Erza Scarlet was many things. A great swordswoman, a phenomenal leader, a detailed cosplayer, and a big-titty beauty.
But a good actor? Nope. No way. Not at all. Erza was shit at acting, pure and simple. Alas, for the audiences throughout Magnolia Town, the Queen of the Fairies did not realize her shortcomings.
Thus, the S-class Mage stood before the guild's request board, her armored finger tapping a printed flyer. "A lead role in a stage adaptation of 'The Star-Crossed Knight'."
A job requiring… artistic performance. Erza smiled. She had been seeking this kind of job forever now. Most days, she was asked by Makarov to take on battle-intensive jobs. She asked around and today, there was nothing for her. Natsu had taken the only S-class job, Gray tagging along as to not get left behind by his rival. Even Lucy went on a job with Levy to both explore some ancient ruins and get money for her rent.
Erza plucked the flyer from the board and marched toward the bar. As always, Mirajane Strauss was polishing a glass, her serene smile in place as she watched her rambunctious guildmates. It didn't waver as Erza presented the paper.
"Hello Mirajane. I wish to take this job."
Mirajane's eyes skimmed the details. "Oh. Ah. This…one." She looked up. Erza looked thrilled about it. "The director is quite particular. He wants a convincing performance."
"I know."
Mirajane set the glass down. "Erza, your dedication is unmatched. But acting…"
"My acting is perfectly serviceable," Erza stated, her chin lifting. "I have performed many roles. Strategist. Comrade. Punisher." She sounded oh-so proud about it, her lips borderline smirking.
"Mhm." Mirajane's smile turned knowing. "I recall your rendition of the tragic heroine in the guild's last talent show. You recited the entire final soliloquy… while in your Heaven's Wheel Armor. And you shouted it. At the wall."
Erza's cheeks flushed a faint pink. "The emotional intensity was appropriate!"
"It scared the children, Erza." Mirajane's voice was gentle, but firm. "Look, I'm not saying you can't do it. I'm saying you could use a… guide. Someone to help you translate that intensity into something a stage audience can connect with."
"A guide." Erza crossed her arms. "Who?"
"Luke Arien." Mirajane nodded toward a quieter corner of the guild hall. A young man with spiky black hair, swept to one side, was leaning over a book, a focused smile on his face. He wore a simple black t-shirt with a red trim, tucked into loose grey pants. "He's taken several of these 'performance' jobs. The clients always leave glowing reviews about his coaching and preparation. He's the best performer Fairy Tail has."
Erza followed her gaze. She'd seen him around, of course. Exchanged pleasantries once or thrice. He was quiet and unassuming. Not someone who drew the eye like Natsu or Gray. But there was a calmness about him.
"You think he would agree to assist me?"
"I think if the Queen of the Fairies asked him for help, he'd be honored," Mirajane said, her eyes twinkling. "Consider it a preparatory mission. Master the role with him first, then conquer the stage."
The logic was sound. Erza gave a single, sharp nod. "Very well."
Erza wasn't going to waste time or dilly-dally. She approached his table. Luke didn't look up until her shadow fell across his page. His hazel eyes lifted, blinked in surprise, then warmed with recognition. He stood up quickly, the chair scraping back.
"Erza! Wow, hi. Can I… help you?"
"You are Luke Arien."
"That's me." He ran a hand through his spiky hair, his smile easy. "Is something wrong?"
"No. I require your expertise." Erza was playful with Erza, Natsu, and Lucy. But an ordinary member of Fairy Tail? She was disciplined and strict. She placed the flyer on the table. "I have accepted this job. Mirajane informs me you have relevant experience in theatrical performance."
Luke gently picked up and looked over the flyer, then back at her. "The Star-Crossed Knight? That's… a big role. And you want my help? With acting?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No! Not at all. I'm just… surprised you'd ask me." Luke shook his head, a laugh escaping him. "I'm honored, really. I've seen you fight. You're amazing. I mean, I doubt you remember it but you once saved me."
Yeah, she didn't remember. "You are Fairy Tail. It was my honour."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can do it. Fighting and acting are pretty similar I think. Translating that to a stage is just about channeling things differently."
Erza felt a flicker of relief. He wasn't mocking her. He was treating her like a real actress! "Heh, you're quite observant."
"Haha, I do my best. Everyone can act. It's just about understanding the mechanics of belief. Making the audience believe you believe what's happening." He tapped the flyer. "When's the first rehearsal?"
"In three days."
"Okay. Okay, a small time frame but we can work with that." Luke leaned on the table, his focus entirely on her now. Erza was starting to see he was quite lean. Not muscled like Natsu or even Gray was, but something more…slender and attractive. "Here's what we'll do. Come over to my place tonight. Bring a book—something you know well, something you like. We'll run a scene from it. It'll be easier to work with material you're already connected to."
"A book I know well," Erza repeated, already mentally scanning her library. Which…wasn't much. At home, she only had four or five books and all of them Lucy picked for her. She liked to read, but just struggled with it. "A favourite…" she repeated.
"Yeah. Anything. Say, eight o'clock?" He scribbled an address on a napkin and slid it to her. "It's the apartment above the herbalist in Magnolia's east quarter."
"I will be there." Erza took the napkin, her posture rigid with determination. "I think I have a book in mind. And thank you for this, Luke. I'm in your debt."
His smile softened. She really wasn't, he wanted to say.
***
MAGNOLIA'S EAST QUARTER - 8:00 P.M
Erza had arrived outside the described building with a large, leather-bound book tucked under her arm. She had changed from her armor into something more casual, a deep red, off-the-shoulder sweater that clung to her curves, and a pair of form-fitting black leggings. Her crimson hair was down too.
This was what it meant to act, after all. To be in-tune with one's self. That was what she read in a book anyway.
She walked up to the second floor. Erza took a steadying breath and knocked.
The door opened almost immediately. Luke was in a black dress shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His eyes did a quick, polite sweep of her, a faint flush rising on his neck as he took in her choice of attire.
"Erza. Right on time. Come in."
His apartment was compact and orderly. One main room served as a living area, kitchenette, and study. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes on history, magic theory, and surprisingly, several on dramaturgy and stagecraft. A small, neat desk held a few peculiar devices: crystalline orbs and flat, silvery plates.
"Well, this is home." Luke gestured to a comfortable-looking sofa. "Please, sit. Can I get you some tea?"
"That would be acceptable."
As he moved to the kitchenette, Erza placed the large book on the low table in front of the sofa. Luke returned with two steaming mugs, his gaze falling on the ornate cover. He froze for a second.
"Is that… The Lusty Argonian Bard?" he asked in a strangled tone.
"Volume seven," Erza confirmed, taking a mug from him. "It is a masterpiece of romantic intrigue. The prose is exceptionally vivid."
Partially because she wasn't a great reader and it was simple and to the point. But, uh, she didn't need to tell Luke that.
