cana said her farewells and stumbled home for the evening, her walk impaired not by the hollow-leg lurch but with a sort of bowl-legged waddle.
So, he was quite surprised when, this morning, she snatched him off the street, her eyes a little bloodshot and her hair looking disheveled, and pulled him into this alleyway. He hadn't even had time to ask what was up before she pulled his pants down and swallowed his flaccid cock whole.
But, he was glad he didn't. Gray would have to be as crazy as Natsu to turn down one of the hottest girls in Fairy Tail, a guild which already had a high number of sexy members.
"Is this part of your plan to find a boyfriend?" Gray asked as he slid a hand down her side, grabbing a handful of Cana's gelatinous ass cheek.
"You did this to me," Cana snarled, swinging her hips and impaling herself on Gray's long meat-pole. "Fucking me so good, making me remember how much I fucking love cock."
Gray suddenly found his face smothered in Cana's cleavage as she leapt up and left her jeans on the ground. Now Cana bounced in the air, held up by Gray's hands and cock as he slammed her down and juiced her pussy.
"Don't put this on me, Cana," Gray grunted. "You just like what I got, don't you?"
Cana squawked as he lifted her up to the tip, then dropped her all the way down.
"Better tell me," Gray said with a small smirk, "or I might lose confidence and stop."
"Is that right, fuckboy?" Cana grabbed his face and put her forehead against hers. "I didn't get any sleep last night because you and your cock kept me up. You're going to pound me into a sex-coma or I'll find someone who can. Someone like… Natsu, maybe?"
"Hell no," Gray grimaced, then grabbed Cana's waist and held her in place like she sat in a fuck swing.
"Oh! Yeah! MMM-mf!" Cana slapped a hand over her mouth as her eyes rolled back for a moment.
"I am not playing backup to that idiot!"
Cana regained her senses and snatched up Gray's head again, pulling him back into her giant bikini-balloons.
"So you better keep an open schedule," she hissed into his ear before biting it. "Until I find a boyfriend, you're my-" Cana gasped and her breath began to heave. "-emergency… supply. Of! OH FUCK!"
Cana was glad she'd left her jeans behind because her pussy coiled tight and soaked both of them good. Her arms and legs clamped around Gray as the lightning bolt of ecstasy shot through her body, her lewd moan muffled by his shoulder.
"Ah, shit, here it comes!" Gray shouted.
Cana was ready to let him, but her better sense won out. She let go and tumbled off of Gray, moonsaulting to the ground before hopping her knees beneath her and grabbing her breasts.
"C'mere, fuckboy," Cana said, sloshing her titties in her hands. "I got two friends who love sharing cock between them."
Gray's girthy dick smacked down onto Cana's jiggly jugs and her girls rose up to titfuck him.
…for about three seconds.
"HNGH!"
Gray's cock throbbed and erupted with Cana's soft cans completely enveloping his length. Jizz pooled inside the soft pocket of boobflesh that Cana created around him; it was a feeling she loved almost as much as having her pussy plowed. Cana's breathing was still heavy after Gray finished cumming, after which she stood up and leaned forward. White, sticky goo inched down her swaying mammaries and dripped off the tips of her brown nipples, sparing her bikini top from soilage.
"Perfect way to start the day," she said, reaching over and fishing her jeans off the ground. Reaching into a pocket, she pulled a few napkins out and started wiping herself off.
Gray raised an eyebrow at that. "You thought that far ahead?"
Cana finished wiping her body off and tossed the napkin away. "All night, remember? Now, before I head to the guild and try coffee for the first time in my life…"
She knelt back down and stared at his half-hard cock, covered in cum and pussy juice.
"Lemme get that for you," she said. "Aaaaa…"
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"Aaagh," Cana retched as she set her cup down.
"It's just another acquired taste," Mirajane said from behind the bar, smiling sadly at her sickened guildmate.
"Maybe," Cana replied, "but cold ale doesn't burn your mouth, or taste like mud. This stuff is awful."
Mira held up the coffee pot. "Third cup?"
"Please."
While Cana was adjusting to her rediscovered dick-related desires, Gray was looking around the guild hall, his shirt already on the floor.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
Mirajane looked around as Cana blew on her coffee. The guild was by no means empty, at best a little underweight in terms of warm bodies. Besides themselves, Alzack was cleaning one of his guns and trying to avoid eye contact with Bisca across the room… while totally checking her out. Bisca had taken a cue from Cana's style and begun wearing a fringed bikini top beneath a T-shirt with a knot tied beneath her breasts. There were at least eight guild members between the two, which made Alzack's paranoia all the funnier.
Funnier, even, than the fact that Bisca was trying to check him out, too.
"What do you mean?" Mira asked Gray.
"You know, Natsu? Happy? Erza? Lucy?" Gray swept a hand towards the tables. "I don't see them."
"Oh, them!" Mira chortled, stowing the coffee pot on top of a heat lacrima. "Erza went with Master Makarov to give a report about that dark guild you cleared out. They should be back some time tomorrow. Everyone else went on a job."
