Chapter-25:
P.O.P.C
Natsu rose from the water, his six wings shaking off droplets as he stepped onto the cool tile floor. With a flick of his magic, he raised the heat around him, drying himself in an instant. He reached for a dark purple bathrobe draped over a nearby chair, its back tailored with a window to accommodate his wings. Slipping it on, he cracked his neck and ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back slightly.
He walked to the door and entered his bedroom, where the soft glow of moonlight spilled through the windows. Erza stood near the bed, dressed in a flowing white nightgown that contrasted beautifully with her six white feathered wings, which stretched elegantly behind her. Her presence was both regal and serene.
Amaris lounged at the head of the bed, her figure draped in a sleek silk bathrobe that clung to her curves, showcasing her toned legs. Her six dark purple wings framed her like a living work of art—one pair rested at her back, another stretched lazily across the bed, and the third pair playfully trailed a feather along her thigh. Her galaxy-like eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched Natsu enter.
Erza, puffing out her chest slightly, let her wings fan out across the bed, their soft feathers creating a shimmering sea of white. Both women looked at Natsu with affectionate smiles and playful anticipation.
"Kept you waiting?" asked the silver-eyed devil, his voice low and teasing.
"A bit," Amaris purred, her lips curling into a sly smile. "But we kept ourselves entertained by spying."
Natsu crossed the room, his wings rustling softly with each deliberate step. At the foot of the bed, he paused, his gaze locking first with Erza's—her fiery eyes warm and inviting—then with Amaris's, her starry eyes glittering with a challenge.
"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He reached for Erza first, his hand trailing along the side of her face. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching slightly as she rose to her knees, closing the distance between them. Her hands locked around his neck, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss. Natsu's right hand slid down her back, cupping her ass firmly, while his left teased her abdomen before playfully groping her breast.
Erza moaned into the kiss, her wings fluttering slightly as she melted into his touch. When they finally parted, she licked her lips, her cheeks flushed, and made space for Amaris to join.
Amaris didn't hesitate. She surged forward, her lips crashing into Natsu's with a hunger that matched Erza's. Her hands trailed down his chest, fingers deftly working at the tie of his robe before slipping lower, exploring the hard lines of his body. Natsu's hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, his other hand sliding around her waist to press her firmly against him.
The room seemed to hum with energy, the air thick with desire and the soft rustle of wings. Erza watched for a moment, her breath coming in shallow gasps, before she leaned in again, her lips brushing against Natsu's neck as her hands joined Amaris's in exploring his body. Her touch was deliberate, teasing, as if daring him to keep up with their combined attention.
Natsu chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against Amaris's lips. "You two are relentless," he said, his voice rough with desire.
"You love it," Amaris whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she nipped at his lower lip.
"I do," he admitted, his hands roaming freely over both women, his touch firm and possessive. "But let's see who breaks first."
Erza, ever the bold one, moved behind Amaris, her arms wrapping around the goddess's waist. She pressed a soft kiss to the nape of Amaris's neck, her hands trailing down the sides of her thighs before slipping beneath the silk robe. One hand ventured lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, while the other glided upward, tracing the curve of her abdomen before brushing between her breasts.
"Ahh, you cheeky dragon~" Amaris moaned, her head tilting back as she leaned into Erza's touch. She glanced over her shoulder, her galaxy-like eyes glinting with amusement. "Though we planned to—Ahhh—never mind, this is better!"
Natsu chuckled, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief. He cupped Amaris's face gently in his hand, tilting her chin toward him as he kissed her deeply. At the same time, Erza continued her ministrations, her lips trailing along Amaris's neck, her touch both tender and teasing.
When Natsu finally pulled back, his smile was devilish. "Having fun?"
Erza didn't give Amaris a chance to respond. She turned the goddess around to face her, her hands cradling Amaris's face as she kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a contrast to the playful energy of moments before. Amaris melted into it, her wings fluttering slightly as her hands found Erza's waist.
"Mmmm," Erza hummed against her lips, her voice low and satisfied.
Natsu watched for a moment, his silver eyes darkening with desire as Erza and Amaris tangled together on the bed, their laughter and soft moans filling the room. But he wasn't one to stay on the sidelines for long. With a predatory grin, he leaned over them, his wings casting a faint shadow over the two women.
"Having fun without me?" he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through both of them.
Erza glanced up at him, her crimson eyes glinting with challenge. "We were just getting started," she purred, her hands still roaming over Amaris's body.
Amaris, breathless and flushed, turned her head to look at Natsu, her galaxy-like eyes sparkling with mischief. "Feel free to join in, Silver-Eye," she said, her voice dripping with playful invitation.
Natsu didn't need to be told twice. He reached down, his hands firm yet gentle as he pulled Amaris up and into his arms. She let out a surprised gasp, quickly followed by a laugh as he kissed her deeply, his touch commanding and possessive. Erza propped herself up on her elbows, watching with a smirk as Natsu's hands explored Amaris's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist before sliding lower.
But Natsu wasn't about to leave Erza out. Breaking the kiss, he turned to her, his gaze smoldering. "Your turn," he said, his voice rough with desire.
Before Erza could respond, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, positioning her between himself and Amaris. His hands moved with purpose, one cupping the back of Erza's head as he kissed her fiercely, while the other trailed down her side, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her nightgown. Erza moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed herself closer to him.
Amaris, not one to be left out, leaned in, her lips brushing against Natsu's neck as her hands explored his chest. "You're quite the multitasker," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
Natsu chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "I aim to please," he said, his voice teasing but laced with sincerity.
He shifted his attention back to Erza, his hands sliding beneath her nightgown to grip her thighs. With a swift motion, he lifted her, positioning her so she straddled his lap. Erza let out a breathy laugh, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked down at him, her expression a mix of amusement and desire.
"Someone's eager," she said, her tone playful but her eyes dark with need.
"You have no idea," Natsu replied, his hands roaming over her hips and waist before pulling her into another searing kiss.
Amaris, meanwhile, took advantage of the moment to press herself against Natsu's back, her hands sliding around his waist to explore his chest. Her lips trailed along his shoulder, her touch both teasing and possessive. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur.
Natsu groaned, the sensation of both women's hands and lips on him almost overwhelming. "As if I could," he said, his voice strained but filled with affection.
He reached back, his hand tangling in Amaris's hair as he pulled her into a kiss, his other hand still gripping Erza's waist. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of wings, and the soft hum of magic that seemed to pulse in time with their movements.
"Enough play," Erza murmured, her voice low and commanding. She placed her hands on Natsu's bathrobe, and with a flick of her magic, it vanished into her re-equip space, leaving him completely exposed beneath her. Her crimson eyes glinted with desire as she took in the sight of him, her hands trailing from his jaw down the hard planes of his chest and abs.