Luke slowly set his mug down, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's, uh. It's certainly vivid. You… know this one well? I read it so, uh…"
"Ah. Actually, I haven't finished to the end yet," Erza admitted, a rare sheepishness in her tone. "But the chapters I have read, they captivated me. The emotions felt very real." She looked at him, her brow slightly furrowed. "Is this not a suitable text?"
"No! It's… it's perfect." He let out a breathy laugh, sitting in an armchair opposite her. "It's just got some… intense scenes. But if it connects with you, that's what matters. You brought the energy. That's the important part."
"Thank you." Erza smiled. He understood after all. "Now, how do we begin?"
He reached for one of the silvery plates on his desk. "This is where my magic comes in. Archive Magic. I can convert written information into data and project it." His fingers moved over the plate, and a soft, blue light glowed to life. A hard-light keyboard and a flat, rectangular screen shimmered into existence in the air between them. "It'll be easier than us holding the book and flipping pages. We can watch a scene play out, then try it ourselves."
"Archive Magic. Like Hibiki of Blue Pegasus." Erza watched, fascinated, as he took her book and placed it on a specific spot on his desk. A scanner-like beam of light passed over it. On the floating screen, text began to stream.
"Let's find a pivotal scene," Luke muttered, typing commands. "Something with good dialogue and… clear character motivation." His typing slowed. "Okay. Chapter fourteen. 'The Garden of Midnight Roses'. This is a… key romantic moment."
The text on the screen resolved into a moving, holographic image. Two stylized figures—a knight and a lady—appeared in a shimmering garden. The scene began to play, the dialogue appearing as subtitles.
Lady Seraphine: You cannot ask this of me, Sir Galen. My duty is to the crown, as yours is to your blade.
Sir Galen: My blade is dull without your smile to sharpen it. My duty is a hollow shell if its purpose is not to return to you.
Erza had practically teleported beside him. She was utterly engrossed. "Oh wow…the delivery is…"
"A bit dull, yeah. Archive Magic isn't perfect."
"O-oh, yes." Erza cleared her throat. "The knight's posture is too, ah, slack. He is a warrior. His longing should be a tension, not a slump."
Luke glanced at her, a real smile forming. "See? You're already analyzing characters. That's half of acting." The holographic scene continued, the two figures moving closer. The dialogue grew more intimate and more charged. Then the knight reached for the lady, his hand cupping her face. They leaned in…
The holographic figures kissed. It was not a chaste kiss. It was deep, hungry, full of pent-up passion. The lady's hands tangled in the knight's hair.
Erza's mug halted halfway to her lips. She stared.
The scene progressed, the kiss deepening, hands beginning to wander over fabric, the lady's gown seeming to loosen…
Luke quickly typed a command, and the hologram froze. The room was very quiet.
"So," Luke said, his voice slightly higher than usual. "That's the scene. Lots of… stuff."
"Y-yes," Erza said, her tone carefully neutral. She took a sip of tea. It was scalding. She didn't flinch.
"We don't have to do… all of it," Luke said hurriedly. "We can focus on the dialogue leading up to it. The emotional build. That's the crucial part."
"The script indicates physical action," Erza stated, as if reviewing a battle plan. "The embrace. The… kiss. The subsequent… fall onto the garden bower." She pointed at a line of text. "It says here, 'He pulls her to him with a desperate strength, and they tumble down amidst the roses.' How does one 'tumble' convincingly?"
Luke took a deep breath, the professional in him overriding his embarrassment. "Okay. Let's break it down. We'll start with the lead-in. You read Seraphine. I'll be Galen. We'll just speak the lines, get a feel for them."
They stood and faced each other in the center of his living room. The frozen, kissing hologram cast a soft blue light over them.
'Ignore it,' Erza told herself. Ignore it and focus on acting. She cleared her throat.
"I'm ready. You?"
"An actor is always ready to snap into action."
Action!
Erza lifted her chin, becoming the noble lady. "You cannot ask this of me, Sir Galen." Her voice was loud, clear, and projected to the back of a nonexistent auditorium.
"P-pause." Luke winced. "Okay, good volume! But… she's not addressing the guild hall. She's inches from him. It's a secret meeting. Try it softer. More intimate. Like you're sharing a secret."
Erza blinked. "A secret." She tried again, lowering her volume. "You cannot ask this of me." It was still stiff, but better.
"Good! Now, think about what she's not saying. She wants him to ask. She's hoping he will. Let that hope color your voice."
Luke was a bit strict and she ended up listening too. "R-right. I mean, right!"
They went back and forth. Line by line. Luke was endlessly patient, giving small, precise directions. "Turn that statement into a question with your tone."
"When you say 'my duty', touch the locket at your throat—the one he gave you. It's a physical anchor for the emotion."
To her astonishment, it began to work. The words started to feel less like recited lines and more like… thoughts. Her own thoughts.
They reached the precipice of the physical action.
Luke/Galen: My duty is a hollow shell if its purpose is not to return to you.
That was what the hologram of his Archive Magic was displaying. As a result, as the script demanded, Luke approached. He was near enough now that Erza could see the different shades of hazel in his eyes.
"My duty is a hollow shell if its purpose is not to return to you."
Erza/Seraphine: Then let your shell be my fortress.
"Then let your shell be my fortress." Erza was whispering. It surprised her.
"Then, my lady," Luke said, his voice also lower, staying in character. "May I?"
Erza gave a single, tight nod.
His hand came up, slowly, and his fingers brushed her cheek, just beside her jaw. His touch was startlingly gentle. A shiver, unbidden and entirely unscripted, traced its way down Erza's spine.
"Your move is to lean into it," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. He was breaking character to be a teacher. "Then… the tumble. That's the tricky bit. We need to make it look real, not staged. It's about controlled momentum."
He broke character completely, dropping his hand. The spell snapped. "Here, let me show you the mechanics." He moved the coffee table aside with his foot. "If I'm pulling you, and we're going down, you need to let your legs go out from under you with the motion, not resist it. And you need to protect your head, and your partner."
Luke stood behind her, his hands hovering near her shoulders. "May I?"
"Y-yes, of course."
Why was she stammering? This was so embarrassing…!
His hands settled on her shoulders. "I'm going to guide you back and down. Go loose. Trust me to catch your weight."
He applied gentle pressure. Erza, a warrior through and through, instinctively braced, her core solid as oak.
"Erza," he laughed softly, his breath stirring her hair. "You have to fall. You're not bracing for a blow. You're yielding to gravity… and to him."
Yielding. The word was foreign in Titania's vocabulary. 'Looks like I have to make un-foreign.' Erza forced herself to relax, muscle by muscle. As she did, his guidance became more apparent. He wasn't just pushing her; he was steering her descent.
They ended up on the floor, him half-propped on his elbow, her mostly on her side beside him. It was clumsy, but safe.
"See? Like that. Now, in the scene, you'd be more on top of me, because he's pulling you over him. Let's try that."