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At that moment, in a forest several dozen miles to the west, Natsu, Happy, and Lucy had gathered into a huddle.
"Okay, you guys," Lucy said. "We need to take this thing back alive, so here's the plan. Happy, you fly on ahead and find that crushatrice. Lead it back here."
"Are you sure it'll follow me, Lucy?" said the blue cat.
"I read that a crushatrice has a good sense of smell and mostly eats meat," Lucy said, looking at Natsu, "and their first way to attack is to try to land on their prey and squash them flat. It'll follow you if you annoy it enough."
"Aye, sir!"
"Natsu," Lucy continued, "when Happy leads it back, you'll be the bait."
"Oh yeah! Gonna rumble with a giant chicken! Ae-eee!"
Natsu winced as Lucy's hand gripped his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.
"Not. A. Chance. Got it?" Lucy hissed.
"But whyyy? I wanna fight the giant chicken monster!"
"Because the last thing we or the client needs is you roasting and eating it!"
Natsu pouted and looked away. "I wouldn't eat it…"
"Yes you would," Lucy shot back. "Anyway, when it gets here-" Lucy held up one of her golden Zodiac keys, "we'll trap it in a pitfall trap. Virgo can dig it. Natsu, you'll stand on it and try to get the crushatrice to land on you. Once it's stuck in the hole, we just knock it out and carry it back to the client."
A grin came back to Natsu's face. "So I at least get to punch it, right?"
Lucy grinned back. "Right."
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"...Oh." Gray was a little taken aback. Happy was annoying, Lucy was sexy but kind of annoying, he'd never admit to actually liking Natsu, and any job he could do with Erza had a good chance of ending in-
"Fuck this!"
Cana's shout started Gray out of his thoughts. She slugged back her coffee and slammed down the cup so hard that it broke.
"Mira, gimme liquor, lots of it, right now!" Cana barked. "If I'm gonna pass out, I'm doing it my way!"
Mira shrugged. "Have it your way, then."
She presented to Cana a small barrel with 5 X's on it.
"Hell yeah! Gimme that Flyman's Fifty!"
Cana slapped the cork from the top, picked it up, and started guzzling. Gray watched, hoping her fatigue would keep her from racking up a bar tab today. Unfortunately, Cana was way more thirsty than tired, and within a minute was already on to her second barrel.
"Have another one ready for when I get back," Cana said, sliding out of the bar stool. "My leg's filled up."
"Already?" Mira asked with a teasing smile.
"Fucking coffee…" Cana muttered as she hurried out the guild door.
Mira chortled again, then noticed Gray was…
"Are you feeling all right, Gray?" she asked. "You're looking a little… blue."
Indeed, Gray was looking like he'd swallowed a rotten fish, his head sinking lower and lower.
"So much for the plan." He groaned, his sense of foreboding coming out of the pores on his forehead. "Looks like this'll be another bottomless bar tab."
"Why's that a problem?" Mira asked, sidling up beside him. "Cana can manage her own money."
Gray grumbled something unintelligible. That's when Mira leaned closer, her cleavage on display through her V-neck dress and her large bosom resting on the counter.
"What 'plan' did you have?" she asked, a smirk starting to form on her face.
Gray twitched like he'd been startled. "Uh…"
"Did you make a deal with her?" Mira asked, waggling her eyebrows. "A little 'quid pro quo' on your outstanding gambling debt? Hmmmm?"
"...Sort of?" Gray admitted. "I agreed to pay her bar tab for the day, plus some money I got from the last job." He looked over and saw Cana rounding the front doors to the guild hall. "I got a feeling I'll end up paying more than I originally owed."
"Aww, poor baby," Mira cooed sarcastically, patting Gray on the head.
He pushed her hand away. "That's not funny, Mira."
"Oh yes it is!" Cana said, thumping her generous tush-padding back in the bar stool. "Bottle of rum, Mira! I don't care what kind!"
Mira ducked under the bar for a second. "Captain Mordred's?"
"I said I don't care!"
With a half-visible shrug, Mira emerged with a black decanter. It had a chain around its neck with a label depicting a one-eyed, black-bearded sea captain. Mira was about to offer Cana a glass when Cana snatched up the decanter, yanked the stopper off, tipped her head back and poured.
"Wow," Mira said. "Look at her go."
Gray swallowed. "Yup."
It was then, at that very moment, that Mira almost slapped herself in her photogenic face. What a golden opportunity this was! Why was she teasing her prospective rebound boy when she could be reeling him in?
She took the now-empty decanter from Cana and placed it back under the bar. After several more bottles of hard liquor, Cana was finally starting to wobble atop her stool.
"Feeling a little light-headed there, Cana?" said Gray. "You need me to carry you back to your room?"
"Ooooh no," Cana slurred. It seemed lack of sleep had kneecapped her otherwise superhuman tolerance. She prodded Gray's bare chest.