Natsu's breath hitched as her fingers brushed over his skin, his silver eyes darkening with need. Erza rose up slightly, her hand gripping his hard member firmly, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Without hesitation, she positioned herself above him and slowly impaled herself on his throbbing length, her breath catching as she took him in fully.
"Ahhh, mmmmm," she moaned, her head tilting back as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her wings fluttered slightly, the feathers brushing against Natsu's legs as she lost herself in the sensation.
Natsu groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he helped guide her movements. "Erza," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. His gaze locked onto hers, the intensity between them electric.
Amaris, meanwhile, watched with a smirk, her galaxy-like eyes gleaming with mischief. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Natsu's ear as she whispered, "Don't forget me, Darling." Her hands trailed down his chest, her touch teasing and possessive, as she positioned herself behind Erza, her body pressing against the redhead's back.
Erza let out a breathy laugh, her movements never faltering as she glanced over her shoulder at Amaris. "Always so impatient," she teased, her voice laced with affection.
Amaris chuckled, her hands sliding around Erza's waist to explore her body. "Can you blame me?" she purred, her lips trailing along Erza's neck. "You two are quite the sight."
Erza's movements grew more urgent, her hips rolling with a rhythm that left Natsu breathless. Her hands braced against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she leaned forward, her scarlet hair cascading around them like a curtain. Natsu's hands slid up her sides, his touch firm and possessive, before settling on her hips, guiding her as she rode him.
Amaris, ever the provocateur, didn't miss a beat. Her hands roamed over Erza's back, her fingers tracing the delicate lines of her wings before slipping lower. She pressed herself closer, her lips trailing along Erza's shoulder as she whispered, "You're holding back, dear. Let go."
Erza shuddered at the sensation, her breath hitching as Amaris's hands found her breasts, teasing and kneading with practiced ease. "I'm—ah—trying," Erza managed, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Natsu, sensing her struggle, shifted slightly, his hands gripping her waist as he thrust upward, meeting her movements with a force that made her gasp. "Don't hold back," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "We've got you."
Erza's wings flared wide, the feathers brushing against both Natsu and Amaris as she surrendered to the sensation. Her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as she let go, her body moving with a wild, unrestrained rhythm. Amaris's hands continued their exploration, her touch both soothing and electrifying, while Natsu's grip on her hips kept her grounded.
Amaris, never one to be left out for long, leaned down to capture Natsu's lips in a searing kiss. Her hands left Erza's body momentarily, sliding down Natsu's chest before wrapping around his length, stroking him in time with Erza's movements. Natsu groaned into the kiss, his hands tightening on Erza's hips as the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm him.
When Amaris pulled back, her galaxy-like eyes glinted with mischief. "Your turn," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. She shifted slightly, her body pressing against Erza's back as she guided the redhead to lean forward, giving Natsu better access.
Natsu didn't need to be told twice. His hands slid up Erza's back, his touch firm and reassuring, before gripping her shoulders and pulling her down into a deep, hungry kiss. At the same time, Amaris's hands returned to Erza's body, her touch teasing and possessive as she whispered encouragement in her ear.
Erza's movements grew more frantic, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. Her wings fluttered wildly, the feathers brushing against Natsu's legs and Amaris's arms as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Natsu—ah—I'm close," she gasped, her voice breaking with need.
Natsu's hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming more deliberate as he guided her toward her peak. "Let go," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I've got you."
Amaris, leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Erza's ear as she whispered, "Don't hold back, darling. Let us see you fall apart." Her hands slid down Erza's sides, her touch both soothing and electrifying, before settling on her hips, adding to the rhythm.
Erza's breath hitched, her body arching as the sensations overwhelmed her. With a cry, she came undone, her wings flaring wide as she shuddered in Natsu's arms. Natsu held her tightly, his own release not far behind as he thrust into her one last time, his groan of pleasure mingling with her cries.
Amaris watched with a satisfied smile, her hands gently stroking Erza's back as the redhead collapsed against Natsu's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Beautiful," Amaris murmured, her voice soft and affectionate.
Natsu's arms wrapped around Erza, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tender despite the lingering roughness of desire.
Erza nodded, her face buried in the crook of his neck. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice muffled but content.
Amaris, not one to be left out, leaned in to capture Natsu's lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her galaxy-like eyes sparkled with mischief. "My turn," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.
Natsu chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup her face. "Always so demanding," he teased, his tone affectionate.
Amaris smirked, her hands trailing down his chest. "You love it," she countered, her voice dripping with playful confidence.
Erza, still catching her breath, shifted slightly to make room for Amaris. "Don't wear him out too much," she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
Amaris positioned herself above Natsu, her galaxy eyes gleaming with anticipation, but before she could take control, Natsu's hands shot up to grip her waist. His fingers dug into her skin with possessive force, his silver eyes blazing with raw intensity. "Not this time," he growled, flipping her onto her back in one swift motion. The bed shuddered under their weight, and Amaris let out a breathless laugh, her wings splaying beneath her like spilled ink.
"Finally decided to stop playing nice, love?" she taunted, though her voice trembled slightly as Natsu pinned her wrists above her head, his grip unyielding.
"You've been asking for this all night," he said, his voice a low rumble. His free hand trailed down her throat, his touch firm and deliberate, before gripping her thigh and yanking it over his shoulder. Amaris gasped, her hips arching instinctively toward him.
Erza watched from the side, her chin propped lazily on her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "Careful, Amaris. He's on."
"Good," Amaris shot back, her defiance sharp even as Natsu's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched, but she refused to break eye contact with him. "I love this."
Natsu's answering grin was feral. Without warning, he drove into her, his thrusts hard and relentless, the bedframe creaking under their combined weight. Amaris's wings thrashed wildly, her back arching off the mattress as she clawed at his shoulders, her nails leaving faint red trails. "Fuck—yes—like that," she hissed, her usual composure fraying.
Erza's smirk widened. "Someone's not so chatty now," she teased, though her own breath quickened as she watched them.
Natsu leaned down, his lips brushing Amaris's ear as he growled, "Still want to conquer me, Goddess?" His hand slid between them, his thumb circling her clit with punishing pressure.
Amaris's reply dissolved into a moan, her head thrashing against the pillows. "Natsu—!"
"Say it," he demanded, slowing his pace just enough to make her squirm.
"Yours," she gasped, her pride crumbling as pleasure coiled tighter. "I'm—ah—yours."
Natsu rewarded her with a thrust, his own restraint snapping. "Damn right," he snarled, his wings flaring wide as he chased his release.
Erza, unable to resist any longer, crawled behind Natsu, her hands roaming his sweat-slicked back. "Don't forget who else is yours," she murmured, her teeth grazing his shoulder blade.
He didn't. With a growl, he reached back, tangling his hand in Erza's scarlet hair and pulling her into a searing kiss. Amaris, still pinned beneath him, laughed breathlessly. "Greedy devil—"
"You love it," Natsu shot back, his voice ragged but triumphant.
