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This chapter is a smutty one, skip if you do not enjoy that kind of content. I will give a brief summary of it at the end. I will also warn you when it starts and ends.
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Chapter XIX: The Dragon's Mate
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"I'm… your-!"
"One true mate. My soulmate. One true love. Whatever you want to call it." He took a shuddering breath. "It's a lot, Ivy. A lot to just… dump on someone. I know it's too much, maybe too soon for us, but… I couldn't let myself go further with you until you knew what this meant to me. What you mean to me."
"I'm your soulmate."
"Yes."
"You're my soulmate." She let out, and he looked away.
"…yes."
His heart crashed in his chest when he felt Ivy pull her hands away from his. He lowered his head, mentally licking his wounded heart, trying to figure out a way to lessen the blow, to not put so much pressure on her. To ease the weight that this was, the weight of what she meant to him.
He could not lose her. Never mind the fact that she was his soulmate, he was falling harder and harder in love with her every day, and he knew it. He never admitted it, that is true, but he was. And he could not have his literal heart walk out of his life. He racked his head for ideas, for clues, for anything Weisslogia had told him about mates, but nothing came up.
He felt a weight on his lap.
He opened his eyes to see a worn brown leather notebook. He picked it up and sniffed it. It had Ivy's scent all over the. He recognized the book, he had seen it on her bedside table before, often with a pen across it. He looked up to Ivy to see her kneeling in front of him, her expression giving nothing away.
"Sylvia?"
"I told you I saw the guild's symbol in my dreams. So often that I started remembering even after I woke up."
"Yeah, I remember." He whispered.
"I also told you that, when I dream, I wake up, draw them, and go back to sleep."
"Because you don't remember them when you wake up the next morning, and sometimes they contain important messages." He nodded.
"Open it." She nudged the notebook in his hands.
"Ivy, this-!"
"Open it."
Sting did as she said and opened the book. He flickered through the sheets, seeing all kinds of drawings: a dying tee, a veiny neck, a grassy field, a door with a bleeding number on it, a cat, a trail of clothes, a stalemate game of chess. A wing mosaic, a cross, a fur jacket, an iron bed. All in pencil, all in gray.
He flipped the page.
A rough sketch of a tiger. A profile of the tiger with long fangs. A sketch of a roaring lion. Sabertooth's guild symbol. Sabertooth's symbol on a shoulder. A rough sketch of Sabertooth's headquarters. Sabertooth's symbol in a dark blue background. An eye. A dark blue, heavy lashed eye. Spiky hair. Spiky blond hair. Full lips in a smirk. Full lips in a grin, with a pointy fang. Full lips in a grin, a strong chin, and a broad shoulder with Sabertooth's symbol on it.
Flip.
His own grinning face stared back at him, with three test strips of different shades of blue on the side. His eyes, daring him to try and challenge him. His spiky hair was painted yellow with a few dashes of white. He could see a fang peeking out. And his shoulder, where his white guild symbol could be seen.
Sting looked up to Ivy, who eyed him with caution, but with a blush on her cheeks. "That one… was the day I packed my bags and hopped on the first train to Fiore."
"I…"
"The dream didn't bring me to Sabertooth, Sting." Ivy placed her hands over his. "It brought me to you."
"…did you know?"
"Not at first. I knew there was something at work between us. Then I met Levy, and she told me about her and Gajeel, and how he set off a chain reaction, leaving me to draw my own conclusions. Bits and pieces here and there, but it all made sense when you told me the dream happened for a reason. From then on, I just… waited."
"For what?" He whispered.
"For you." She smiled.
"…you're not mad?"
"No."
"Scared?"
"Of you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"… curious?"
"Plenty." She took the notebook from his hands and set it to the side carefully. "But I'm patient. And I'll wait. However long I have to."
"…you drive me insane." He admitted, shaking his head.
"Oh, I know." She grinned and crawled up to him. "Likewise… master."
He cupped her face and brought her to him, pressing their foreheads together. "All this time… I've been terrified of your reaction to this… monster dump of information. And you just needed me to confirm everything you already knew."