Gray looked down at himself. "Dammit, not again…"
"I already lost one night's sleep," warbled the lush, "and you're not talking me into another." She turned her back to the bar. "Greh's got the rest. I'm goying home."
Gray sighed, looking at the empty spot where Cana's money should be, and Mira struck.
"How about I offer you a deal?" she asked, placing her boobs on the counter again. Gray didn't disappoint, his eyes darting down to her cleavage before he could help himself. "I'll cover Cana's bar tab for the day, if you-uu…" She playfully drilled a finger into his shoulder. "-help me close up tonight, then walk me home."
Gray frowned. "I can help you close up, sure, but why do you need me to walk you home?"
Mira coyly drew back. "Don't you know? There's all kinds of night-perverts who might try to…" She leaned in again. "...take advantage of me."
Gray swallowed a little. "Is that so?"
Mira pouted. "My safety and wellbeing isn't enough for you? Okay, I'll sweeten the deal: after you walk me home, I'll cook you something nice for dinner. Elfman's out on a job, so I should have plenty stocked for you."
"So…" The wheels in Gray's clanked into epiphany. "It's a date?"
Mira's hands came together. "I'd love to! See you tonight!"
"Wait! That's not what I-!" It was too late. Mira had already zoomed away to take orders and fish for tips. With her good looks, she more than made bank despite not going on jobs anymore. She could definitely afford Cana's bar tab.
On the other hand, while she didn't act like it, Mirajane Strauss used to be an S-Class wizard before she became a full-time pinup model. No way did she need his help to stay safe, if push came to shove. She was up to something, and the look in her eyes made Gray feel like a piece of meat on a dinner plate.
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"Move it, Lucy!"
"What the-?!"
Not two words came before Lucy found herself hiding in a hollow tree trunk, Natsu's arms wrapped around her body.
"What gives?"
"The wind," Natsu replied softly. "Feel it?"
Lucy definitely felt something, being held this tight in a pair of warm, toned man-arms. Pushing that aside, Lucy instead noted the soft breeze washing over her sleeveless arms. It was blowing in the direction Happy had flown.
"Sense of smell," Lucy said, before a tick mark appeared on her forehead. "Hold on! Why am I a problem but you're not?!"
"Because I smell like leaves, trees, and dirt," Natsu replied. "That's not gonna tip the thing off. But you smell…"
"Yeah?!" Lucy demanded.
She paused, too, when she realized that Natsu was smelling her hair.
"...really good, actually." His arms loosened around her waist. His knuckles brushed against the bottom of her boobs as he released her. Lucy's whole body was stiff; her gentle curves in her lower region seemed to move on their own, leaning against Natsu's waist and the…
Lucy went bug-eyed and grasped Natsu's arm. Is that why he wears baggy pants?
The thing she felt through the ass of her skirt… It was simply monstrous! Not only that, but squeezing his arm seemed to be some kind of signal for Natsu to put his hands on her hourglass waist and pull her tighter against himself. On any other day, with any other guy, Lucy would've turned around and booted the creep right in the jaw. However, the blonde bombshell had been saved at least half-a-dozen times thanks to the young Dragon Slayer, three in the same day at Hargeon. That kind of thing inspired a confident trust in him, not to mention what he'd shouted to her the other day.
I wouldn't turn ya down.
Lucy pulled away from his nose and craned her neck around to look at him.
"Natsu-"
They were right in the other's face, gazes locked and hands settling in on the other's body. Natsu's hands were under her arms, the vacantly surprised look he wore broadcasting that his body had mutinied against his brain. Lucy had her hand on his thigh as well as his bicep, absent-mindedly mapping the wiry muscle. Not to mention, that leviathan in his pants was still sliding along her ass, trying to find a trench to hide in.
Looking deep into her eyes, it was a moment before Natsu blinked. "Ye-, yeah, Lucy?"
Her head swayed a little, moving towards and then away from Natsu's. The dragon slayer's face did the same, growing larger before receding.
"Did…" She swallowed a little, unaware that her fingers were squeezing Natsu's muscular limbs. "Did you really…"
Their faces got closer. This time, they didn't recede.
"Yeah?" Natsu murmured.
"Really mean it…" Lucy's eyelids began to lower. "When you said…"
Their noses brushed against each other, and it was like a flood dyke burst. Their lips crashed into each other as their hands flew to each other's bodies: Lucy to Natsu's hard pecs and hardening groin, Natsu to Lucy's soft ass and softer tits. Moans mixed in their mouths, then their tongues followed suit. Lucy's feet left the ground as she crawled up Natsu's body and into his waiting grip, hugging his hips with her knees and wrapping her arms around him to settle in against his sinewy shoulders.
Both their eyes fluttered when Natsu dug his hands under her skirt and felt her ass. Lucy squeaked as he traced a finger along the seam of her panties to where an oval of wetness was forming against the growing bulge of Natsu's trousers. She squeezed her knees harder and pulled herself up, deeper into their fiery kiss and settling atop the peak of that bulge.