And she did.
Amaris's wings slammed against the mattress as Natsu's thrusts grew savage, each one punctuated by a growl that rumbled deep in his chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her galaxy eyes flickering like supernovae as pleasure and defiance warred in her gaze. "Is that—ah—all you've got, Devil?" she taunted, her voice trembling but sharp.
Natsu's answering smirk was molten. He leaned down, his breath scorching her neck as his claws—sharpened just enough to prickle her skin—dug into her hips. "You want more?" he hissed. "Beg."
Amaris opened her mouth to retort, but Erza interrupted, her voice a silken blade from behind them. "Careful, Amaris. He's not the only one here who likes to play rough." Before Amaris could react, Erza's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. Erza's teeth grazed the pounding pulse there, her other hand sliding down Amaris's stomach to mirror Natsu's punishing rhythm.
The goddess arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the dual assault overwhelmed her. "Fuck— both of you—ah!"
Natsu laughed darkly, his pace unrelenting. "You started this," he reminded her, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Now finish it."
Amaris's wings thrashed, sending a gust of magic-laced wind swirling through the room. Candles flared, their flames turning an unnatural violet as her power leaked into the air. "Natsu—!" she choked out, her composure fracturing.
"Louder," Erza demanded, her teeth sinking into Amaris's shoulder just shy of drawing blood.
Amaris's back bowed, her cry sharp and unguarded as she shattered, her wings snapping taut like bowstrings. Natsu followed moments later, his roar echoing off the walls as his grip left crescent marks on her hips.
For a heartbeat, the room pulsed with raw energy, the air thick with the scent of ozone and sweat. Then Natsu collapsed beside Amaris, his wings draping lazily over the edge of the bed. Erza stretched out next to them, her own wings a soft white contrast to the tangle of dark purple and crimson feathers.
Amaris was the first to break the silence, her voice hoarse but smug. "Took you two long enough to team up."
Natsu snorted, trailing a finger along the bite mark on her shoulder. "We're nowhere near done," he said, his voice low and dripping with promise. "I'm just starting."
"Good," Erza said, her crimson eyes gleaming with hunger as she crawled toward him. "So am I."
"I know," Natsu replied, his grin sharp and predatory. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as their lips crashed together. His hands roamed her body with practiced ease, trailing up her thighs before groping her breasts, his touch firm and possessive.
Erza gasped, her back arching off the bed as a loud moan escaped her lips. "Ahh, I love you! I love you! I love you!" she cried, her voice trembling with raw emotion as their lips parted and Natsu's mouth moved to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
Amaris watched from the side, her galaxy-like eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "You two are insatiable," she teased, though her voice was soft, almost tender.
Natsu pulled back slightly, his silver eyes locking onto Erza's. "And you love it," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through her.
Erza's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back into a searing kiss. "I do," she admitted when they finally broke apart, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I love you."
Amaris, unable to resist any longer, shifted closer, her wings brushing against Natsu's as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Don't forget about me," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.
Natsu chuckled, his hands leaving Erza's body momentarily to pull Amaris into the embrace. "As if I could," he said, his voice filled with affection. His wings stretched lazily, brushing against both women as he held them close, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast to the cool night air.
"Now," he began, his tone shifting to one of playful determination, "I believe we have an entire night to enjoy. You can sleep tomorrow, right, love?" He looked at Erza, his hand gently caressing her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin.
Erza smirked, her star-eyes glinting with mischief. "Right so," she replied, her voice low and teasing. "But don't think you're getting off easy, Natsu. You've got a lot to make up for after that little stunt earlier."
Natsu raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Stunt? I thought you liked it when I take charge."
"I do," Erza admitted, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "But that doesn't mean I won't make you work for it."
"Well then, I guess I'm off to work," Natsu said, his voice a low growl as he raised Erza's leg over his shoulder, positioning himself above her. His hard member brushed against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her before he pushed into her in one smooth, deliberate motion.
"Yes, I guess—Ahhhhh, mmmm, right there!" Erza moaned, her voice breaking as Natsu began to thrust harder and faster, each movement driving her closer to the edge. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her wings fluttering wildly as she arched into him, her body trembling with pleasure.
Amaris watched from the side, her galaxy-like eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Don't forget about me," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Natsu's ear. Her hands trailed down his back, her touch teasing and possessive, before settling on his hips, urging him on.
Natsu groaned, his pace faltering for a moment as Amaris's touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. "You're not making this easy," he said, his voice strained but filled with affection.
"Good," Amaris replied, her lips curling into a smirk. "I wouldn't want it to be."
Erza, her breath coming in ragged gasps, reached out to Amaris, her fingers tangling in the goddess's dark hair. "Stop—ah—teasing him and get over here," she demanded, her voice trembling but firm.
Amaris laughed, the sound soft and melodic, before obliging. She shifted closer, her body pressing against Natsu's side as her hands explored Erza's body, her touch both soothing and electrifying. Her lips found Erza's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, "You're beautiful like this, darling."
Erza shuddered at the sensation, her breath hitching as Amaris's touch sent waves of pleasure through her. "Amaris—ah—you're not playing fair," she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
"Since when do I play fair?" Amaris teased, her galaxy-like eyes glinting with mischief. Her hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of Erza's hips before slipping between her thighs, her fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves there.
Erza's wings flared wide, her back arching off the bed as a moan escaped her lips. "Natsu—!" she cried, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued to thrust into her, his pace relentless.
Natsu's silver eyes darkened with desire as he watched Erza unravel beneath their combined touch. "You're both incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with admiration. His hands tightened on Erza's hips, guiding her movements as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Amaris, not one to be left out, leaned in to press a kiss to Natsu's shoulder, her teeth grazing his skin as she whispered, "Don't forget me, darling."
Natsu chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "Never." he said, his voice filled with affection. He reached back, his hand tangling in Amaris's hair as he pulled her into a kiss, his other hand still gripping Erza's hip.
The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of wings, and the soft hum of magic that seemed to pulse in time with their movements. The air was thick with desire, the connection between them electric and unbreakable.
Natsu's kiss with Amaris deepened, his fingers tightening in her hair as Erza's breath hitched beneath him. The trio moved in sync, a tangle of limbs, wings, and shared desire, until the crescendo of their passion left them breathless and entwined. The hum of magic faded to a gentle glow, leaving only the soft sound of their slowing breaths and the distant rustle of Velmorra's night breeze.
Amaris was the first to break the silence, her galaxy eyes half-lidded as she traced a lazy finger along Natsu's jaw. "You're insufferably good at that," she murmured, her voice equal parts teasing and sincere.
Erza chuckled, her wings draped lazily over the edge of the bed like a cloak of snow. "We've had lots of time to get this good."
"Well, thanks to you," Natsu said, his voice rough but affectionate as he kissed Erza again, his thrusts never faltering. "You've not been able to keep your hands off me ever. Not that I'm complaining, love."