"Pretty much." She nodded. "Why here? Why today?"
"Because the dragon in me has been riding me hard. To come clean, to tell you, and to have you accept my mark." He gulped.
"How long?"
"… ever since I first kissed you."
Her eyes locked with his, her shock evident. His smile was tiny but present, and Ivy shook her head. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. Sting let his hands fall to her hips, and hers cupped his face. She pressed another kiss to his hair.
"Why did you say 'accept my mark'?"
"You might not want it. It's one thing to talk about it. Another one to have you say straight to my face, 'Sting, I want you to claim me as your mate'." He explained.
"Is that why you wouldn't…" She turned red. "You know… touch me?"
Sting raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I touched you plenty, Sylvia."
"Not that sort of touching!" She exclaimed. "You know… touched me."
"You mean sex?" he asked. "You're asking me if I wouldn't have sex with you before this… conversation happened?"
"…yes."
"Just like for all people, sex makes us lose control, Ivy. So yeah, there is a possibility that, if I allowed myself to have sex with you, I wouldn't be able to control myself and I would mark you without your permission and knowledge." Sting explained.
"I see… and what happens after you… claim your mate?"
"Well… it's different for everyone. But there are a few common effects." He frowned. "Possessiveness. And if you thought up until now was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet. Hm, the need to be around you, or to have you in my line of sight. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you at first. And any guy that tried to flirt with you or even touch you would be signing their death sentence."
"Touch me?! But I love hugs!"
"I can control myself, Ivy. I know Orga or Rufus don't see you that way. But Dobengal?" He scoffed "I almost choked him once, this time, I'd snap his neck."
"Sting!"
"I'm a dragon, Sylvia. No one touches what's mine." He growled. "Especially my mate."
She blushed. "And… here?"
"This house… even more than the guild, is my territory." He explained. "If you said yes, this is where I would stake my claim."
"On the… bed?" She licked her lips.
Sting smirked. "On the bed. On this rug. On that dresser. Against the wall. On the bathroom counter. In the shower. On the dining table. On the couch. However many times you needed to understand that you are mine."
Her heart skipped a beat, and her scent spiked. "I-I see."
He watched her but decided to ease up, seeing her flustered cheeks. She got up shakily, walking to the dresser and leaning against it. Sting stood up too, and moved to stand behind her. Her head raised in recognition, but he only grabbed the dirty packages.
"I'm going to clean this up. Give you time to think about this." He pressed a kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Be right back."
He walked away, closing the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen and threw the containers into the trash, finally allowing himself to let go of the breath he was holding. He groaned, adjusting his pants. The way her scent spiked; he was surprised he was not standing in formation. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and walked back to the room.
Ivy stood in the middle of the room, back to the door, hugging herself. He wanted to leave her be, believing her to be lost in thoughts. But a slight turn of her head told him she had heard him come inside. So, he crossed the room to stand behind her, placing his hands on her waist. From his position, he could see the heaving of her chest, straining against the fabric of the dress.
"Ivy…" Sting licked his lips. "We have time. I don't need you to make a decision today. I just wanted to tell you what you needed to know to make one."
"I know." She whispered.
"Then why are you so nervous?" He frowned.
"Because I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Sting… claim me as your mate."
His heart dropped to his gut, and the blood went rushing down so fast he got lightheaded. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his hummingbird heart and the roar of the dragon inside him. He let his head fall against her shoulder, his hands clutching to her waist.
"F-fuck, Ivy." He swallowed hard. "Couldn't find it in you to sound a notch more seductive?"
She turned pink but stuck to her guns. "P-please?"
"Fucking hell, you're going to be the death of me." He scrapped his teeth on the skin of her shoulder.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Depends on whether or not you can handle me." He smirked, having regained a bit of control over himself. "Ivy. Are you sure?"
"I have never been surer in my life." She declared.
Sting swallowed hard and nodded. Ivy let go of her arms and took a deep breath. "Please be patient with me. It's…"
"Your first time?" He guessed, and she nodded. "Don't worry, little phoenix. I'll be gentle with you today."
