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A Geezer to Please Her!	By : c0p13r Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 32229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            It was a calamity. Erza Scarlet, bent over, expectantly separating the cleavage of her supple rearend, offering the most secluded parts of her for the Founder; men would understandably rush. Yet Warrod, for all his stock and stature, stumbled on his creep upon her posterior. He hit a falsetto shout right before his weathered, wrinkled face plunged between her cheeks; she let out an uncharacteristic yelp of her own, her private space so abruptly and firmly invaded.
            And of course, the goony old man lifted himself and guffawed, arching back with his hand up to his hooting grin. “I guess this gives new meaning to ‘faceplanting!’ Oh-ho-ho!”
            It was all a more or less harmless accident, but Erza was not one to leave things to chance; least of all when it came to a piece of Fairy Tail history – ancient history – and its founders!
            All at once, before Warrod had a chance to palm one of her round cheeks, Erza leapt to her feet, pumping a fist to her chest, assuming the posture of a warrior sans uniform or modesty: her breasts bounced when she got up so suddenly and the bump of her fist to her bosom, her biceps flexing, her legs more than hip distance apart and redhaired cunt still dripping with arousal. “As a proud member of Fairy Tail, please, sir!” She fixed her strong gaze heavily on him, with a cocky smile. “Please allow me to take care of you!”
            “Hooo! Ho-ho-hoo! Fairies really have inherited Mavis’s will! Very well!” Warrod’s legs went out in front of him, and he leaned back, propping up on his elbows. He grunted, a bit of rheumatism causing some discomfort; but eventually, he lied back completely, pillowing his head with his big hands. “Let me see the dedication of Makarov’s children!”
            “Yes!” answered Erza with dutiful and hopeful pride. She stepped over the elderly man’s hips, eyeing the staff jabbing up at her. What was Lucy so offended by? The size of it was grand! And the challenge of it was what all Fairies craved: adventure!
            As always, she was well-balanced, even when going into a deep squat, relying solely on the balls of her feet for support as she hovered her derrière just over his staff. It would have been easier to slide him back up her cunt, but she had already volunteered her unexplored hole, and he had accepted the offer. There was also the fuel of her arousal which made a person make risky and unexpected choices. And what an honor it’d be to let a Founder plant himself in all her holes!
            She had to curl her pelvis to properly line him up with the appropriate hole, and then had to steady his prick to point straight up. It might have been beneficial to first give her asshole a good tonguing when she felt his thick knob go raw against her anus; she had to settle for a quick lick of two fingers to her butt for lubrication. Not much, but Erza had endured worse than a cock slowly breaking through her rear passage. It was still enough to make her hitch and gasped when her weight bore down on the stiff pole until it breeched her. Her rim flexed, squeezing sporadically at the inflexible steam.
            And while she huffed and squirmed, Warrod just sighed heavily, like he had just dipped into the hot springs after a hard day of… gardening. His hands came out from behind the brush that was his head to grab at Erza; first supporting her waist, but she took his hands and directed them to her tits. She would handle all the work, he need only enjoy himself. “If you insist,” he jeered, pawing at her chest, testing the buoyancy of her breasts as he cupped them. Her nipples were stiff, stiffer than before now that the cold air had them. He flicked them back and forth with his thumbs.
            The walls of her ass were pressed back as she inched him in slowly. “Forgive me,” she said with bated breath as her chest was fondled. With a seething grunt, she pushed down with some stubborn force to get some more of his dick into her. “I’m not practiced in this endeavor.” Grunting, her reddening cheeks puffing and her bottom lip pulling up tight, she mustered her endurance and consumed the rest of his thick stem through her backend. With a loud exhale for those final inches, Erza looked down, splitting her legs a bit so that she may see behind her muff. “It’s in,” she cheered. Then her juvenile excitement changed to strong pride, her eyes turning to the starry sky. “As expected!”
            Her tension was felt by him; Warrod groaned and smacked his lips. “Yes, a member of Fairy Tail can overcome any obstacle. And of course,” he kept himself contained from laughter, “the feeling of triumph is wonderful!” He felt her guts flutter around his embedded cock. It was such a tight fit that he felt every ripple of her intestines just as she felt every ridge of his cock. “Of course, I would have thought young Makarov would have trained you.”
            Erza gasped a little, a look of vulnerability flashing on her features. “The Master?”