Erza's laugh turned into a gasp as Natsu's pace quickened, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Ah—of course—ah—not—oh, I'm close!" she moaned, her wings trembling beneath her as pleasure coiled tighter.
Amaris, ever the provocateur, leaned in, her lips brushing against Erza's ear. "Let go, darling," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur.
Erza's breath hitched, her body arching into Natsu's thrusts as she teetered on the edge. "Natsu—ah—I'm—!"
Natsu's grip on her hips tightened, his pace becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. "Let go," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I've got you."
Erza's wings snapped taut, her cry sharp and unguarded as she shattered, her body trembling with the force of her release. Natsu followed moments later, his roar echoing off the walls as he spilled into her, his grip leaving faint marks on her skin.
For a heartbeat, the room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of wings, and the soft hum of magic that seemed to pulse in time with their movements.
"Well, my turn again," Amaris declared, crashing her lips against Natsu's with a hunger that bordered on ferocity. Her hands gripped his jaw, her galaxy eyes blazing as she rolled atop him, her wings flaring like a storm of violet silk.
Natsu met her aggression with a growl, his claws digging into her hips as he flipped her beneath him in one fluid motion. "Your turn?" he taunted, his voice rough and edged with dark amusement. "You don't take turns with me, Goddess. You earn them."
Amaris laughed, sharp and defiant, even as her breath hitched. "Oh, I'll earn more than that, Devil—"
Her words dissolved into a gasp as Natsu's teeth sank into her shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her wings thrash. Erza watched from the side, propped lazily on her elbow, her snow-white feathers fanned across the bed like a smug halo. "Careful, Amaris," she drawled. "He's not one to share the reins."
"Since when do I want reins?" Amaris shot back, her voice trembling as Natsu's hand slid between her thighs, his touch merciless.
"Since always," Natsu muttered against her neck, his free hand pinning her wrists above her head. "You just hate admitting it."
Amaris arched against him, her laugh breathless. "And you love—ah!—proving me wrong."
"Damn right."
Erza's smirk widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing Amaris's ear. "You're losing your edge, Goddess."
Amaris's retort was cut short as Natsu drove into her, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. Her wings slammed against the mattress, scattering motes of starlight into the air as she cursed, her composure unraveling. "Natsu—!"
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a growl that vibrated through her bones.
"Yours," she gasped, her defiance crumbling. "Always—ah!—yours."
Natsu's grin was feral as he leaned down, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that burned like wildfire. Erza's hand slid up his back, her nails scoring faint red lines as she whispered, "Don't stop."
He didn't.
P.O.P.C
As the stars began to glow softly in Velmorra's sky, the trio lay tangled in a heap of limbs and a cascade of white, black, and purple feathers. Natsu's wings were spread beneath them, providing a warm resting place, while Erza's and Amaris's wings draped over their bodies like the softest, most luxurious blanket in existence.
Erza let out a drowsy yawn, shifting slightly before pulling one of her wings over her face to block the starlight filtering into their bedroom.
"Ugh… Natsu, go eat those stars," she grumbled sleepily.
Natsu chuckled, his fingers stroking gently through her scarlet hair.
Amaris giggled, snapping her fingers, and the room darkened to a comfortable twilight, perfect for sleep. "There, there, darling. You can rest a little longer," she cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Erza's cheek while weaving a subtle sleep spell into her touch.
Natsu hummed in amusement, watching as Erza relaxed further, her breathing evening out.
Amaris turned to him with a smirk. "Natsu and I will head to Guilitina. You rest, sugar."
Erza cracked one eye open, her voice laced with concern. "Are you sure you don't want me to go?"
"There's no need, love," Amaris reassured her, brushing a strand of hair from Erza's face. "Besides, I want to experience this myself—not just through Natsu's head. It'll be nice to have my own adventure with him for once."
Erza hummed sleepily, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Natsu's chest as she nestled deeper into his warmth. "Mmm… fine. But if anything happens, call me." Her voice was drowsy but firm, her protective instincts still present even in the comfort of their shared bed.
Natsu kissed the top of her head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We'll be fine, Erza. I got this."
Amaris chuckled softly, her starry eyes shimmering in the dim room. "Of course, we do. Now, go back to sleep, love." She ran her fingers through Erza's hair one last time before shifting her attention to Natsu. "We should get moving before dawn."
Natsu nodded, stretching slightly under the feathery cocoon that surrounded them. Carefully, he shifted out from under Erza and stood, rolling his shoulders as his six wings flared slightly.
"Alright," he said, turning to Amaris. "Let's see what Guilitina has in store for us."
With one final glance at their sleeping lover, the Silver-Eyed Devil and the Goddess of the Night left the room.
P.O.P.C
Natsu stood in their dressing room, adjusting the straps of his hooded coat. The Yamato and Queen rested beside him, while Ebony & Ivory were securely strapped to his legs, ready for whatever lay ahead.
From behind the curtain, Amaris's sultry voice teased, "Ready?"
Natsu chuckled, arms crossed. "Well, I expect you have a little show for me, love?"
"Quite so~"
The curtain shifted, and Amaris stepped forward, presenting one of her outfits with an elegant yet commanding grace.
She wore a Victorian-style white blouse with a high collar and delicate ruffled trim along the neckline. The fabric was soft, slightly sheer—possibly silk or a magically infused textile. The sleeves billowed dramatically in bishop-style fashion, tapering into fitted cuffs adorned with black lace and small metallic embellishments, adding an aristocratic touch.
Over the blouse, a structured black leather corset cinched her waist, the lace-up detailing sculpting an hourglass silhouette. The front panel bore intricate embroidery and metallic filigree, fastened with silver buckles and decorative lacing—sophisticated yet battle-ready.
A flowing asymmetrical cloak draped from her shoulders, split in the back for ease of movement. Its deep black fabric faded into dark blue gradients, evoking a celestial, arcane aura. Lined with silver and gold embroidery forming mystical runes, the cloak fastened at the shoulders with silver clasps or ornamental brooches. The edges were jagged and slightly tattered, giving it a timeworn yet regal appearance.
Thin, crisscrossing straps and decorative buckles secured the upper body, enhancing the tactical yet noble aesthetic. Subtle shoulder adornments of reinforced leather or enchanted metal provided a structured, slightly armored look.
Her accessories were just as refined: silver or black gemstone earrings glinted subtly, while an intricate silver necklace with a symbolic pendant rested just above the corset.
She wore fingerless gloves, the delicate lace embroidery adding elegance without sacrificing dexterity. Her form-fitting black leather pants featured decorative lace-up panels along the sides, exposing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Thin silver embroidery ran along the seams, reinforcing the regal and mystical elements.