¡!SMUTT STARTS HERE!¡
He moved her hair over her right shoulder and brushed his nose up her neck. Her scent spiked, and he took a deep breath of it. His hand stroked down her back, catching the small zipper and slowly tugging it down. Inch by inch, the pale skin was revealed. The path of the zipper came to an end, and Ivy lowered her arms.
The dress fell to the floor, and Sting lowered his head to her shoulder, pressing his wet lips to her heated skin. His hands found her hips, and he pulled her to his body, letting her melt against all the turns and angles of his body. He peppered kisses on her shoulder and shoulder blade, finding all the places the sun had left a mark.
One of his hands went over her abdomen and began trailing up her torso. Ivy gasped silently when it brushed over her breasts and arched her back. He hid a smile against her hair, and he let out a breath of his own when Ivy raised her chin when his hand climbed up her throat.
He tilted her chin to give himself more room. He buried his face on the side of her neck, taking deep breaths of the musky sunshine scent. He licked a stripe up her neck, catching her needy gasp in his ear. He scrapped his teeth against her skin where the neck met the shoulder. There, right there.
"This is where I'm going to leave my mark. Is that okay with you?" He whispered against her skin.
"Y-yes."
"Ever since I pressed that stamp against your neck… I've imagined it. My guild mark on the right. My mating mark on the left."
"Please, Sting."
She buckled against him and Sting cursed. He turned her around and grabbed her by the waist, leaning down and lifting her. Her arms easily fell around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his hips. He smiled when her eyes looked into his. The usual bright periwinkle orbs were darkened by desire and need.
Ivy pulled him into a kiss, and Sting responded immediately. Her fingers entwined in his hair, bringing him closer. He opened his mouth, and Ivy pushed her tongue inside it, making him buckle. But he kissed her harder and walked to the bed. The heat of her skin around him was something he was committing to memory, her spiked scent so delicious. Slowly but surely, Sting laid her down on the bed.
He pulled away from her, rising to his knees to strip his shirt off and throw it away. But instead of diving back into her heat, he leaned back on his knees, his eyes never leaving her. Ivy licked her lips and frowned, watching him as he simply stood there, in all his shirtless glory.
"Sting? What are you doing?"
"Looking at you. I wanna etch this image to my brain."
"Why?" She cocked her head to the side.
"You look like an angel, Sylvia."
Her fire locks were all splayed on the pillow and mattress. Her pale skin, turned pink by the last rays of the setting sun, was flawless, save for a few scraps that his teeth had already begun marking on her shoulder and neck. And her body was to die for, well-endowed chest covered by a lacy strapless baby blue bralette that pushed her breasts up. Her waist dipped but round hips, marked by a matching pair of cheeky panties, gave way to a pair of long legs, with thick and smooth thighs.
He crooked a finger and ran the knuckle down her chest and torso. "My personal heaven."
She turned red but did not look away. "Won't you come back, my precious dragon?"
Sting smirked and leaned back down. He looked into her eyes when one shy hand raised to touch his abs. Her silent question raced in her eyes, and the dragon slayer grabbed her wrist. Without looking away, he pushed her hand down to his belt. Ivy gulped but slowly undid his belt, pushing it away, and unbuttoned his pants.
Before she could do more, Sting grabbed her wrist and locked it above her head, leaning down to capture her mouth in a hard kiss. Ivy whimpered and moved to grab the back of his neck, trying to bring him closer. He parted her lips and forced his tongue inside, grinding against her. She gasped when she tugged on his hair, and he rewarded her with a groan.
His free hand trailed up from her waist to her breasts. He cupped one over the cloth, and Ivy moaned. He began massaging her, slowly to see her response to his touch. Positive was too small of a word, given that Ivy almost melted to his touch. He pulled one of the cups down and tugged on her nipple, and she bit down on his bottom lip in surprise.
"S-sor-!"
"Don't you dare." He pulled away and smirked. "I'm going to get back at you for that."