Not breaking so much as slipping off, Natsu and Lucy's lips left one another as their hands went back to work. Lucy nearly cried out as Natsu buried his face in the crook over neck before Lucy did the same to him.
Her eyes rolling back as she gasped in pleasure, Lucy managed to wheeze, "Na-atsu… What's happening? Is this normal?"
Natsu ceased kissing her neck and shuddered as she hungrily grabbed onto the back of his pink hair. "I don't know," he admitted, before taking a long whiff of her golden locks again. "Whatever it is, I like it."
So he didn't know what had gotten into them, either.
"I like it a lot," he said, drawing back and looking into her eyes.
Their gaze lingered on each other. Suddenly their clothes felt incredibly restrictive, like they'd both been clapped in irons and thrown in a dungeon. Under Lucy's skirt, Natsu's fingers began to pull Lucy's panties aside, all while Lucy's hand bunched up a fistful of Natsu's pants-
"BEH-GAAAHRK!"
KRISH!
The noise startled the two closer, Lucy frightened out of her wits and Natsu freaking out internally. Natsu tried to smell the source, but with the wind blowing in his face, all he could smell was more of… Lucy's…
"Natsu, Lucy!" Happy's call reached their ears from downwind. "I found the-"
"BEH-GAAAHRK!"
"Oh crap!" Natsu and Lucy's faces turned redder than Erza's hair when they realized where they were and what they'd been doing. Natsu quickly spun them around and slotted Lucy in his spot while he fixed his clothes.
Lucy did the same before shoving Natsu away. "Get out there and look tasty!"
Stumbling away, still able to smell that "Lucy" scent on himself, Natsu scrambled over to where Lucy's spirit had tunneled out a pitfall trap. When Happy appeared above the trees, it wasn't long before the crushatrice followed him.
The thing looked like a meteor dressed as a chicken. Brown feathers covered its massive boulder-shaped body as it flew after Happy on white-tipped wings that looked too small to lift it. Massive talons on huge tri-toed feet clawed at the air, its legs too short to be seen. It had no head, just a face on an extrusion from the front of its body, with a plume above its angry eyes and a beak snapping at Happy's tail.
Natsu waved his arms and started hopping from foot to foot. "Hey! Down here, chicken boy! You want a piece of me?!"
As the crushatrice forgot about Happy and spied a much larger morsel to snack on, it changed course and started falling out of the sky. It was then that Natsu put his foot in it.
Literally.
Natsu's foot collapsed through the ground as the dirt gave way into one of Virgo's tunnels. Lucy had told the spirit not to dig too many, so that Natsu could stand on it, but it seemed rotten luck and too much stamping had caused a tunnel close to the surface to collapse.
As such, Natsu was distracted just long enough for the crushatrice to land on him. The good news was that the pitfall trap worked like a charm, the crushatrice cawing and flapping about as its bulk was half-swallowed by the ground
"Natsu!" Happy shouted. "He can't breathe under there!"
"Um-! Um-!" Lucy's hormone levels were causing her to panic. "I got it!"
Whipping out one of her keys, she waved it in front of herself. "Open, Gate of the Maiden: Virgo!"
Ding-dong!
"'Sup, Lucy?"
"WAH! Loke?!"
Indeed, standing before her wasn't the masochistic maid Virgo, but Lucy's newest spirit and friend, Loke, a.k.a. Leo the Lion.
"Where's Virgo?!" Lucy shouted.
"She's, uh…" Loke blushed slightly.
Meanwhile, in the nebulous, strange and beautiful starry space of the Celestial Spirit World…
Virgo was submerged in a planetoid of water, tied up in chains, while another of Lucy's spirits, Aquarius, wailed on her face with her open hands.
"MAKE EYES AT MY MAN, WILL YOU?!" Aquarius drew back and slapped Virgo again. "YOU SNEAKY LITTLE SKANK!"
"Stop, don't, forgive me," Virgo bubbled evenly. Aquarius slapped her again, failing to notice the way Virgo's thighs were rubbing together.
Back in the human realm…
"So, what can I do you for?" Loke asked, adjusting his sunglasses before taking Lucy in his arms. "Dinner? Dancing? I'm always ready to sweep you off your feet."
"It's an emergency!" Lucy squawked, pointing at the crushatrice. "Natsu's under that thing and probably swallowing dirt! Get him out of there!"
"So no more, lUCY." Letting Lucy go and leaping into action, Loke raised a hand towards the crushatrice. It started to glow, then promptly stopped when the crushatrice suddenly rocketed out of the hole, a feral and furious Natsu holding on to its feathers.
"FEELIN' HUNGRY, BIRD BRAIN?!" Natsu bellowed.
Lucy did not like the look he was giving Loke. Loke noticed it, too, and only just realized that Natsu wasn't talking to the crushatrice.
"THEN EAT THIS!"