A double-layered belt system secured her waist—one wide main belt with ornate silver buckles, and a thinner secondary belt draped asymmetrically. A delicate silver chain connected the belt to a small enchanted pouch, no doubt containing magical artifacts or tools.
One leg bore additional garter-style straps looping around the thigh, while the other had stitched leather straps and metal buckles, accentuating her daring yet refined appearance.
Finally, her tall black heeled boots, extending just below the knees, reinforced her commanding presence. The lace-up front, crisscrossing leather ties, and silver eyelets ensured a snug fit, while decorative leather straps, small silver chains, and intricate metal accents adorned the top.
She posed slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well? What do you think?"
Natsu let out a low whistle, eyes roaming over her figure with appreciation. "Warrior, but with a hunter's edge. Strong, classy… sexy as hell. Would totally fuck you 'til you can't walk."
Amaris giggled, trailing a finger along his chest. "Cheeky~ This one is nice, but I have another I like even more."
Natsu's silver eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Then let's see it."
With a teasing smile, Amaris turned, disappearing behind the curtain.
Flashes of light flickered from within, arcs of violet energy dancing like celestial whispers. Then, the curtain parted, and she stepped forward, her presence exuding a divine, ethereal allure.
Her gown was woven from midnight itself, infused with the abyss, shifting like a living cosmos. Deep violet and silver embroidery traced constellations across the fabric, pulsing softly, as if breathing with the rhythm of the universe.
The bodice featured a diamond-shaped opening, revealing a portion of her décolletage. The fabric around it shifted like an eclipse, subtly changing with her movements. Further down, another intricate cutout graced her midriff, where delicate lace patterns formed the same cosmic designs that adorned her legs, seamlessly blending into the ensemble.
Silver accents and floating specks of stardust danced around the exposed areas, creating an aura of otherworldly enchantment.
The skirt flowed in endless waves, trailing behind her like a nebula in motion, each step leaving faint traces of stardust in her wake.
Her sleeves were detached, weightless, as if woven from the very essence of the void. Glowing arcane symbols pulsed faintly within the fabric, synchronizing with her divine energy. They were secured at her upper arms by silver cuffs, inlaid with floating violet gemstones that shimmered just above her skin.
Her hands were adorned with delicate, web-like gloves of void-thread that traced along her fingers and wrists, silver chains linking to claw-like rings, adding an air of celestial regality.
Her legs bore the same intricate lace patterns as her midriff, revealing mesmerizing celestial designs that shifted like star maps. Delicate silver chains wrapped around her thighs, accentuating her figure with elegance and mystique.
Her thigh-high heels, sculpted from an obsidian-like metal, radiated violet stardust with each step. They glowed faintly, leaving behind a trail of ethereal light as she moved.
Her long, ankle-length hair cascaded in a flawless gradient—midnight blue at the roots, fading into a deep, dark night purple. Her mesmerizing galaxy-like purple eyes glowed softly as she gazed at Natsu.
"So?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "What do you think?"
For a moment, Natsu was speechless. His silver eyes roamed over her, captivated. "Wow… I've seen you in so many dresses, but this… This is unreal. You look absolutely beautiful."
She giggled, brushing a hand along her hip. "Have you forgotten? I am a Goddess~"
"Me? Never." He smirked, stepping closer. "But this… This is heavy on the Night and Void theme. Gods, it looks so damn good. So sexy… and—" his eyes darkened with hunger—"tasty."
Amaris chuckled, trailing a hand up her thigh while the other teasingly groped her breast. "Tasty, you say?" She licked her lips, her starry gaze locking onto his. "And what, my love, do you wish to taste?"
Natsu stepped closer, his silver eyes burning with desire. His hand cupped her face as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers before claiming them in a deep, heated kiss. When he pulled away, his voice was husky, full of promise.
"Everything."
She giggled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Well, I suppose we'll have to find the perfect setting, then. A lavish hotel back in Earthland? A secluded forest beneath the stars? Or perhaps a waterfall, where the mist kisses our skin as much as we do?"
Natsu smirked, pressing his forehead to hers. "We can improvise, my love. Always."
P.O.P.C - Two Days Later
In the dimly lit chamber, the man on the throne, tall and imposing, gave off an aura of dark authority. His ash blond hair framed his face, a short full beard adding to his rugged look, while his red eyes—burning with malice—seemed to pierce through the shadows. The sun-shaped tattoos beneath his eye bags were a mark of his power, glowing faintly in the low light. His attire, a grey coat with carmine red patches, accentuated his formidable presence. Dark grey pants and brown boots completed the intimidating image. Long horns sprouted from his shoulders, their sharpness adding to the danger he exuded.
Resting his face in his right hand, he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Set the flare."
"Yes, my lord."
As his command was swiftly carried out, the man settled deeper into his throne, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Natsu Dragneel... what a delicious power you possess, one I shall claim and use to slay the Dragon Gods. Hehehehehe!"
His laughter echoed through the chamber, thick with the promise of impending doom.
Atop the room, perched on the rafters, sat a woman, her feet dangling carelessly, her thighs crossed one atop the other. She was an enigmatic beauty, her dark skin glowing under the faint light. Her voluptuous figure was barely contained by the nun-like attire that covered her body, lending her an air of both purity and danger.
Her long, wavy silver hair fell down her back in tight, bunched curls, framing her face with an elegance that only added to her mystique. Her vibrant blue eyes were eerily calm, holding a serene gaze that could easily mask the deadly power lying beneath.
Her simple but imposing black dress, with long, billowing sleeves, seemed to swallow her hands and arms, giving her an almost larger-than-life presence. Two black roses nestled in her hair added an air of ominous beauty. She was a paradox—soothing and terrifying, a gentle smile hiding a soul capable of devastating destruction.
She glanced down at the photo in her hand, the image of Natsu and Amaris strolling through a city. The sight of them together brought a small, almost playful smile to her lips.
"A Demon and his Goddess... how delightful. I suppose it's not surprising for a Goddess to choose such a handsome and powerful man as her Consort... but it's him who leads, isn't it?"
She smiled knowingly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she licked her lips.
"Come to me, Natsu Dragneel... show me what you are… both of you."
P.O.P.C
On a small yacht gliding through the calm sea—a sleek, automated Lacrima-powered vessel designed for comfort and intimacy—an atmosphere of hushed desire filled the space. At the center of the yacht, just behind the entrance to the helm room, a sumptuous bed piled high with plush pillows awaited beneath a large umbrella that cast a gentle, shifting shade.
Amaris and Natsu lay together in an uninhibited embrace, their bodies bare. The two shared a fierce, consuming kiss as Amaris straddled Natsu's lap, her movements deliberate and fluid. Her lips met his in a passionate collision while her hands traced teasing patterns along his chest. With every movement, she moved rhythmically, her soft moans blending with the whisper of the sea and the gentle creak of the yacht.