He began pressing kisses down her neck and collarbone, burying his face on her chest. He nibbled on the skin of the valley between her breasts and moved to wrap his mouth around her bud. The moan that escaped her lips was needy and desperate. Ivy's back arched off the bed as he began to suck on it, and Sting took the chance to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Took him a few tries, but he got it off and threw it behind him.
"S-Sting-!" She complained. "I like that bra!"
"Consider yourself lucky I didn't rip it off you." He growled, and Ivy pressed her thighs together.
He turned his attention back to her breasts, massaging the perfect mounds, kissing and sucking on them, leaving reddish bruises all over them. He would have to leave another one in a visible area… somewhere a bit more obvious than her stomach. When she found herself rolling her hips against his thigh, Sting pulled back again.
She watched as he stripped down to his boxers and returned to his position over her. He cupped her face and pressed a wet, deep kiss to her mouth. He swallowed her gasp and her whimper, gulping down his own moan when Ivy tugged on his blond hair. His free hand trailed down her torso once more, but this time, it did not stop on her breasts. It traveled down, and his long fingers moved inside her panties.
Ivy broke the kiss. "G-go easy, please."
"Tell me what you like." He spoke, his voice rough and deep.
"Like what?" She frowned.
"You've… never done this to yourself?" He asked, eyes jumping to hers.
"…no?"
Sting groaned and let his forehead fall against hers. "Mavis fuck, you really are mine."
"Is that okay?" She shyly asked.
"Yes. It's perfect." He pressed a kiss to her upper lip. "You're perfect."
His hand moved lower, brushing past her short curls, and met with her opening, already dripping wet. He moved the pad of his index and middle fingers up and down, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her head back, mouth parting.
She moaned when he twirled the small bundle of nerves and buckled when he slowly pushed a finger inside. The scent that then emanated from her sex was so delicious, so strong and so appealing that Sting had to clench his jaw and breathe through his mouth, lest he rip the lace off her and bury his face in her heat. One of her hands grabbed his arm, digging her nails in his skin, and Sting used the pain to bring her to pleasure.
"Aah, Sting-!"
The young dragon slayer tugged the remainder lacy article down her legs, threw it to the dresser, and stripped off his boxers. He crawled back to her, grabbing his member and thumbing the tip. He watched her as she took him in, in all his naked glory. She sat up and licked her lips, her hand finding his around his shaft.
Sting hissed, but let her explore, even wrapping his own hand around hers and showing her a slow, teasing tempo that he often liked to just play. She looked up into his eyes, lips parted, and Sting grabbed her chin, tilting her head up and pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.
"Are you sure you want this?" He whispered.
"Yes. Please, Sting."
"Lay down, little phoenix." He commanded. "And spread your legs for me."
Ivy turned red, but did as he said. Once flat on her back, she bent her legs and used her hands to part her thighs. Sting bit his lip at the sight of her drenched sex, and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He leaned over her, aligned himself with her opening, and looked up to her eyes as he pushed the tip in.
An inch in, her discomfort was already visible, but he wanted to see how much she could handle. Suddenly, she grabbed his shoulder and bit her lower lip. Sting groaned and grabbed her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He let his head fall against her forehead.
"F-fucking hell. And I'm expected to last?" He whispered.
"Sting?" Ivy called, her voice shaking.
"You're so tight, Sylvia. You're so perfect." He moved a centimeter further, and she dug her nails deeper.
"It-!"
"Hurts?"
He immediately stopped pushing in. Instead, he pulled out and slowly pushed back inside. He did this a few more times, gentle and slow, all the while pressing kisses to her neck and collarbone. Ivy squirmed against the bed, her nails pulling back a bit.
"Aah, I-!" She bit her lip.
"Can you take more?"
"…I think so." She nodded.
Sting smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as he pulled out and pushed back in, this time going further. It took them some time, with the dragon slayer ever so gentle with her, bowing down to her needs and requests, slowing down to her virginal tempo. He pushed in the last centimeter so that he was sheathed inside of her, and groaned. He noticed her hips shifted against his, and he took it as discomfort, so he pulled back out.