They got up. This time, he lay on his back on the rug. "Okay. I'll say the line, pull you down. You turn your body as you come down, so you land… here." He gestured to his chest and abdomen. "Knee here, hand here for support."
Erza knelt beside him, her heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with physical exertion. "Understood."
He looked up at her, his spiky hair splayed on the rug. He was just… Luke. Kind, patient, ordinary Luke. But in the low light, his hazel eyes looked darker and hotter.
He reached up, his hand finding hers. His fingers laced with hers. A simple, scripted gesture. Her breath caught.
Luke/Galen: Then let your shell be my fortress.
He repeated her line, his voice rough with an emotion that didn't feel practiced.
He pulled.
Erza let herself fall, turning her body as instructed. Her knee came down on the rug beside his hip, her free hand planted near his shoulder. But the momentum was a fraction too much, or her turn a fraction too little. Instead of landing neatly alongside him, she came down on him, her full weight settling against his chest and torso.
"Oof!"
So she fell on him, well and truly. Her bare shoulder close to his eyes. Her boobs pressed to his chest.
Oh my god. They were frozen.
The hologram of the kissing couple still glowed silently beside them.
Every point of contact felt superheated. Her chest was pressed flush against his. The soft wool of her sweater crushed between them, doing nothing to mute the feel of his firm chest beneath, or the overwhelming, soft fullness of her own breasts against him. Her thigh was wedged between his legs. His hand was still locked with hers, pinned beside his head.
His hazel eyes were wide, looking up into hers from mere inches away. She could see his clean shave. His body was warm, so much warmer than she'd expected. And solid. He'd caught her weight effortlessly.
A scent—soap, old paper, and something uniquely him—filled her senses.
The script was gone. The lesson was gone. There was only the shocking, intimate reality of their bodies aligned. A heat, low and unfamiliar, pooled in her stomach. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitive. The place where their bodies met felt electric.
Erza Scarlet didn't move. Luke Arien didn't breathe.
Her lips were parted. She could feel his heart hammering against her own in a frantic, syncopated rhythm.
This…this didn't feel like practice anymore.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, charged with her boobs pressed down. Gravity was heavenly. Everything was heavenly. Luke felt he was the luckiest bastard in the whole wide world and Erza…she was swirling. She could feel every ridge of his abdominal muscles through their clothes.
Her discipline, that iron wall she lived behind, cracked.
It was just a sliver. A hairline fracture. But through it poured a wave of something hot and urgent, a curiosity that overrode every ounce of her warrior's control. Her gaze dropped from his wide hazel eyes to his lips, parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath.
It was lust, Erza realized. She wanted to do what the love interests did and more. That was what it was. Lust.
It was hesitant. Exploratory. Erza tilted her head, just a fraction, and closed the last inch between them.
Her lips touched his.
His lips were softer than she'd imagined, warm, and they froze under hers for a heartbeat before they moved, responding with a gentle pressure that made her head spin. It wasn't the scripted, hungry kiss from the hologram. This was slow, tentative, a question asked in the dark.
A low sound escaped Luke, a muffled groan against her mouth. His free hand—the one not trapped beneath them—came up and settled on her hip. Then it slid down, over the curve of her leggings, and gripped her full, round left ass cheek.
Erza gasped into the kiss. He was groping her for real…! No man had ever handled her…!
His fingers splayed possessively over the bootycheek. He squeezed, not roughly, but with a firmness that made Erza arch into him. The fabric of her leggings was thin, and she could feel his palm, the slight roughness of his skin, as he kneaded the generous flesh. Her ass cheek felt heavy and pliant in his grip, a ripe, yielding fullness that sent sparks of pleasure radiating up into her cunt.
'My pussy…it's throbbing!'
Erza was wet and excited. She broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to suck in a sharp breath. Their foreheads rested together. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide.
"S-sorry," Luke stammered. "The… the script. For the fall. Galen would… he'd grab her there. To steady her. To pull her closer."
Erza blinked, the world swimming back into a semblance of order. The script. The acting. Right.
"O-of course," Erza managed, her own voice sounding strange and breathy. She pushed herself up, rolling off him to sit on the rug, putting a few precious inches between them. Her face felt like it was on fire. "The… the mechanics. Yes. That felt… realistic."
Luke sat up slowly, running a hand through his spiky hair, making it even more disheveled. "Yeah. Realistic." He cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes as he gestured to the holographic screen, which still displayed the frozen, passionate embrace. "Should we… try another scene? Something with less… falling?"
"Yes!" Erza said, too quickly. She scrambled to her feet, brushing non-existent lint from her leggings. The ghost of his hand on her ass burned. She needed to regain control. To be the one directing this. An idea, reckless and born of pure, flustered impulse, popped into her head. "There is a scene! Later. In chapter… sixteen, I believe. Where Seraphine finds Galen fresh from his bath. He is wearing only a towel. It is a comedic moment. It would be good practice for… for comedic timing!"
Luke looked up at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Then a slow, easy smile spread across his face. "The towel scene. Yeah, I remember that one. It's… playful."
"Precisely!" Erza nodded, her arms crossing over her chest. Then she uncrossed them, not knowing what to do with her hands. "To be… authentic… we should… you should…" She gestured vaguely at him. "The towel. You should wear one. For the… blocking."
He stared at her. Then he laughed, a soft, genuine sound that eased some of the tension in the room. "You want me to actually be in a towel?"
"I-is that not the dedication of a true actor?" Erza challenged, her voice rising an octave. "To fully inhabit the role?"
His smile turned wry. "Okay, Titania. When you put it like that." He pushed himself to his feet. "Give me two minutes. The bathroom's through there." He pointed to a door. "You… familiarize yourself with the lines. It's a short bit before the tussle."
He disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Erza stood alone in the living room, her heart pounding against her ribs. 'What am I doing?' This was madness. This was… not like her. She was Erza Scarlet, an S-Class Mage of Fairy Tail, not some giggling girl daring a boy to get half-naked. She pressed her cool palms to her hot cheeks. But the memory of his hand on her, the feel of his lips… the heat in her womb refused to cool.
Plus, calling her Titania like that…it was pretty hot…
She heard the bathroom door open.
Luke stepped out.
He was wearing a plain white towel, wrapped snugly around his hips. Nothing else. His torso was lean but defined, the muscles of his chest and abdomen clear without being bulky. She watched as small drops of liquid, possibly water if his slightly wet hair and face were anything to go by, trailed from his chest down past his navel, disappearing beneath the towel's edge. His shoulders were broader than she'd realized, his arms toned. He looked… good. Really good.
Her eyes, against her will, dipped lower. The towel was knotted at his hip. There was a… a bulge there. A noticeable one, straining against the terrycloth. She snapped her gaze back up to his face, her own flushing a deeper crimson.
He scratched the back of his head, looking more amused than embarrassed. "Alright. I feel sufficiently… Galen-ish. Are you ready?"