            Warrod closed his fingers and thumbs on her nipples and pulled slightly, a look on his face that was too jolly for the erotic moan the came from the swordswoman. “Are you saying that he hasn’t tested you? Oh my, I guess he changed from the womanizer he used to be.” There was a slight pause. “Just kidding! But doesn’t he at least discipline his children?” He looked expectantly at her.
            Chewing on her bottom lip, Erza nodded.
            “Oh?!” Warrod seemed surprised and excited together; his cock relayed his enthusiasm for details with a strong pulsation. “How does he do it?” A hand drooped from pinching her nipple to press on her waist, encouraging a deeper push on her bowels.
            Erza winced, her left eye cringing a bit. “He,” she began hesitantly, feeling her pussy throb, disappointed not to have some attention for itself, “he administers… spankings.” Yes, for the female guildmates, an upset Makarov would surprise them with a harmless but fullhanded spank on the backside. He favored Erza’s and Lucy’s behinds, always finding a reason to give them a firm pat for any misbehavior or mistakes.
            “What a clever kid!” laughed Warrod, his high-pitched cackling echoing in the silent night. His hand slid around to clap on her bottom. “A punishment and a reward!” His goofy face, though, quickly hardened with intent to press on the topic of her experience. “I would have expected him to train you more thoroughly, though. I guess it’s up to me to pick up the slack.” With a heavy hand and firm grip, he pulled her onto the rest of his shaft.
            Erza gasped as her guts were slammed so suddenly. But she didn’t utter a word of protest or complaint. It was her fault for making the Founder wait. Such impudence! Master Makarov had done so much to teach her, yet she failed in resilience. There must be penance when she returned to him. And of course, there had been plenty of fantasies of hers involving the old, short Master Makarov. She imagined all the good things she could afford him with her mouth, cleavage, apex, ass as he moped over a mug of ale after a tough meeting with the magic council. She and the other female mates flaunted often in those bikini contests, knowing full well how it could perk up his spirits. If he made a move on them, they’d likely yield as quickly as Erza – and to a lesser extent, Lucy – had for Warrod.
            Warrod’s impatience stole her from her wonderings, beating his hips up against her butt when she stalled. She lost a gasp when the rushing old man ran up her backside against her hesitance. “Reliving past experiences?” asked Warrod with bated breath, having noticed the far-off look in her eyes. “Maybe I’ll be added to your flashbacks!”
            While he laughed at his poor joke, Erza did recount the cocks that had gone in her throughout her time of womanhood through the Guild. She’d been double-teamed by the men of Team Shadow Gear – Jet and Droy saying to each other that it was good to get some experience before Levy, so they spit-roasted Erza between them – and Macao took turns with Wakaba to stretch out Erza’s pussy. And even to keep peace in yesteryears, Erza would go to the second level of the Guild to be passed amongst the Thunder God Tribe – even if Evergreen would stand aside in absolute abhorrence of Erza’s involvement with Laxus, Freed, and Bickslow.
            Yet for all that experience under her belt, maybe the men were afraid of being too intrusive with her butthole; Bickslow would sometimes tongue her there, and Laxus would finger her little asshole as he stretched her pussy with the biggest cock she known.
            And while Warrod may not have had the veiny, strong dick of the Master’s grandson, his was still a powerful insertion, one that made her tremble the more he stayed wedged inside her butt. The reflexive muscles that she had not worked out were sent in a series of spasms, coiling tight around him though he insisted on staying.
            Erza knew that she couldn’t stay stationary, but if asked, Warrod would say that it was exceptional to just stay motionless. Her inner massage did him well, coaxing those throbs that began to end with the gooey discharge of precum against her walls. With so much produced, it salved her insides, though the slickness would have been of more use coating her entrance rather than her naturally moist innards. But as she lifted, his abundant precum started to leak out, and while the spread was still a bit uncomfortable for her tight anus, his slick production eased the hot friction. So she worked herself up and down on Warrod, making the entrance less and less stubborn.
            “I will work hard for you, Warrod-sama,” she panted while his hands rushed over her trim or bouncy body. “Hmph! It’s already easier!”
            “Oh yes,” agreed Warrod, pushing up on her tits, keeping them from their incessant floundering, containing the attractive wobbling to his palms. His weasel eyes rolled back as he groaned. “It seems we’re taking care of your tightness! I’ll send you back to Makarov loose and limber!”