The ambient light, softened by the flutter of the umbrella overhead, danced across their skin, highlighting the contours of their bodies as they moved in unison. Natsu's hands roamed possessively over Amaris's form, his touch both tender and commanding. In that intimate space, time seemed to slow, leaving only the heady mix of passion, salty air, and the rhythmic pulse of the waves to underscore their desire.
Natsu chuckled against her skin, pressing a lingering kiss to her collarbone as Amaris cradled his head to her chest. Their bodies remained tangled together, the warmth of their passion still lingering in the salty sea air.
"Ah! Natsuuu~" she giggled softly, running her fingers through his wild hair, her breath still slightly uneven.
He smirked, tilting his head up to meet her glowing purple gaze. "Satisfied, my dear goddess?"
Amaris hummed, brushing a kiss against his forehead. "Always, my love. Always ready for more…" Her fingers traced lazy circles on his back. "But enough for now. Even divine beings need to rest."
Natsu sighed in contentment, his arms tightening slightly around her waist as the yacht swayed gently beneath them, the sound of the waves lapping against its sides setting a soothing rhythm.
"How long were you plotting this?" he asked. "We could have gotten to Guiltina by now if we had flown."
Amaris pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "That's exactly my point. Erza and I planned this—but she lost the bet."
"And what was the bet?"
"Who could still walk after last night. You know, two days ago—when you left both Erza and me with shaking thighs?"
Natsu chuckled. "You used some Sensitivity Magic, and besides, you and Erza practically drowned each other's necks and shoulders in kisses."
"Yours too!"
"Mine too," he replied with a playful smile.
Amaris giggled, nuzzling against his cheek. "You were absolutely relentless that night."
Natsu smirked, running his hands down her back. "And you loved every second of it."
She sighed dreamily. "I did. That's why I wanted this little… getaway. Just us, no interruptions—a peaceful, romantic journey before we get to Gilitina."
She pouted playfully. "I wanted to take Erza along too, but I underestimated how much she could handle. I guess I'll have to make it up to her when we get back."
"And how exactly are you going to do that?" Natsu asked with a teasing smirk.
"Sex," she replied coyly.
Natsu chuckled. "She might just die of ecstasy if you pull a stunt like that again."
"It's okay," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Erza and I agreed that the only acceptable way to go would be 'Death by Natsu's Cock.'"
"Pffffff—HAHAHAHAHA!"
Natsu threw his head back, laughing so hard his abs tensed. "You two actually sat down and agreed on that?!"
Amaris grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Of course! We had a whole conversation about it. Very serious. Very official."
He wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. "You two are insane."
She smirked, leaning in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Only for you, my love."
Natsu groaned playfully, dragging a hand down his face. "You're gonna be the death of me."
Amaris tilted her head. "Mmm, I believe that was our line, dear."
He snorted, pulling her close and flipping their positions, pinning her beneath him. "We'll see who breaks first when we get back."
She gasped, then grinned. "Oh, I look forward to it, Dragon Monarch~."
Their lips met again in a heated kiss, but suddenly, a massive beam of magic shot into the sky. It exploded, crackling with power, and from the burst, a single word materialized in the sky.
"Dragneel?" Natsu read aloud, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"Noooo!" Amaris whined, her hands pulling him back toward her, wrapping around his back. "Ignore it! Focus on me! I've got at least one more round in me!"
Natsu pulled away slightly, his gaze still fixed on the sky. "Amaris, we need to check this out."
"Whyyyyyy?" she groaned, burying her face against his chest in protest.
"Because," he said, his voice serious, "my name is literally written in the sky, and we're close to Guilitina. We just passed by."
Amaris paused for a moment, eyes narrowing mischievously. "Fine… but only because you're being so serious." She sighed dramatically, a playful spark in her gaze. "Let's get this over with so we can finish what we started."
With a fluid motion, she stood up, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands trailed over her tights and breasts, giving Natsu a tantalizing show before she snapped her fingers. Instantly, her dress materialized on her form, the intricate details and design appearing like magic.
Natsu, following her lead, stood up as well. With a flick of his own magic, his Re-Equip Magic cloaked him in his signature outfit, the hooded cloak settling over his shoulders.
Amaris glanced at him, a warm smile curving on her lips. Her wings—six in total—sprouted from her back, lifting her into the air effortlessly.
"Come on, darling!" she called, floating higher. "I need to store the ship! It's too nice to leave behind!"
Natsu responded in kind, his own six wings unfurling as he soared up to her side. Amaris took advantage of the closeness, stealing a quick, lingering kiss before she turned her attention back to the yacht. With a snap of her fingers, the ship was drawn into a pocket dimension, vanishing from sight.
"Ready?" she asked, floating just out of his reach, the playful glint still in her eyes.
Natsu grinned, the thrill of the unknown ahead sparking in his chest. "Always."
P.O.P.C
A tall, beautiful woman with long blonde hair and pink eyes, dressed in a traditional kimono, walked through the halls of a grand palace. She stopped at the door of a room she had left a few hours earlier, pausing for a moment before knocking.
"Come in," a voice called from inside.
She entered the room, and a chuckle escaped her lips at the sight before her. Lazing on a large couch, Ignia looked relaxed despite a few bandages on his left arm and forehead. Dressed casually in a red shirt, beige pants, and slippers, he was munching on a slice of pizza while watching a Lacrima TV.
"Yeah?" Ignia asked, glancing at her over the top of his slice.
The woman raised an eyebrow. "What exactly are you doing, Ignia?"
Swallowing a bite of pizza, he mumbled with his mouth full, "What—do you—mean by that? I'm obviously minding my business."
The woman smirked. "Your little brother is on Guilitina."
"I know," Ignia replied, his voice a little more serious. "I sensed him. But he got... caught up in something, so I didn't bother to follow him."
The woman's smirk deepened. "Caught up in a goddess's tights, perhaps?"
Ignia's eyes widened, and he almost choked on his pizza. "You watched it?!"
She nodded casually. "Yes, why? Didn't you?"
Ignia's face flushed in discomfort. "NO?! Why would I watch that? It's... It's way too weird!"
"Well, he's very good," she teased. "And Amaris herself is quite the show-"
"I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!" Ignia practically yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. "DO YOU KNOW HOW AWKWARD THAT WOULD BE IF WE MET? 'Hey, I'm your older brother from Igneel—oh, by the way, I saw you have sex with a goddess'? That's just... no! Too weird, even for me! Why did you watch it?!"
The woman raised an eyebrow, her amusement growing. "Hey, Amaris is an old acquaintance."
Ignia shot her a pointed look. "You mean your old boss?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, debatable. She never liked ordering people around. More like I was an apprentice."
"So you watched your old boss... have sex with a world-ending demon?" Ignia asked, incredulity lining his voice.
The woman blinked, her lips twitching. "...You make it sound bad?"
"It is bad!" Ignia exclaimed, rubbing his temples in exasperation.
"For men, maybe!" she retorted with a teasing grin. "We talk about such things all the time!"