"Y-yes!" Erza darted to the book and turned the pages. It was still on the desk, all she had to do was turn the pages. Pulling up the correct chapter, his Archive Magic adapted and the scene appeared: Seraphine, flustered, bursting into the room. Galen, dripping wet and scrambling for a towel. Erza turned, somehow embarrassed by what she was doing and wanting.
"I'll be Seraphine. You're… you're there."
They began.
"Y-you cannot just parade around the manor in a state of undress!" Erza declared, trying to sound haughty. As Seraphine, she tried to scold him for his recklessness and was pretty good at it. Partially because she was being authentic, her cheeks almost as red as her hair.
Luke, as Galen, played the flustered, charming rogue, holding the towel tight. The dialogue was light, silly. Erza found herself falling into it, the absurdity cutting through her nerves.
"It's my chambers, my lady!" he shot back, a grin playing on his lips. "And you're the one who barged in!"
The script called for Seraphine to make a grab for the towel, a playful attempt to embarrass him further. "Forfeit your modesty, you scoundrel!"
Erza lunged, half-heartedly. He danced back, fake laughter that became real laughter. This was genuinely fun. It was a light, chasing step around his small living room. On the second feint, her fingers actually brushed the knot at his hip.
It came loose.
The towel didn't just fall. It slid down his legs in a soft heap, pooling around his ankles.
Luke froze. Erza froze.
Uh-oh. He was completely exposed. Erza's poor perverted brain short-circuited.
His cock, his penis, his thing, his pipe, his…his…his manhood was huge. Even soft, the hefty thing was a thick, heavy length of flesh hanging between his legs. 'Ten inches, at least,' her mind supplied, numb. It was like two cans stacked together in girth. And below, his testicles were equally impressive in size, heavy and full, resting beneath lengthy flesh and on his thighs.
Erza had seen a naked man before. The hot springs with the team were semi-regular. She'd seen Natsu's and hadn't been fazed. She'd seen Gray countless times and wasn't moved. They had been… normal. This was not normal. This was a monster. Flaccid. FLACCID.
"Oh, shit." Luke's casual demeanor finally shattered. He moved quickly, bending to snatch the towel and retie it around his waist, his own face flushed. "Sorry. Sorry, that… the knot was loose. Let's… let's start that bit again."
He was back in position, towel secure, as if nothing had happened.
But everything had happened. Erza couldn't unsee it. The image was burned onto the back of her eyelids. That manly cock. The superiority of it. A strange, hot pulse throbbed between her own legs.
"Y-y-y-yes…"
They resumed the scene or at least tried too. Her lines were robotic. All she could think about was what was hidden under the towel. The script called for the playful tussle to turn into a stumble, landing them both on the couch.
"And then," Luke said, his voice back to its coaching tone, though a little strained, "I trip over the footstool. You get pulled down with me. We end up on the couch, me on top. It's the setup for the next… uh… comedic beat."
Right. The next scene. She was here to improve on her acting. Erza gulped and nodded. They moved through the motions. Both of them were red and subtly trembling. Luke pretended to trip, his arm hooking around her waist. He pulled her down with him onto the small sofa. He landed on his back, she landed mostly on top of him, just as they'd practiced on the floor. His body was warm and solid beneath her, the towel the only barrier.
It was professional and perfect a-and…oh god, they were face to face. His hazel eyes were close, searching hers. The air crackled.
The towel, loosely retied, chose that moment to give up entirely. It slipped from his hips, down the side of the couch, and onto the floor.
There was no fabric left.
His cock lay against his thigh, still mostly soft, but even soft it was a staggering sight. It was right there. Inches from her. That thick, veined length, the broad, blunted tip, the heavy sac beneath.
Erza's breath left her in a rush and melted the last of her restraint. Her mind went blank, filled only with a single, screaming need.
'This cock. I need it. I need to touch it.'
Titania was no coward. Like a warrior, Erza grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him.
This kiss was nothing like the first. It was hungry, desperate, all teeth and clashing tongues. She poured every bit of her shock, her awe, her sudden, clawing desire into it. Luke made a startled sound, then his arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him as he kissed her back just as fiercely.
One of his hands slid down her back, over her ass again, gripping and kneading through the leggings. The other tangled in her long crimson hair. She ground her hips against him, and the feeling of his soft, massive cock against her lower stomach through their clothes sent a violent shiver through her.
It was unfurling. His cock was twitching and growing. A blossom like a flower retching for the sun.
Erza broke the kiss, panting. "The… the book," she gasped, her eyes wild. "Seraphine… she… after the tussle…"
Luke stared up at her, his chest heaving. "Erza…"
"It's in the scene!" Erza insisted. Her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, her fingers trembling as they brushed through the base of his dick. She wrapped her hand around this monster.
It twitched. It was warm. He was warm. So warm. And thick. Her fingers didn't even come close to meeting around his girth. She gave an experimental stroke, from root to tip, feeling him twitch and swell violently in her grasp. In seconds, he was hardening, the flesh becoming iron-hard, pulsing with heat. He grew and grew, until he was fully erect.
"W-wow…t-this is…a real sword…"
Erza Scarlet gulped. How could she not? Some daggers wouldn't be able to rival this monster dick. Thirteen inches of thick, veiny, impossible cock stood straight up from his body, the broad, purple-tinged head glistening already. His balls, those huge orbs, drew up tight beneath.
Erza pushed herself up, straddling his hips, and stared down at it. On impulse, she leaned forward, bringing her head down next to it. The tip reached past her ear. It was longer than her head from chin to crown, and far thicker. A helpless, shaky gulp worked its way down her throat.
"You, uh…"
'Sobigsobigsobig—! Natsu in the hot spring can't compare!'
But she had to seem strong. She was and would be strong. Yes, that was Titania. That was Erza Scarlet.
"The female protagonist," Erza said, her tone oddly formal, as if reciting a mission report. "In the book. She… she uses no hands. It says so. In chapter… seventeen." She hadn't read it. She had no idea. But it felt like the right thing to say. The only thing that made this madness permissible.
Luke blinked, dazed. "W-what?"
"No hands," she repeated firmly. She tucked a loose strand of her crimson hair behind her ear, a nervous, oddly delicate gesture. Before she could think, before she could lose her nerve, she bent down.
Erza didn't use her hands. She let them rest on his smooth, toned stomach as she lowered her mouth onto the colossal head.
It was too big. She could barely get her lips around it. She stretched her mouth wide, her jaw aching immediately, and took as much as she could. The pre-cum taste was musky, salty, uniquely male. She swirled her tongue around the broad crown, feeling the slit, and then began to bob her head, taking a few more inches with each descent.
Luke cried out, his hips jerking off the couch. "Erza! Gods…"
The redhead focused on the rhythm, on the feeling of him filling her mouth, stretching her lips. She used her tongue lavishly, pressing and flicking against the sensitive underside. Drool slicked her chin as she worked, the wet, sucking sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room. She could feel him throbbing, feel the tension coiling in his body. One of his hands came to rest gently on her head, not forcing, just touching.