She moaned. "S-Sting?"
"Yeah?" He fisted the mattress beside her head.
"D-do that again."
He did as she asked, and slowly pushed his entire length inside. Ivy whimpered, and Sting cupped her face. "Talk to me, baby."
"I feel so… full." She murmured, and he chuckled.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"It feels…" She frowned. "Do it again."
He did, and Ivy moaned again, her legs trembling on either side of his hips. He smiled. "Good?"
"I think so." She looked up to his eyes.
"Let me try this."
He pulled out and pushed back in, a little faster than before. Ivy moaned out. "Please!"
"Oh, anything for you, my little phoenix."
Sting began moving then, adding tempo to his thrusts as Ivy whimpered beneath him. He leaned in and tasted the salt of the sweat on her skin. She felt too delicious, too good clenching around him, hugging him in a vice grip. Ivy arched up against him, and Sting moved one hand to lift her lower back against himself, making her moan louder.
He watched as she lost herself to the pleasure he was giving her, how she arched off the bed. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, and Sting slipped in deeper. He felt her drag her nails down his back, hissing when the twinge of pain mixed with his own pleasure. There was a certain pride in him, watching as she rose to pleasure with his movements, and the dragon in him demanded he took what he wanted from her, drive into her, and mimic the timeless dance. But he held steady, watching as she fell apart in his arms.
He buried his face in her neck, feeling her body tremble against his, and he slowed down to make the moment last. He heard his broken name escape her lips mid-moan, and he growled, baring his fangs and digging them into the junction of her neck and shoulder. He sensed his magic enter her, he smelled her intoxicating scent shift, and he felt her body shake as the pain of the mark sent her off the edge.
He licked the bleeding wound and thrust into her faster, seeking his own pleasure now that she had found hers. It did not take him long to fall apart, groaning her name as he spilled inside her with a roll of his hips and his forehead against hers. His breathing was uneven, much like hers, and he smiled softly as she looked into his eyes lovingly.
He took one final breath and pulled out from her, collapsing next to her. The two panted, lying on their backs, skins sleek with sweat. Sting turned his head to look at the beauty next to him and smiled softly when he saw that she was already staring at him. She raised one hand to cup his cheek, but he caught her wrist. He scrapped his teeth against the sensitive skin before he pressed a kiss to it.
¡!SMUTT ENDS HERE!¡
"S-Sting?" she whispered.
"Yeah?" he asked, letting the arm fall on his chest.
"D-did you do it?"
"Yeah. Didn't you feel the pain?"
"I felt like a twist in my magic but it didn't hurt… it felt good." She blushed. "Can I see it?"
"Not right now."
"Why not?" She raised to her elbows.
"You can't get up." He smirked.
"Yes, I-oh." She noticed that her legs felt like jelly.
"Tomorrow." He promised. "Now come here."
He dragged her to his side, curling around her. Ivy was on her side, back to him, and felt as Sting snuck a leg between hers, and buried his face in her hair, taking a deep breath. It should have felt odd, lying naked in his arms, against his also naked form, but she had never felt more natural. She tugged the arm that wrapped around her waist up to her chest and hugged it.
Sting smiled. "Get some rest, Ivy."
"Will you let me?" She raised an eyebrow.
"…I'll wake you up in the middle of the night."
"Thought so." She giggled and he kissed her shoulder.
"Rest, baby." He whispered.
"I love you." She kissed his knuckles and closed her eyes.
He felt her relax in his arms, and it was not long before she was asleep. She breathed deeply, filling the room with her marvelous scent, coating every inch of his skin with her touch and scent, marking him in her own way. And, in the quiet of the night, Sting found himself smiling.
"…I love you too, Ivy."
A/N: Basically, Ivy showed him her sketchbook - where she draws her dreams - and showed Sting she started dreaming about him when the call began. And then she said "The calling didn't bring me to Sabertooth. It brought me to you." and then she asks him to mark her, they do the wet tango, Sting marks her and they say 'I love you' to each other.
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