Ignia stared at her, utterly confused. "You do?!"
"YES!" she replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't you men talk about it?"
"No," Ignia said firmly, shaking his head. "If I get a lover, how, when, and why we fuck... is for me to know!"
"Huh," she muttered, tilting her head. "Weird. I always thought you'd be the type to brag about it."
Ignia snorted, a wry grin playing on his lips. "I like my women like I like my pizza—only mine."
She stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "That's the dumbest yet somehow most Ignia thing I've ever heard."
He shrugged. "Hey, I'm a dragon. We don't share our treasure. You should know."
She stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Anyway, do you have any idea why he's here?"
Ignia leaned back, stretching his arms. "I'm guessing he caught wind of my fight with Acnologia and started digging into who I am. With Amaris's help, it wouldn't take long for him to find the information."
The woman nodded. "Location Magic, Clairvoyance, Divination—she has plenty of ways to track you."
"Yeah."
"Do you think he's here to fight you?"
Ignia shrugged. "Not sure. I don't think I've given him a reason to hate me like Zeref did."
She tapped her chin in thought. "Well, since you haven't been keeping an eye on him for the past few hours—"
"You shouldn't have either."
She ignored him. "I'll tell you this, they're headed for Nocthra Isle. A magic flare was set off there, spelling 'Dragneel' in the sky. Georg was the one who sent it—he wants Natsu to come to him."
"Ah, I see." Ignia turned his attention back to the lacrima TV.
The woman blinked. "You're not going to do anything about it?"
"Why would I?"
"Because Georg is powerful—"
"PFFFFT—" Ignia burst out laughing. "Yeah, I bet he's 100% planning to kill Natsu, steal his power, and then come after us."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"PFFFFF—HAHAHAHAHA!" Ignia clutched his stomach, struggling to breathe between laughs. "You think Georg… is an actual threat to Natsu? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"
She frowned. "I know Natsu is strong—I watched him fight in Crocus—but—"
"But he was toying with the Dragon Slayers," Ignia interrupted, smirking. "He was having fun, not taking them seriously. He was nowhere near actually trying. Trust me, I know his abilities better than you do. If he really wanted to win, to kill, or to destroy, there'd be very few on this planet who could stop him."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "And don't forget—while Amaris walks beside him, she's bonded to him soul-deep. No God-Chosen has ever had such a close connection to a deity. You know Amaris better than I do, so tell me… how devastating do you think a Demon with power over Space-Time and Dragon Magic, fully backed by a Goddess of Night, Magic, Void, and Dreams, could be?"
The woman's lips curled into a knowing smile, her pink eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Devastating?" She chuckled. "That wouldn't even begin to describe it."
Ignia smirked, leaning back against the couch. "Exactly. Georg thinks he's setting a trap for Natsu, but he has no idea that he's the one walking into the jaws of a beast. I almost feel bad for him."
"Almost," she mused. "You sure you don't want to step in? Maybe have a little fun yourself?"
Ignia waved her off. "Nah. If Georg somehow drags things out and actually starts to become a problem, then I might step in." He took another bite of his pizza, chewing thoughtfully. "But honestly? Natsu's got this. He doesn't need me to handle some washed-up Dragon Eater with delusions of grandeur."
She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "So you're just going to sit here and watch?"
"Pretty much," he said with a grin. "Besides, I've been meaning to finish this show. The plot's just getting good."
The woman sighed, shaking her head. "You really are something else, Ignia."
He grinned wider. "I know."
She rolled her eyes but said nothing more, her thoughts drifting back to Nocthra Isle.
"Georg had no idea what he had just invited onto his island."
P.O.P.C - Ravenholt
"GAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Agonized screams tore through the dark chamber.
Cain sat comfortably on a chair, his gold eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Sting writhe in pain. The young Dragon Slayer was bound in heavy chains, his arms, legs, and chest locked in place, his body positioned as if he were crucified. Tubes ran from his veins, siphoning energy, while hundreds of tiny magic circles flickered in and out of existence across his skin, each one feeding into the intricate spellwork that was slowly unraveling him from the inside.
Sting let out another tortured cry before his body finally sagged, his muscles twitching involuntarily as he gasped for air.
Cain stretched lazily before standing, stepping toward him with an air of amusement. He placed a hand against Sting's forehead, and in an instant, the world around them shifted.
The dark chamber melted away, replaced by a vast valley of white mountains and towering pillars of radiant light. The air crackled with raw energy, a realm of pure sanctity. White lightning arced between the peaks, and sacred white flames burned in scattered braziers, illuminating ancient stone structures.
Before Cain stood the entrance of a massive cave, its mouth wide and foreboding, exuding an aura of divine power.
A deep, rumbling growl filled the valley.
Cain barely had time to move before a colossal claw came crashing down, narrowly missing him as he sidestepped with a smirk.
"Not very welcoming, are you?" he quipped.
The dragon before him was a true giant, a magnificent beast clad in shimmering white scales. His massive feathered wings spread wide, each one larger than a house. Golden eyes burned with fury beneath a heavy brow, and a long, flowing beard extended from his maw. A regal mane of white hair cascaded down his neck, trailing along his back and merging seamlessly with his powerful tail.
A Great Dragon
First of the White Dragons
Father of all Holy Related Dragons
One of the First Original Dragon Kings
Weisslogia
The great dragon's roar shook the very fabric of the realm. The force of it sent powerful gusts tearing through the valley, but Cain stood firm, merely sighing at the display.
"Seriously," he said, shaking his head. "What is it with you dragons and roaring at new company?"
Weisslogia bared his fangs, his voice a thunderous growl. "You dare show your face here after what you've done?!"
Cain chuckled, unfazed. "Correction—after what I'm currently doing."
Cain smirked, sidestepping the massive claw that crashed down where he once stood. The sheer force of Weisslogia's attack sent tremors through the valley, cracks forming along the icy ground.
The White Dragon King's golden eyes burned with fury, his feathered wings spreading wide, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. "You defile my domain with your vile presence," Weisslogia snarled, his voice a deep rumble that shook the very air. "Your corruption festers within my son—you taint him with your wicked sorcery!"
Cain chuckled, dusting off his coat as if brushing away imaginary specks of dust. "Oh, taint is such an ugly word," he mused. "I prefer to call it… refinement." He gestured lazily toward the bound and twitching form of Sting, still shackled and suspended in the real world. "Your precious little protégé is undergoing quite the evolution, don't you think?"
Weisslogia's growl deepened, his holy flames flaring to life along his jaws. "You are stealing his essence, ravaging his soul! He is not yours to mold!"
Cain sighed theatrically, rolling his eyes. "You dragons are always so dramatic." He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, completely unbothered by the wrathful king before him. "I don't need to mold him. He's already perfect. I'm just… unlocking his full potential."