Here was the thing: Luke was new at this too. And this babe with her off-the-shoulder sweater sucking on his dick like it was a lollipop…! Nggh, it was too good! From the very start, he noticed she didn't wear a bra. He could see the shape of her tits in full.
Erza…Erza…
"I'm… I'm gonna…"
She was magnificent in so many ways. She casually redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, gagging slightly but pushing through. The sensation of him hitting the back of her throat was overwhelming.
Did she take even half of his dick though? No. Almost. Six inches of his cock she got in her throat but no more.
But it was enough to make Luke cum.
Hot, thick pulses of cum shot into her mouth, so much, so fast the great Erza Scarlet couldn't swallow it all. It filled her mouth, spilling over her lips, dripping down her chin and onto his stomach. It just kept coming. She swallowed convulsively, but more followed from those huge, tight balls. When he finally finished, Erza pulled off with a loud, "Gah!"
Erza was a creamy mess, panting, cum dripping from her chin. She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, stunned by the sheer volume.
And then she looked down.
Luke was still hard. Fully, completely, monumentally erect. The cock that had just emptied itself looked untouched, jutting up from his body as if demanding more.
"I… I'm sorry," Luke stammered, looking genuinely apologetic. "It… it does that. It doesn't… go down. Not for a while."
Erza just stared. Then a laugh bubbled out of her, a shaky, incredulous sound. Her libido, spiked to an unbearable peak by the blowjob, roared back to life. This cock… this incredible, impossible cock… it was still here. And it was hers to use.
Without a word, she stood. She reached for the hem of her deep red sweater and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, pale and tipped with rosy, hard peaks.
"Y-you really didn't…"
Yep, Luke was correct. No bra.
Smirking a little, liking his reaction, Erza hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and her underwear, pushing them down her legs in a single motion, stepping out of the pooled fabric.
The slit of her cunt was right above him, wet enough for her pussyjuice to fall on the tip of his cock.
This woman acting like a slut was no slut. This was Erza Scarlet. Busty, with a narrow waist that flared into generous hips and powerful, toned thighs. A small thatch of crimson hair, a shade darker than the hair on her head, nestled between her legs. Her skin was flawless. She did not know defeat, which only made her more real, more breathtaking.
This really was her. This was the woman no man could tame, date, or defeat in battle.
Erza fucking Scarlet.
And she was licking her lips looking at his cock.
Luke's eyes drank her in. "Erza…"
"The scene continues." The husky Erza squatted down onto the couch, straddling him again. Her pussylips intentionally rubbed on his cockhead and down the front of his shaft. Her tits or her pussy, pick which poison to ogle.
Luke gulped. His cock throbbed in anticipation.
This redhead was wet, so wet she could feel her own slickness coating him. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around the base of his monstrous cock. It was hot as a brand.
She picked her booty up and aimed the broad, slick head at her entrance. She was nervous—terrified, really—but she refused to show it. She bit her lip, and sank down.
It was a stretch like Erza had never known. A burning, delicious fullness that stole the air from her lungs. He was so wide, so long, she had to go slowly, an inch at a time, her hole protesting then yielding, stretching to accommodate him. A quiet, strained gasp escaped her as she took him halfway, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the invading girth.
"O-oh… gods…" Erza whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. Hearing her whimper, pride swelled in Luke, only for her to get stamped out by her tight walls.
"F-fuck…! S-so tight…! It's, it's…"
"You like it?" Erza smirked weakly. "G-g-good…!"
She sank lower, feeling him press deeper, touching places inside her that had never been touched. When she finally sat fully in his lap, his entire length buried inside her, she felt impaled, speared, completely filled. She was panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"Haaah…!"
Tentative, shallow bobs of her hips. The friction was incredible. Every nerve ending in her walls was alive, screaming with pleasure. The stretch was relentless, the drag of his thick shaft against her walls sending sparks flying behind her eyes. Her quiet gasps turned into soft moans, then into louder, broken cries.
"L-Luke… it's… ah! Ah!"
The coil in her womb tightened with shocking speed. The sensation of being so utterly full, so dominated by his monster cock, was pushing her over an edge she didn't know existed. Her movements became more frantic, less controlled. She rode him harder, her breasts bouncing with each descent, her cries echoing in the small room.
"Ngggh! I-I think I'm—!"
She whimpered again. Erza felt pathetic and yet she didn't want to stop. For once…for once, she didn't mind appearing weak.
"I'm… I'm going to…!"
Her voice was a shriek and the orgasm caused her to arch. Her head threw back and her inner walls clamped down on his cock. It felt like being reborn, every cell in her body alight with pure, white-hot pleasure. Erza shuddered through it, collapsing forward onto his chest, trembling uncontrollably.
She lay there for a moment, dazed, feeling him still rock-hard inside her. He hadn't moved. He'd just let her ride him to her climax.
She didn't realize how quickly she had climaxed or…
'He…he hasn't cum yet…'
She pushed herself up on shaky arms, looking down at him through a haze of pleasure. "Why… why aren't you…?" she panted.
Luke looked up at her, his expression kind, almost concerned. "You seemed like you were enjoying yourself. I didn't want to interrupt." He cocked his head. "Was that not good enough?"
Before she could answer, his hands settled on her ass cheeks again. This time, both of them. He gripped the full, muscular globes, his fingers digging in. And then he lifted her up, just an inch, and then slammed her back down onto his cock with a force that drove the air from her lungs.
"Gyah!" Erza cried out. "L-Luke!?"
Another.
"Luke!! W-w-wait! My pussy! Your cock! It's too amazing! I-I feel like my world is going—"
White. It did. She orgasmed. She whimpered.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Erza got the feeling her world was being rocked.
Luke casually did it again. And again. He fucked up into her as he pulled her down onto him. The casual, effortless dominance of it destroyed her. This wasn't a frenzied mating. This was him, using her, fucking her with calm, devastating thrusts that left her utterly helpless.
"C-cumming! H-hold on! I-I still have to—anmghghghh—! This cock! IT'S GOING SOOOO DEEEP~!!"
Erza Scarlet was not an easy woman. She had never thought of herself as easy either. She didn't spread her legs. Oh sure, she liked dressing up scantily but that was different. It was an expression. This….
"Unh! Oh! Luke! Luke! I-I can't get enough of this coccckkk~!! You're driving me crazy! You're just—you're just so incredible! You! Your cock! It's too incrediiiible!!"
This was different.
Her world narrowed to the slam of his hips, the slap of skin, and the cock splitting her open. Her moans became long, drawn-out wails. Her breasts jiggled with each powerful thrust from this ordinary man. From this man that could never possibly match her in a contest of strength. She came again, a second, sharper orgasm ripping through her, then a third, blurring into one another. She was just a vessel for pleasure, her pussy being ruined by a cock that felt like it belonged to a god.
"Is this good enough?"