With a mighty throw, Natsu hurled the crushatrice back down to earth. Loke barely had time to wave goodbye to Lucy before the massive monster came down, his best-pressed suit thankfully undamaged as he closed his gate and returned to the Celestial Realm.
Natsu landed on top of the twitching beast, that white-hot feral fury still in his eyes as he lurched his head at Lucy.
Happy flew up behind him. "You did it, Natsu! You beat it!" When he got no response, the cat flew into Natsu's view. "Natsu?"
The fire wizard ignored his best pal and jumped off the crushatrice, landing in front of Lucy. Lucy took a step back but didn't go for her keys. She knew Natsu wasn't going to hurt her.
"Uh, Natsu?" she said. "Mmph!"
Natsu had her in his arms again, kissing her and clutching her close to his smoking hot body. Quite literally, smoke was rising from his head and neck, as if his body was siphoning it away from the woman it was reacting to.
When Natsu finished kissing, holding, and tongue-fucking Lucy, both of them looked dazed, like they'd just woken up. Natsu was the first to come around, blinking away whatever mental state had come over him.
"I think," he said, looking into her big brown eyes again, "I like you."
Neither of them heard Happy's muffled giggling. The cat would've teased them, but Natsu had beat him to it.
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Mirajane held the door open, smiling and waving at the last of the guild members. "See you all tomorrow!"
"See ya, Mira!" they called back, both men and women smiling back.
The devil on Mira's shoulder reminded her that she could get anything she wanted from her guild mates. No one disliked her. With her good looks, her winning personality, her impeccable fashion sense, her hardworking attitude, and her eager helpfulness with both kitchen orders and job orders, Mirajane Strauss was nigh untouchable. It was ironic, considering how many boys (and girls) wanted to touch her in all the naughtiest places. What held them back was the knowledge of what the others would do if she so much as shed a tear at someone's trespass.
Which is why it surprised her when Gray seemed hesitant to accept what was a free ticket into her good graces, her house, and "possibly" her panties. To hear Erza tell it, Gray was a good lay but not someone looking for a relationship. Surely he would dive straight in if Mira spread her legs, right?
It was a theory she was eager to test out. Shutting the large door and sweeping the empty hall with her eyes, Mira's first thought was to go to the second floor and check the S-class job board.
"I'll be upstairs, Gray," she called to her hot, shirtless, hopefully not at all "little" helper, currently washing dishes. "When you're done, wipe off the-"
She paused, nearly sabotaging herself again. "On second thought, let me finish the dishes. You scrub the grill clean. Then, go upstairs and put back any S-class fliers that fell off the board."
Gray paused before the soap-filled sink and turned around, revealing his shiny pectorals and almost literal washboard abs. "Is that really okay, Mira?"
She dismissively waved her hand at him as she approached the sink. "Ah, who's going to find out?" She pointed at the stovetop next to her. "Take that wire sponge and get cleaning!"
Gray nodded and pulled his hands out of the sink. Seeing no point in rinsing them off, he took the wire sponge from the cabinet under the grill and got to it. Several times during the ordeal, as he dipped the sponge in the sink to wash off the crusty brown debris, Mira bumped into him, compelling him to glance at her leaning over the sink and getting a good look at her beautiful boobs. They were smooth, perfectly round and as big as her head. Their only equal in size were Lucy's, and Gray only had the comparison memorized from the number of missions he'd spent with the blonde. If Lucy was queen-sized, Mira had a pair of would-be usurpers, if she somehow found a way to make them bigger.
Gray lurched his gaze away as Mira caught him staring. Dirty thoughts flooded his mind: a woman who could make her breasts as big as she wanted, on command. If Mira had that power, she'd be ruler of the world in a week.
"Earthland to Gray!" Mira said, snapping her fingers in front of Gray's face.
Gray blinked and looked down, realizing he'd scrubbed the grease and the black color off of the flat top grill.
"Up you go," Mira said, shooing him away, "then we just need to wipe down the tables."
Gray had no idea what Mira had been expecting, but upon ascending to the upper level, he found the S-class fliers in pristine condition. Why, it was almost as if barely anyone in the guild could touch them! What was the point?
Coming back down, Mira was kneeling on a high stool, wiping down the bar. Her dress was hiked up to not get stuck under her knees, which let Gray see the bottom of her creamy thighs. He blinked and got to the tables. Was Mira always this… scandalous?
The thought came back while they were on the tables. Specifically, while Mira circled a rag on the tables, her bust drew circles with a rag of its own. Mira assured him that she always cleaned tables like this, both to speed things up and give her back muscles a rest, but Gray was skeptical.
Soon enough, he was outside, watching Mira turn the key above the brass-colored door handles. Dropping the key into her satchel, the white-haired woman spun on her heel and looped and arm through Gray's.
"Shall we?" she asked with a smile.
The trip to Mira's surprisingly large house was a blur with a background of Mirajane's humming. He was too focused on how smooth her skin felt against his own. The only thing he remembered was when she put a skip in her step and bounced her curves up.