            Biting her bottom lip, imagining Master Makarov enjoying the fruits of the Founder’s labors, Erza worked him harder and deeper into her butt, adding some oomph as her buttocks thudded on his sturdy hips. She imagined her Master being more graceful than he might have been: “Your commitment to the Guild is unmatched! I am proudest of you, Erza!” As the Master’s cock would run up her backside, she’d looked back at him with a proud blush and say, “I am honored by your praise.”
            “Oh, your commitment to my cock is unmatched,” groaned the old man beneath her, arching his back. “I am hardest for you, Erza Scarlet!” And saying that, he grew in enthusiasm, pulling himself up, his strong muscles lifting him in an unhindered sit-up so that he could shove his big, flat face in between her knockers. Of course, hugging her to his firm frame impeded her motions. He pulled her down and sealed her to his lap. She arched against the mighty arms encompassing her midsection, puffing out her ass, showing all how deep the tree geezer got up in between her cheeks.
            “Warrod-sama!” she cried, holding onto his shoulders.
            “Mmph!” He was busy nursing on her pink nipples, sucking and licking alternatively, unable to stay on one for very long, as if he was deciding which breast to show preferential treatment, which one was his favorite; though it was an obvious impossibility to decide. He grunted deeply, his deep-set eyes flashing with intensity. Erza mistook the look as one of completion. Pop! “Ah~!” the old man swooned, rapture on his face as his drool bridged between his lips and the peak of her breast. “You make me feel like a newborn!” He groped her right bosom in his hand and cozied up to the left, fawning over it as he would nuzzle a melon that had overgrown his expectations. His mouth kept an apparent closeness to her nipple, pecking it from time to time while cuddling. “Ahh~” he hummed again with fevered delight. “You reinvigorate me~”
            Before Erza could absorb this worthy praise, there began a metamorphosis on Warrod’s body. The shoulders she clung to bulged just a little, and then the aura of his Green Magic invited a flurry of growing sprigs; mere saplings at first, unassuming in appearance, wiggling upward with their single leafed tips. But then they went into action, four for each of her wrists, wrapping delicately but tightly and yanking them behind the small of her back. She gasped from this unexpected and unprovoked assault.
            “Of course,” he said in a dropped tone, the giddiness giving way to mischief, “a reinvigorated Saint is nothing to take lightly.”
            Erza flexed against the vines buckled around her forearms. The saplings had separated from Warrod’s frame, dedicated to binding her. She squirmed in her mild efforts to free herself; if she were serious, if this were an enemy and not a revered Founder of Fairy Tail, she would have already been free and on the nude warpath. Against an ally – one she respected – her escape methods were restricted to squirming and pleading. Cute, for one so feared.
            “Now, no need to fear. It’s just a little fun,” he said in his gruffer tone. “It’s just been a while since I got to stretch my limbs.” More Green Magic played on the scene, bidden by his will. Dormant seeds under their feet and stone broke with vibrant life, feeding on the abundant, nutritious magic of the botanist Saint. A flurry of green vines and spry branches danced around them. Erza looked left and right, taking account of her plight before several of the stronger plants lashed around her midsection. Her trim stomach trembled, but the tightness did not hurt her. It did, however, sweep her off her feet and off the geezer without warning. The moment her legs dangled from her abrupt ascension, the other vines caught her ankles, knees, or thighs, digging lightly into the supple meat of the latter while prying them apart.
            “Warrod-sama!” she exclaimed in her elevated spin. Would she end up facing the sky or the floor? The Green Magic couldn’t seem to decide; the rotations put her hair and – more importantly – her tits in full motion, rocking and wobbling and slanting and sloping. But not for a moment did she doubt her superior’s control of the situation.
            The Saint, having gotten to his feet by this time, his spindly legs seeming to struggle maintaining his own bulk, tottered. His eyes swirled a little. “It’s making me dizzy.”
            Erza’s expression faltered. “…”
            “Just kidding!” cheered the old man, throwing up his hands in celebration, and then all of Erza came to a stop. She was on her back in the air, her tits sloping just slightly towards her sides, opening the valley between them, unkept by her arms since they were still obediently caught behind her. And her legs were kept wide; spread-eagle in offering to the forest codger. He ambled between her legs. She was at appropriate height for his erection, which stretched over her pussy with all intent and purpose. Looking down her body, she marveled at its splendor, though anyone with sense – like Lucy – they would be put off that the rigid appendage fit too perfectly to the rest of him; a cock, but with deep wrinkles running down its length. Draw eyes on it and put a miniature afro on the head, and it may have looked like a miniature Warrod!