"Y-yes! Yes! Luke, please!" Erza was gasping and almost sobbing, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He pistoned into her. She felt him swell even larger inside her, the telltale pulse. "I'm going to fill you up," he grunted, his calm finally cracking. "Nnggh!"
"W-wait, now?"
"Now!"
His hands got a handful of her bootycheeks and had her go down. Erza let out a sound that was unrecognizable and her head swung upward with wide eyes. His balls smacked and his cock ventured deep, like each a different kind of hammer to her very understanding of sex. Masturbation was NOTHING like this. She felt the hot rush inside her, another huge load pumping into her already-stuffed depths. It was too much. It overflowed, a mixture of their fluids leaking out around where they were joined.
"C-cumsshiing! Y-your cream!!" Eyes rolled back, Erza had to suck up her drool to not seem like she was fucked stupid. "Haaahhh!!"
He held her there, impaled, as he finished. Then Luke smiled and stilled.
Erza fell like a boneless, trembling wreck. Her pussy was full of him, dripping with him, while the rest of her was twitching in aftershocks.
And she could still feel him, hard as iron, buried deep inside her.
"Mm…that was a good rehearsal, right Erza?"
Huh?
'H-he's…still hard…a-and I'm…'
Oh my god. Oh my fuck. Luke wasn't done. He was still ready. He could keep going, and going, and she realized with a jolt of awe and terror that this ordinary, kind, smiling young man was going to completely ruin her without even trying.
While she…she felt slow. Mentally and physically slow.
Erza could only manage a weak sound of agreement, still recovering from the last cataclysm he'd wrung from her. The idea was ridiculous. Unthinkable. He'd just come a river into her, and he wasn't even close to finishing. A tremor ran through her exhausted frame.
"Y-you're n-not bad," she mumbled against his chest. She was trying to play herself up.
"You too, haha." His hands moved to her hips, gripping firmly. "We've only run through two scenes. A real play has… acts."
He lifted her off him with an easy strength that made her gasp. The sudden emptiness was a shock, his cum and her own slickness spilling out onto the couch and his thighs. He stood up independently of her, that breathtaking pillar of flesh jutting out. The thirteen inch dong was undiminished.
He waited. "Erza?"
He expected her to stand up right with him. He expected more. Gasping on the couch, cum oozing out, she stammered, "Y-yes? D-don't worry, I'm getting up."
"Right." He offered her a hand, that same casual, kind smile on his face. "C'mon. The floor's better for this next bit."
She didn't need his help. The Queen of Fairies needed no man's help. But…
Fuck, her pussy throbbed and her eyes flicked to that monster cock. It was nearly touching her lips. It was that fucking LONG.
Dazed and hypnotized by his dick, Erza took his hand. He led her to the center of the living room rug. The neighborhood outside was quiet.
"Turn around, on your hands and knees."
Not for long.
Erza's warrior's pride flickered, a faint ember. She could refuse. She could put her clothes on and leave. But the ember was doused by a flood of wet heat between her legs. The memory of his utter command, of being so completely used, was more intoxicating than any victory. She obeyed, lowering herself onto all fours, presenting her full, round ass to him. Her crimson hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing the rug.
Erza heard him kneel behind her. A moment later, the slick head of his cock nudged at her already creampied entrance. He didn't push in. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in their mixed fluids, teasing her swollen clit with each pass. Erza bit her lip, a low whine escaping her.
"Y-you are such a tease. P-please, just…please."
"Since you whimpered so nicely."
He drove into her in one smooth, deep stroke.
"Hnnng!" Her back arched and her arms buckled. He filled her in a different way this time, a deep, penetrating angle that touched something even deeper inside. He didn't wait for her to adjust.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her world went black, white, then back to normal.
Then she realized she was cumming.
Then she started to hear the wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass filled the apartment.
Then she realized she was moaning.
Erza Scarlet realized in stages that this ordinary young man was far, far greater than she first seemed.
"CUMMING, CUMMING—!" She had to slap a hand over her mouth. Stop! Stop being pathetic! B-but…!
"CMSHSKKKIIING~!!"
Blocked mouth or not, the impact was the same to her womb and her breasts swung beneath her, her nipples going closer and closer to the rug. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
'N-need to keep my arms still!'
This was like a battle. She could feel his balls, those heavy weights, slapping against her clit with each powerful drive. She could feel his cock deeper than her fingers ever could be.
He…she…
Erza had no counter. No advantage. If this WAS a battle, then Luke was winning on all fronts. Her pussy wasn't tight enough to stop him, not when he could deliver backshots so easily.
"You sound so good," Luke said, his voice calm, almost conversational, belying the brutal pace he set. "By the way, you don't have to cover your mouth."
On his own, smiling, he reached forward to grab her wrist and remove it from her mouth.
Her eyes rolled back. She couldn't complain. She couldn't do anything. Guttural moans, high-pitched cries, wordless pleas poured out of her with each pounding impact.
"Ah! Ah! Gods! Luke! Right there! I'M CUMMIIIING~!!"
"Haha, I'm glad! You love these backshots?" He punctuated the question with a particularly hard slam, making her cry out. His hands gripped the meat of her ass cheeks, spreading them, holding her open for his use. The dominance was casual, effortless. He was just a guy fucking a woman, and he happened to be fucking Erza Scarlet, and she so happened to be coming apart.
Orgasm after orgasm destroyed her mind. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his invading girth, milking him as she shook. He didn't stop. He didn't even slow. He just kept pounding, fucking her straight through the convulsions, extending the pleasure into a drawn-out, overwhelming torment of bliss.
"LUKKKEE!! I'VE NEVER HAD MET A MAN LIKE YOU! THIS COCK! THIS COCCCKKK!! YOU'RE MAKING ME SOUND LIKE A WHORE! A NAUGHTY WHOOOREE~!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The bed in the next room over—if he had one—would be creaking, but here on the floor, the only sounds were the slap of skin, their ragged breaths, and her voice, rising in a crescendo that surely the whole street could hear. She really DID sound like a whore. His whore. The great Titania, reduced to a sobbing, begging mess by an ordinary man with an extraordinary cock.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth near her ear. "Well, I'm honoured. You're taking it so well. My good girl."
The praise, so simple, so genuine, unlocked something else inside her. A final, shattering orgasm ripped through her, so intense her vision whited out. She collapsed forward, her chest hitting the rug, her ass still raised for him. He followed her down, his weight pinning her, his cock still pistoning into her yielding, oversensitized flesh.
With a low grunt, he came again. Erza felt the hot, familiar rush deep inside her, another massive load adding to the mess. He stayed buried in her, pulsing, for a long moment.
Then he pulled out.
Erza lay spent, a puddle of sensation. She heard him move, then felt his hands on her again. He turned her over onto her back. His face was flushed, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, but he was still smiling, still hard.
Holy fuck. So damn hard. Her eyes widened when she saw his massive dick reach past her navel. 'Fuckfuck, it's so big—!'