Her house was a small but lavish thing, nestled in Magnolia's upper end. Stone columns held up a porch before the front red door, the smooth white walls finely laid with marble bricks. Unlocking the door, Mira seized Gray's wrist and pulled him inside, before slamming the door behind her.
"Everything okay, Mira?" Gray asked.
She spun and let out a long breath. "Just fine," she said, though Gray wasn't sure. "Let me clean up and then I'll start dinner."
Curiously, she ran up the redwood staircase instead of using the guest bathroom tucked away in the corner next to the kitchen. With nothing better to do, Gray spied a couch in the living area and plonked down on it. After maybe half an hour, Mira came back downstairs, leaned over the couch, then wrinkled her nose.
"Now it's your turn, Mister." She pointed at the bathroom next to the kitchen area. "You need a shower."
Gray sat up. "Now wait a second, you never said anything while we were-"
"March!" She thrust her finger again. "I'll have something good ready before you're done. Besides…" She smiled and lowered herself closer to his face. Her "stern mom" demeanor was replaced by a look that screamed "hungry cougar". "I can't surprise you while you're watching me."
Gray was starting to get a hunch, but didn't want to accuse Mira of anything. Smart men knew better than to offend her or make her cry. So, with a dishonest sigh, he swung off the couch, his shirt having left his body already, and hopped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he uncorked the glass soap bottle in the alcove above the handle and let the warm water wash over him. Only when he started rubbing the dark yellow liquid on himself did he realize it wasn't soap.
"Whoops!" he heard Mira call. "Gray, I think I mixed up the soap with the olive oil! Give me a minute and I'll bring it in."
Gray's hunch returned, doubled in strength. Mira was definitely up to something. No one put olive oil in a soap bottle accidentally. That sounded like something Erza would do when she wanted to seduce him.
That was when Mira opened the door to the bathroom. Her feet daintily slapped the tile floor as her blurry silhouette made its way to the shower curtain. Gray stuck his hand out to grab the bottle-shaped thing she held, but Mira moved it at the last second like she was playing keep away with a toddler.
What Gray grabbed instead of hard glass was warm, soft, pliable, round, and chest-height.
Oh shit…
Gray tried to pull his hand back but a powerful grip seized his wrist. Dreading what he would find, Gray reached up with his free hand and slowly pulled the shower curtain aside.
Sure enough, Mirajane had his hand, and Gray had Mirajane's right boob. She was wearing practically nothing. Her bikini top was a belt with the shoulder straps hanging loose on her arms. Her g-string thong was barely wide enough to cover the most coveted flower in all of Fiore.
"Now you're in trouble," she smirked, finally letting go of his hand. "I wonder what Elfman would think if I told him you molested me."
"Uuuuum…" The prospect was too scary to picture. Elfman might not have been the strongest in Fairy Tail, but adrenaline and testosterone were a terrifying combo in a highly protective brother, never mind a wizard. It had Gray's teeth clenched in his grimacing mouth.
Stepping beside him, Mira showed Gray her bubble-shaped butt cheeks that positively ate that g-string. It simply didn't exist beneath the crack of her ass; she'd swallowed it.
Placing the soap in the alcove and taking the olive oil, Mira uncorked it and sniffed but dropped the brown cork.
"Whoops! Butterfingers!" she said, before bending down. Try as it might, that g-string couldn't escape the outline of Mira's cooch, along with the almond-shaped divot at the center.
As if he needed any more confirmation, Mira looked over her shoulder and bounced her magnificent ass at him.
"You better do what I say tonight," she said, dropping to her knees and shimmying around. "Otherwise, Elfman might find hear about that little faux pas."
Crawling up to his shins, Gray's naked cock at full mass, Mira cupped her breasts and presented them to him. "And I say you're going all the way with me."
Gray's eyes tried to annex the rest of his face, they were so wide. When Mira reared up and brought her big boobs down around his swollen phallus, his brain shorted out and he swayed on his feet. The water ran into his eyes. He shook his head to clear it, then looked down to see Mira pull her boobs apart and- glop! -mash them together.
Her knock-out knockers glistened with wetness as they contorted like inflated balloons between her hands, sliding up and down his cock in what most men in Fiore would kill to see. Her nipples, hardening like candy, poked through her crumpled-up bikini cloth. They drew lines along his tingling skin, going from his navel to his crotch and back again. Mira's gigantic bosom was more than enough to engulf Gray's cock but she didn't let him have it all, always making sure that the tip or the base were uncovered, always leaving some part of him depraved with deprivation.
Mira gazed up at him with a bright-eyed smile, the kind she wore for her photo shoots and waitressing. That look was a lie; it was completely at odds with the cock-worshipping slut she was, on her knees with a massive slab of meat being lubed up by her titties in preparation for despoiling her every orifice with seed. She knew it, Gray knew it, but it was so fucking hot to see it.