            His hands settled on her tits, moving them together and squeezing them and rolling them. So very soft, and squishy. “They are hypnotizing,” he confessed, and then pulled at her nipples until the big globes coned and Erza winced. “Letting these free, it’s no wonder you’ve become the great Titania of Fairy Tail.” His eyes traveled down her caught body. He moved aside his dick so that he may value the red hair and pink opening of her pubic mound. “But back to business…”
            Three idle vines snapped forward; these had strong buds on their tips. They squeezed between her butt cheeks – she yipped in response – and bore the hole between them. It might not have been much help, but it opened the way for him as he hadn’t the young mobility – nor the lithe size – to bend and twist to aim himself visually.
            A bit more aid was needed…
            A hand went up from Erza’s chest to her lips. It was a light, sincere brush on her lips that made her flush a bit more intimately than before. The caress was nice… until Warrod plunged two fingers deep into her mouth, crawling all the way to the back of her throat. At once, she gagged, but Warrod’s mission was simple and swift: he took a happy helping of her saliva – the excess spilled on her body as it traveled down – and applied it; first to her asshole to smear it thoroughly without and within. Whatever remained was applied to the head of his cock.
            “Now let’s go again!”
            Erza grimaced when she felt the renewed pressure delving against her asshole. Like this, her aid to the situation was limited; she could only endure and hope that Warrod-sama could persist smoothly. This particular position was not advantageous for anal; for the receiver, anyway. Without being prostrated and opening, the way inward was clenched and tighter than before, even if he had violated there just scant minutes ago.
            Erza employed practiced breathing techniques meant to calm all muscles in the body, yet when Warrod injected his bulbous head through her anus and trudged slowly in, her mewling turned to helpless wails. “Warrod-sama! Oh, Warrod-sama!”
            Warrod himself expressed the struggle of the inward journey with bloated cheeks and a face pursed up and sweating with effort. But then that concentration broke with a “Just kidding~” and he rammed his way home. Against all the traps restraining her, Erza arched and screamed. She took him in as deep as he was able to get. Her depths were coiled snugly around him.
            Erza took the minute he allowed for reveling; he sighed loudly while, with what limited mobility she had, she turned and twisted and helped fix any discomfort. “As-As expected of a Founder,” she complimented with one eye winced in pain. “I am… overwhelmed by your presence.”
            “No need to flatter an old man,” Warrod hooted, waving a hand fervently as if to dismiss the praise. “But…” He spread his arms wide. “You’re welcome!”
            Without further ado, he helped himself to her; insides and out, pounding his rod into her guts while his hands caught her wobbly chest. His feet moved slightly from time to time, trying to keep his stance rigid while his hips flexed. Of course, he could not help bowing over her; her pink and erect nipples were too inviting to his mouth.
            Erza arched against her bondage, groaning loudly. The pain intermixed with pleasure and the very real honor she received at having housed Warrod’s penis. Her head hung toward the ground, the tips of her hair dragging on the floor. Yet she soon found out that she’d no time to be lax, for Warrod had more tricks in store for her than simple binding. She failed to notice the flash of green energy, but there was the feeling of something slithering up her body. It may have been a hapless vine, but its path was too direct and intent. Whatever it was, it encircled and hugged her right breast, squeezing it tightly in a loop of its coils, and then – with length to spare, beelined for her mouth… Not before making a detour around her neck; more of a tight collar than a choker, though leash would be more accurate when it tightened to bring her head up from hanging. She was made to look down her body, to observe the bucking of her form as Warrod filled her insides, and to face the end of the brown branch that moved so nimbly around her. It was a branch that originated from Warrods body; from his loins, when she traced it back to the source. And the tip was round and blunt. Clearly, it was a faux cock made of his Green Magic, and it surged into her gaping mouth. “Mmph!” The cock turned and bent in her mouth, and whatever discharge it was that came from the tip, it was reminiscent – even identical – to what she had tasted when licking the precum off Warrod’s real dick.