He looked down at her, her breasts heaving and not able to be stoic or confident. He liked seeing this side of Erza.
"You're amazing," he said, and he sounded like he meant it.
He positioned himself between her legs, hooking his arms under her knees. He lifted her legs, folding her almost in half, pressing her knees toward her shoulders. Her back lifted off the floor, her entire weight supported by his arms and her shoulders. Her pussy was utterly exposed, gaping slightly, dripping their cum.
"I always wanted to try this position," he said.
He pushed in.
This angle was an invasion incarnate. He went deeper than ever before, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. She was completely vulnerable, completely open, completely at his mercy. Her powerful legs were helpless in his grip. Her toned abdomen was taut, quivering under the assault. This was the mating press. Primal. Total domination. The world assumed she couldn't be dominated. At this moment, she had never been more thoroughly conquered.
And it was liberating.
"DEEPER~!!"
Every ounce of responsibility, every shred of disciplined control she carried, melted away under the sheer, physical truth of this. There was no decision, no strategy, only sensation. Only the breathtaking fullness, the deep, grinding friction, the look of focused calm on his face as he worked her body.
"You're perfect," he breathed, pounding into her folded form. "So fucking perfect, Erza."
Tears of release welled in her eyes. Erza wasn't the Queen of the Fairies here. She was just a woman, being fucked into blissful oblivion by a man who knew exactly how to use her.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
His cock destroyed her pussy. His balls smacked against her ass as he squatted and fucked her. Her cries became sobs. When was the last time she sobbed? Years? A decade maybe? She didn't care anymore. Erza came again, a weak, continuous trembling that he simply rode through, his pace never flagging.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Time lost meaning. It was a blur of sweat, and gasps, and the wonderful mating press. He finally lowered her legs, shifting forward over her.
"Cumming inside!"
So he came inside.
Yet…
"Haah…It's still hard."
Erza really shouldn't have underestimated this guy. The mating press wasn't the end. Nope, not at all. Deep into the night, three rounds in, he went for missionary.
Luke slid back into her, now with a slower, deeper cadence. His body covered hers and he just fucked and fucked. Laughing a little as he saw her eyes roll back and her tongue loll out. If any of their enemies saw this, Erza would most certainly lose most of her reputation.
"Luckily…" Thrust, thrust! "It's just me, Erza!"
Yes, just Luke. Just this ordinary stud. She liked him. No, she loved him. Her big, soft breasts were pressed flat against his muscled chest, jiggling with each measured thrust.
He leaned down and kissed her. It was soft, lingering, full of a tenderness that contrasted violently with the animalistic fucking of moments before. His tongue explored her mouth, and she tasted herself on him. She kissed him back, her arms circling his neck, pulling him closer.
This was different. This was… loving. The intimacy of it, the connection in the midst of the raw carnality, made her heart ache. He moved inside her with purpose, but not with the driving need to dominate. Now, it felt like he was trying to savor her, to memorize the feel of her pussy around him.
"Luke…" she whispered against his lips.
"I've got you," he murmured back, his hips rolling in a deep, circular grind that made her see stars.
The climb was slower this time, a warm, building wave rather than a series of crashing peaks. It started in her toes, curled tight, and swept up through her womb. Her breathing hitched. He felt it. He kissed her harder, his thrusts becoming a touch more urgent.
"Cum with me…"
That was all it took. The wave broke, sweet and all-encompassing. She cried out into his mouth, her body arching off the floor as her climax washed through her. At the same moment, she felt him swell and pulse, and the hot flood filled her once more. He shuddered above her, his own release wracking his frame, a low, satisfied groan vibrating against her lips.
He collapsed onto her, albeit by intentionally shoving his face into her tits. They were like pillows and he loved them. Often, Erza used them to hide things. But now…now they were used to help rest this great, loving man.
They lay tangled together. The neighborhood was silent.
After a long while, he rolled off her, lying on his back beside her on the rug. Erza turned her head, her body feeling like it was made of liquid. She looked at him. Really looked.
He was still. Finally, The monumental erection that had dominated the entire night was gone, softened into a spent, still-impressive length resting against his thigh. A satiated smile touched her lips.
As for Erza…she looked down. Her legs were bow-shaped, spread in order to let the ridiculous amount of cum he shoved into her pour out. It was probably at least a gallon or two. She mewled and had to lay there, staring at the ceiling to recover.
After some minutes, with breath, Erza propped herself up on a trembling elbow, her crimson hair a messy curtain around her face. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, scraped raw from screaming.
"Luke?"
"Yeah?" He turned his head, his hazel eyes warm and sated.
She licked her dry lips. "I think… I will need many more acting lessons… in the future."
Their eyes met. Luke's cock instantly snapped back to life. Erza went wide-eyed. "H-huh…"
To make a long story short, Luke and Erza's debauchery did not end there. Not at all.
***
Sunlight streamed through the window of Luke's small kitchen, painting everything in a warm, gentle glow. The smell of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee filled the air, a cozy, domestic scent that felt utterly alien to Erza Scarlet.
Erza sat at the small wooden table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. Nodding. She kept nodding. A small, strained smile was fixed on her lips.
'Just keep nodding,' she told herself. 'It's polite.'
Her legs, under the table, were trembling. A fine, constant shake that traveled up through her thighs and into the very core of her. When she'd stood up from the rug to shuffle to the bathroom at dawn, they'd nearly buckled. Now, even sitting, the deep, pleasant ache was a persistent thunder in her muscles.
But that was nothing compared to the other ache.
Between her legs, her pussy felt… ruined. Swollen, exquisitely tender, a hot, throbbing reminder of every inch of him, every powerful thrust, every massive batch of baby batter he'd deposited inside her. She could still feel the ghost of that impossible girth stretching her, the echo of fullness that made sitting on the hard chair a unique kind of torture. She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn't send little sparks of sensation—a mix of soreness and latent, shocking arousal—zinging through her.
"You like your eggs sunny-side up, right?" Luke called from the stove, his back to her. He was humming, flipping bacon with a casual flick of his wrist. He wore a fresh pair of loose white pants and no shirt, the muscles of his back and shoulders moving smoothly. He looked… happy. Rested.
'How are his hips not sore!?'
"Yes," Erza said, her voice surprisingly hoarse. She cleared it. "Thank you, Luke."
He glanced over his shoulder, that easy, kind smile on his face. "Great! Almost done."
She watched him move. He was so… unaware. He didn't see the way her knuckles were white on the mug. He didn't notice the slight wince she couldn't suppress when she adjusted her weight. He had no idea. No concept of the devastation he'd wrought on her body. This busty, powerful S-Class Mage, who had faced dragons and dark guilds, was sitting in his kitchen feeling utterly conquered by his… his kindness and his… cock.
God, that cock.