In that moment, some part of Gray's mind realized this is what he wanted. He wanted a girl who could cook, fight, smile, and worship his toned body with her glorious and nubile curves. The look Mira wore as his cock fucked her cleavage flipped a switch in Gray's brain labeled "Optimal". He didn't realize it yet, but his escapades had been his way of looking for a girlfriend. Or two.
The thought trickled up to the top of his mind and the weight of the unrealized realization made him lose his balance. He swayed back on his feet, nearly falling against the wall before shooting out a hand to steady himself. This took him away from Mira's titfuck, his cock pulling at her bikini-belt as it sprang free from her jugs, but also broke the spell he'd been under.
…for about one second.
"Oh no you don't," Mira said, pushing her honkers against his hips and gobbling up his twitching tip. "Drs khk if mn."
Gray's eyes bugged out again as Mira shoved her face into the chasm of her cleavage and forced more and more of his dick into her wet and waiting mouth. Her tongue slipped back and forth to either side, zigzagging down its length as her hands parked themselves against his thighs.
"Mira…" The shock was still too much for Gray to think straight. He never would have guessed this side of Mira. Nor would he have guessed that Mira was propping up her tits with her arms so that her hands could rub down his balls.
"Mmmm, sr brg," Mira hummed. Talking with his dick in her mouth was one of the hottest sounds that Gray had ever heard. The female screams of orgasm were something he was used to, but this was new. This was exciting. The slurps and hums and dancing of Mira's tongue along his shaft was winding Gray up faster than he ever would have thought possible. Watching her motorboat herself was the icing on the cake.
"Mira…!" He said her name again, this time through clenched teeth. He grabbed her by her white locks and started thrusting into her mouth. Mira gagged but closed her eyes and took it all, as much as he wanted, her enormous bikini-balloons offering a buffer for his girth. One hand left Gray's sack and slipped under her g-string. By now, water from the shower was running down her body, lubricating her horny pussy for her fingers to play with.
"Cm rn." Mira goaded him with a mouthful of meat. "Grmy thr khm."
"Mira…!" It was too much. She was just too fucking slutty. "I'm gonna blow!"
Mpop!
Mira deftly pulled her ball-draining lips off of Gray's dick and furiously titfucked him. "On my face, Gray! All over it!"
With a guttural cry, Gray burst and granted her wish. Rope after thick rope of white splooge spattered onto Mira's pretty face, some of it running up from how hard she'd provoked Gray. It only lasted a few seconds, but by that time Mira couldn't see. She wiped a finger across her eyes and flicked the sticky goo away, sending it down the shower drain.
"Wow," she breathed. "Erza wasn't kidding."
"Yeah…" Gray caught himself. "Wait, Erza?"
"How do you think I got the gossip on your pants?" Mira smirked and twisted around, lying down beneath the shower drizzle. "I think she's more hot for you than she'll admit, but she never said you two were officially a couple."
Spreading her legs, Mira's hair lay splayed on the tile as she beckoned Gray down to her. He dropped to one knee as Mira reached down and pulled her g-string aside. The sight made Gray's dick go from semi-flaccid to rock-hard.
That was fast, Mira thought, giggling internally. This is going to be fun.
"So, Gray," she said, bouncing her creamy thighs and pliable ass on the tile, "take that cock and brutalize my pussy."
Gray wasted no time. He grabbed Mira's knees and, without even a warning, shoved his massive phallus inside of her. Mira screeched and wrapped her legs around his waste, her eyes rolled back from how good it felt to have a man inside of her again. Gray was merciless, just as she'd hoped, bottoming out inside of her again and again. He pounded her so hard that Mira's fuckable body gradually inched back from the force of each thrust, until her head touched the wall. Even then, he didn't stop. Mira knew she was in the fantasies of half the men who saw her, so each of the handful of partners she'd ever had gave it their all.
After all, it wasn't often that a flawless, hourglass, big-tittied supermodel like Mira let someone go down on her.
Gray was randy enough to where his thrusts started curling Mira's body up like an egg roll and literally driving her up the wall. Water flowed over their bodies as animal grunts and shrieks mixed between them. Neither of them could speak, they were too horny for each other. Instead, a little voice pierced the dick-fueled haze that had settled on Mira's brain.
Oh fuck, here comes a big one!
Mira's limbs clamped around Gray as her pussy and body convulsed with a huge orgasm. They squeezed the cum right out of Gray as he flooded her with seed, her pussy so tight and pristine that not one drop escaped. Both wizards were blinded by the intensity; nothing could compare to pent-up thirst meeting years-long fantasies coming true.
When they came down, Mira's bikini top had slipped down to her waist, leaving her hard pink nipples bare. Panting, coming around, Mira looked into Gray's eyes and saw the spark of lust was still there, waiting to come out again.
And Mira knew just how to coax it.
Allowing Gray to flop to the floor, she reached out and picked up the olive oil, forgotten in the midst of their feverish coupling. Turning the water off, she rose off his cock and began pouring olive oil onto it. When it was good and yellow, she turned around and poured it into the crack of her luscious ass, swishing her cheeks and rubbing it around.