Weisslogia lunged, his massive body moving with terrifying speed, his claws crackling with divine lightning. Cain barely managed to dodge as a streak of holy fire erupted in the dragon's wake, the sheer force of the attack disintegrating the frozen pillars behind him.
"Hold on, let's try this again," Cain muttered, snapping his fingers.
The world around them twisted in an instant. The icy valley, the pillars of holy light—gone. In their place was an endless void, dark and suffocating. Weisslogia now found himself bound by chains, their cursed essence burning into his soul like molten iron. He roared, his struggles futile as the chains tightened, suppressing his very being.
"What have you done?!" the great dragon snarled, golden eyes blazing with fury.
Cain chuckled, stepping forward with an air of absolute confidence. "A Great Dragon you once were," he mused, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. "But in the Soul Realm, I hold the power."
"YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE!" Weisslogia bellowed, his voice shaking the void itself.
"Oh, I will live," Cain assured him, a smirk curling at his lips. "And so will Sting."
"LEAVE MY SON ALONE, YOU WORTHLESS COWARD!"
Cain let out a theatrical sigh, shaking his head. "Worthless coward? Now that wounds me, dragon. Wounds me deep." Then, without hesitation, he snapped his fingers once more.
Two more figures materialized, both bound in the same cursed chains.
"Skiadrum?" Weisslogia's gaze snapped to the Shadow Dragon beside him, frustration and sorrow flashing in his golden eyes.
Skiadrum grunted, his dark scales shimmering faintly as he attempted to resist, but the magic restraining them wasn't ordinary—it was primordial. It didn't just bind the body; it gnawed at their very souls.
Cain grinned as he leisurely stepped between the two dragons, arms crossed, savoring their helplessness. "Oh, don't look so shocked," he mocked. "Did you really think I wouldn't make use of both of you?"
Weisslogia snarled, his powerful wings straining against the restraints. "You… dare to defile the sacred bonds we share with our children?"
Cain rolled his eyes. "Defile is such a strong word—I prefer 'reconstruct.'" His gaze flickered to Rogue, the young Dragon Slayer hanging limply in his chains. His body twitched as the magic pulsed through him, a sickening glow seeping into his very core.
Cain clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "Rogue… so much potential, yet such a failure." Then his eyes gleamed with something wicked. "But Sting—oh, he will be my greatest masterpiece."
Weisslogia bared his fangs. "You won't get away with this!"
Cain ignored the outburst and continued, his voice eerily calm. "Allow me to explain what's about to happen—what has already been done to Sting. At his own request, of course." He smirked. "He asked for this power."
"Lies!" Weisslogia roared, his voice shaking with rage. "You deceived him! You twisted his mind, filled him with vengeance and hatred! You murdered Rogue and blamed it on Igneel's son!"
Cain dismissed him with a flick of the wrist. "Necessary sacrifices." His smirk widened into something cruel. "And now, it's your turn."
The air grew heavier as Cain spoke his next words, each syllable laced with finality.
"Sting will become a demon. And you—" he gestured between them, "—will be stripped of everything. Your magic, your spells, your very essence… all will be assimilated into him." His grin sharpened. "He will be reborn, not as a mere Dragon Slayer, but as something greater. A half-human, half-demon infused with true dragon power."
Skiadrum exhaled slowly, a hint of bitter amusement in his voice. "So… you seek to turn him into what the Dragneels are?"
Cain's expression darkened. "Yes." His voice was precise, clinical. "With a bit of blood from Zeref, combined with the DNA records of Natsu's demon physiology, and the perfect blend of my demon magic and primordial power, we have crafted Sting's physiology to be as formidable as Natsu's. A 100% compatible cambionic demon."
Weisslogia's eyes widened slightly, but Cain wasn't finished.
"Just as Natsu was granted dragon power from Igneel, a Primordial Dragon, Sting shall inherit yours." He tilted his head, watching the White Dragon struggle against his fate. "You may not be on Igneel's level, and your power has long since waned… but that is where Skiadrum comes in."
Cain turned to the Shadow Dragon, whose dark eyes were locked on Rogue, grief pooling in their depths.
"You will be reduced to raw energy, stripped to the core of your existence and fused into Sting. He will retain your magic, but yours will be eclipsed by his true dragon magic."
The heavy silence that followed was suffocating. The hum of dark energy pulsed through the void, each beat a countdown to the inevitable.
Then Cain's smirk returned, colder than ever. He stepped closer to Weisslogia, lowering his voice just enough to make the words sting.
"Does it not gladden you, Weisslogia?" Cain whispered mockingly. "Your son will become something far beyond what you could have ever made him. He will surpass you… surpass all of you…" His grin widened.
"Even Acnologia."
Weisslogia was silent. In Cain's eyes, that silence was submission—a sign the dragon had given up. Satisfied, he turned away, the realm around them beginning to collapse, its very foundation warping as the magic sought to strip them of everything they were.
But then Weisslogia's voice rumbled through the void, low and unyielding.
"This victory you claim… shall be your downfall, oh foolish human."
Cain scoffed, not even bothering to turn back. "I am not human—"
"You are." Weisslogia's golden eyes burned with something ancient, something unshaken. "The roots of a Primordial Being cannot be severed so easily. Not even the roots of a Primordial Human." His voice grew sharper, each word carrying the weight of centuries. "Your body, your soul, your mind—they may belong to a demon… but you still possess one human trait."
Cain turned slightly, intrigued despite himself. "And what would that be?"
Weisslogia bared his fangs in something between a grin and a sneer. "Mortal foolishness." His voice dropped to a near whisper, yet it thundered through the realm like a prophecy. "Because you are the first mortal, oh foolish Cain."
Cain's amusement faded. "I am not the one in chains."
Weisslogia chuckled, unfazed. "You will never be able to extinguish what I am, boy. You will never be able to extinguish what we are."
Cain rolled his eyes. "And what exactly are you, oh great dragon Weisslogia?"
The chains burned into his flesh, the void crumbled around them, but still, Weisslogia's gaze was unwavering.
"A king." Weisslogia's voice was steady, filled with unshakable certainty. "And you just made my son into one."
Cain scoffed and stepped away, vanishing from the realm as darkness surged forward, swallowing the dragons whole.
Left in the consuming void, Weisslogia closed his eyes. His body weakened, his essence unraveling, yet his spirit remained unbroken.
"Oh, Sting, my beloved son… For but a fleeting moment in my long existence did I know you, yet you were my greatest joy… my greatest pride." His voice, though strained, carried warmth.
"I am sorry. For all I have done to you… for all I failed to do. And for what you must now endure." A deep, sorrowful sigh escaped him. "But I have faith… faith that you will find yourself. No longer a boy… but a man. A king."
The chains constricted, the void threatened to consume him, but his final words remained, unwavering.
"And a king bows to none." His voice, though fading, carried the weight of an unbreakable legacy.
"It is time to rise… to be a man… to be a Sovereign."