Her outfit did little to help her feel composed. Her clothes from last night were in his wash basin, soaking. He'd offered her something to wear. What she had on was a borrowed, soft, grey hoodie. It was huge on him, but on her full figure, it was snug, the fabric stretching over the dramatic swell of her breasts. It fell to mid-thigh. She wore nothing underneath. No panties. No shorts. The bare skin of her thighs stuck to the wooden chair. The soft, worn cotton of the hoodie brushed against her sensitive nipples with every small movement, a constant, low-grade tease.
The fact that he was doing this… making her breakfast, being so… domestic… after fucking her into a mindless, sobbing puddle on his floor… it did something to her. Something warm and dangerous coiled in her sore belly. He was hung like a mythical beast, godly at sex, and now he was making her eggs.
'Luke is…something.' A small smile. 'Really something.'
A plate slid in front of her. Two perfect sunny-side up eggs, their yolks like liquid gold, a pile of crisp bacon, and a buttered slice of toast. It looked incredible.
"There you go," Luke said, taking the seat opposite her with his own plate. He dug in with apparent relish. "Figured you'd need the protein. Big day, probably. Missions and stuff."
Erza picked up her fork. Her hand shook. Just a little. She willed it to stop. She speared a piece of bacon and brought it to her mouth. The flavor was salty, rich, and perfect. A moan almost escaped her. She contained it to a soft hum.
"This is… very good," Erza said.
"Thanks! I like cooking. It's relaxing." He took a big bite of toast. "So, uh… last night. That was… really something."
Erza nearly choked. She took a swift gulp of coffee. "It…it was," she said lamely. "
He laughed weakly. "Yeah. I'd say so." He looked at her, his hazel eyes soft. "You're, uh…I've never had a partner like you."
Her cheeks heated. She looked down at her eggs, using her fork to carefully pop a yolk. It flowed like lava over the white. 'Me neither,' she admitted. Erza felt his cum, dried and sticky, between her thighs even now. What he'd given her, what he'd taken, it could never be taken back.
Strangely, she did not mind. At all.
"I am a quick study," she murmured.
"The quickest." He ate in comfortable silence for a moment. "I packed you lunch, too."
Her head snapped up. "You… what?"
He gestured with his thumb toward the counter. A simple cloth napkin was tied into a little bundle. "Just a sandwich and an apple. In case you get a job today and don't have time to stop. You can't fight on an empty stomach."
The warmth in her belly spread, melting the last of her warrior's discipline into a puddle of pure, feminine pleasure. He'd fucked her senseless, then made her lunch. The care was almost as intimate as the sex.
"Thank you again, Luke. It looks like I'm really in your debt."
"Nonsense, we're both Fairy Tail. It's what we do." He finished his food and stood, taking his plate to the sink. "You want more coffee?"
Before she could answer, he was there, the pot in his hand, leaning over her to refill her mug. His hip brushed her shoulder. That underlying male musk washed over her. His bare stomach was at her eye level. The definitive sight of the commonly known "V-cut abs" seen on his lower abdomen leading down…
Her pussy clenched, a sharp, sweet pang of sore need. She squeezed her thighs together under the table.
He didn't notice. He put the pot back and leaned against the counter, smiling down at her. "You okay? You seem a little… stiff."
A little stiff. The understatement of the century. Every muscle from her neck to her calves was a symphony of overuse. And her core… her core was a temple he'd thoroughly desecrated in the most wonderful way.
"I am perfectly fine," she stated, lifting her chin. "Just, um…thinking. Yeah. Yes, I mean."
"Right." His smile turned knowing, just for a second. Then it was back to its usual kindness. "Well, whenever you're ready. No rush."
Erza forced herself to eat, each bite fueling the strange, new reality. This was what it was like. To be with a man who could break you and then make you breakfast. To wear his clothes, smelling like him, feeling his marks on you with every move. To be so thoroughly used and yet so… cared for.
Erza finished her plate, the food settling in her pleasantly full stomach. She stood up.
'Bad idea.'
A fierce ache shot up from her tender pussy, radiating through her womb and making her knees actually buckle. She grabbed the edge of the table with a sharp intake of breath. The hoodie rode up, exposing the pale, strong curve of her thigh.
Luke was at her side in an instant. "Whoa! Easy there." His hand came up, steadying her, his fingers wrapping around her bare arm. His touch was warm, solid. "Are you sure you're okay? You're shaking."
Erza looked up at him, her crimson hair falling around her flushed face. His eyes were close, filled with honest concern. He truly didn't know. He had no idea his cock was a weapon of mass destruction, that he'd left the mighty Titania with legs of jelly and a cunt that felt gloriously, brutally fucked-out.
His other hand, naturally, settled on her hip, right over the hoodie's fabric. His thumb brushed the sensitive crest of her hip bone.
Every nerve in her body screamed. The soreness, the memory, the present closeness of him—it coalesced into a single, hot point of desire in her ravaged core. Her lips parted.
"Luke," she whispered, the name a confession.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes. The concern in his hazel depths flickered, shifted. He saw it now. The vulnerability. The want. The physical aftermath she was struggling to hide. His smile faded into something softer, more intense.
"Erza?" he asked.
Erza didn't trust her legs. She leaned into him, her hands coming up to press against his bare chest. "I am… quite sore," she admitted in a rush of hot breath.
His hand on her hip tightened, just a fraction. His other arm slid around her back, holding her steady against him. He looked down, his expression a mix of dawning realization and something else… something possessive and pleased. "Yeah?"
"Mhm." She nodded, her forehead almost touching his collarbone. "You… you are—were…very thorough last night."
A soft, warm puff of air laughed against her hair. His hand slid down from her hip, over the curve of her ass, covered only by the thin cotton of the hoodie. He palmed the full, muscular cheek, his fingers dipping into the crease where her thigh met her buttock. The touch, even through the fabric, sent a jolt straight to her aching center.
"I can be gentler," he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. "This morning."
Her eyes fluttered shut. The idea was absurd. Gentler? After last night? But the thought of him being inside her again, even gently, with the sun high and the domestic smells of breakfast around them, made her wetness bloom, stinging her sore flesh with fresh, slippery heat.
"You made me lunch," she said, as if that explained everything.
"I did." His hand squeezed her ass. "You need to keep your strength up."
He bent his head, his mouth finding hers. It was a slow, deep, tasting kiss, utterly different from the hungry ones of the night. This was a morning kiss. A "you're still here" kiss. It melted her.
When he pulled back, he was smiling again. "C'mon," he said, his voice husky. He easily scooped her up into his arms, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. The hoodie rode up to her waist, leaving her completely bare from the waist down. She didn't try to cover herself. She looped her arms around his neck, letting her trembling legs dangle.
"Where are we going?" Erza asked, not minding at all that she was being carried. Like a princess at that.
"Back to bed," he said, carrying her out of the kitchen with effortless strength. "We've got time before the guild opens. I think you need a more… focused… lesson on recovery."
Like last night, that morning, Luke fucked Erza Scarlet till she was a gasping, creampied mess.