She knew Gray was watching. With the shower off, she could hear his breath hitch. He knew what she wanted.
Smiling and placing the bottle back in the alcove, Mira squatted down over Gray's meatpole and spread her cheeks.
"Get ready, Gray," she giggled. "My pussy needs to stay clean and tight for the photo shoots, but my ass can be as abused as much as a horny girl wants."
First the tip, then the head, and past that Mira cried out in wonderful agony as Gray's huge salami slowly pushed itself inside her asshole. She loved getting her organs rearranged. The full feeling of taking it up the ass was well worth the prep needed to do it cleanly. Even the pain was great, much like scratching an it. Her eyes began to roll back as she mentally traced the outline of that lubricated cock, feeling it stretch her out.
Halfway down, Mira slipped and fell full onto Gray's cock.
"Oh my GAWD!" Mira shrieked and came again. At this rate, Mira's body would be pounded to lifeless jelly by midnight. Fucked senseless already, she ran a hand along her flat stomach, half-expecting to find a bulge there for how stuffed she felt.
Two hands grabbed her doughy ass cheeks and squeezed them together.
"Need a… hand…?" Gray grunted haltingly as he slowly lifted her up, Mira somehow managing to get her feet underneath herself despite how glorious it felt to slowly, agonizingly ride a dick like Gray's.
"Mmmmh, it's soooo big," Mira moaned.
"Then… hold on tight…" Gray sounded like he was finding himself, "because… I'm taking you for a ride."
"HA! GRAY, WAIT!" Mira was shocked to clarity as Gray bucked his hips and bottomed out inside her again. Then, it was back to getting ahegao'd and hopefully creampied in her violated hole. Those hands of his bounced her up and down. Mira grabbed the corner of the soap alcove and hung on for dear life as every inch of Gray started churning her asshole into freshly-pounded burger meat. He simply lay on the floor, lifting her up and dropping her back down on his hips while Mira provided balance.
Soon her hips began moving on their own, overpowering Gray and slamming down on him again and again.
"Fuck! Me! So! Much! Gray!" Mira chanted in time with her hip drops. All thoughts of Laxus or any of the men she'd had or fantasized about were gone, smashed out of her skull by the meat stick violating her insides, tougher than a cheap steak and just as juicy.
"Fuck, Mira, your ass is amazing," Gray said, finally back in the driver's seat. He wanted to hold off, because he knew from experience that the really good sex, the kind he'd only had once with Erza the first time, would utterly empty his balls in one go. Here, watching Mirajane's ass bounce on his cock, her cushy cheeks slapping down on his hips while his cock parted them like a harpoon through water, he knew this was one of those times. Her g-string was pulled to the side and clung to her left ass cheek, making it bulge around that black stripe and turning him on even more. It was only a matter of time before-
"OhmyGAWWWD!" A second orgasm collapsed Mira's legs again.
"Fuck, MIRA!" Gray's hips left the ground as one of the biggest loads of his life flooded into her ass. Mira's forehead touched the wall as she felt his cum fill up her insides, so hungry and so empty for hours now. One quick whimper after another flew from her mouth as his dick pulsed and pushed more cum inside of her, stretching her O-ring with every expansion and contraction. Mira's third anal orgasm rocked her body into a convulsion that made her bang her head on the wall. Her amazing buns twitched and sloshed around Gray's meat, goading on its discharge. Fuck, she felt like such a whore, swallowing dick and cum with her ass. What her fans would do if they saw her like this…
Fans like Gray, perhaps.
"Ooooh…" She moaned as she pitched sideways and fell off of Gray, the head of his dick caught on her twitching sphincter. It popped free and gave her one last mini-climax before closing up tight, unwilling to part with its delicious white prize. She had so much nutritious cum inside of her that her hunger faded. In a kinky twist, Gray had wound up feeding her dinner.
She heard him groan. "I think I'm tapped…"
Lying in the shower stall, Mira weakly turned herself over to look at her out-of-breath lay. His face and chest were flushed and his hips were still twitching. It must've been just as good for him; she could smell the musk of sweat and sex on him. She felt some of her white hair stuck to her blushing face, sweat and water leaving her almost as sticky as his cock.
Mmm, his cock…
Mira licked her lips and shakily crawled over to it, a big limp salami stick lying on his inner thigh.
"Nooo, don't go soft," she mewled, picking it up and running her tongue on it.
Gray's panting ceased as he sat up, looking down at the white-haired pinup model giving him a blowjob after letting him fuck her in the ass.
"Maybe I'm not tapped out after all," he said.
Mira stopped sucking and smiled up at him. "Nope." Then she swallowed his dick again. Dinner could wait until tomorrow.
Author's note:
Sooo, I kinda fibbed as it was, still, just Gray laying pipe. But I suppose you could say Natsu and Lucy were drawing up the architectural plans.
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