            It stood to reason, for the elongated penis’s origin came from his sac. “Little acorns can grow in impressive ways, can’t they~?” He refrained from cackling, instead focusing on splitting Erza’s thighs just a bit more. Her pussy could do with some more room, as there were two acorns after all that could sprout. And the second one’s journey was not so long. Growing from his right testicle, it reared up, took aim, and then pushed into Erza’s juicy cunt with no difficulty. These dicks had the benefit of pliability, squeezing through tight spots and moving independently of Warrod’s pumping hips. Of course, that made the real thing more significant as it plugged her butthole.
            Rendered helpless, Erza’s holes were all used by Warrod-sama’s outstanding Magic. As expected of a Mage Saint and a Founder of Fairy Tail! Best as she could – though she was greatly hindered by the overload of stimuli – she tried to suck on the extra cock. She breathed as best as she could through her nose, though sometimes made valiant, messy gasps around the cock, but whenever her mouth opened wide for that, the tentacle made for the back of her throat and the coil at her throat tightened momentarily. A-amazing, Warrod-sama! I am not worthy of your praise! If she had the use of her hands, she wanted to fist the dick at her mouth and jerk it and pray that it could shower her with honored semen!
            “Oh?” Warrod paused for a moment, detecting the tremors from within Erza’s body. His pussy-filling penis pulled back curiously, and immediately, relieved from the pressure of him inside, she began to squirt messily over his penises and pelvis. At once, he found humor in this and tittered, “Watering the plants, I see!” Erza’s hips jerked and bucked, her mouth filled with moans and gasps. Before the waves ebbed, the supplanted dick surged back in to revitalize its assault within her. “But there needs to be seeds if you want to water plants! I’ll hurry and do some sowing then!”
            Please! Erza begged in her mind, unable to find room to ask for it personally. She wanted his hot cum roiling in her, and she wanted to cultivate his valued seed for nine months!
            Grunting harshly as he pummeled her intestines to open wide for him, Warrod continued to talk, “I’ve always wanted to make a nice, wide garden! But it’s good to start with one plot, right?”
            Erza registered his words, an eye opening to look at him.
            “Hm? Do you agree?” There was interest and hopefulness in his eyes.
            The cock retracted, wet with her spit, and hung outside her panting mouth. She took a few deeply-needed breaths, and then smiled. “I understand, Warrod-sama.” She pushed against his lap as best as she could in her predicament. “The others of Fairy Tail… would be honored to visit a Founder of Fairy Tail.”
            The proclamation immediately enthused Warrod, which put Erza’s mouth back on his stretched cock. The length of it rippled, massaging the tit in its coils and making her breath – when it got out around its tip – wheeze and strain. Warrod-sama was going at her with more fervor than before. There was purpose in his thrusts, though he remained within her asshole. The dick occupying her snatch, on the other hand, surged in deep and kept pressing against her cervix, approximating the lining where his opening would match the way into her womb.
            “It’s settled, then! It’s settled, it’s settled!” With big hands seizing her waist and drawing her expectantly to him, he tensed. All of him tensed, from his posture, to his cock and twin tentacle cocks, to even the vines and branches holding her. The promise she made him was too much to resist. “Let’s seal the pact!” Three ways, his potent balls began to spill out of him. The cock in her mouth burst with a single, enormous amount of cum; so much that she couldn’t even attempt to contain it in her mouth. It exploded around the shaft and hit so suddenly that she wound up coughing what could not go down her throat. Retreating from her sputtering, the cock pulled up and shot smaller, lazier bursts in haphazard strings across her face.
            The release in her ass was more traditional; the stiffening and engorgement of the cock, the subtle and desperate strokes of the man’s hips, and finally the growing outpour of wet heat that was uncomfortable and soothing at the same time. Warrod emphasized this release more with his grunts and groans. “It won’t do much here,” he wheezed, still with a wry smile, “but it’s not wasteful.” He beat his cock up through his puddling semen, churning it in her bowels as his last cock readied to put a more meaningful deposit inside her womb.
            Erza felt it. He had channeled his cum right into her inner chamber. The stream of his seed funneled in and crashed against the supple walls of her uterus. Layer upon layer of white, old semen flooded her and scorched wherever it landed, and with all intent, the sperm nosed their way throughout Erza’s insides, trying to find that precious egg to fertilize.
            “Ah~” Both Warrod and Erza thudded on the ground as the branches and vines and faux penises retracted. The wizened Saint sat on his ass, wiping at his sweating brow and looking at the mess his had made of all of the Titania’s holes. And of course, he had to take notice of his own cock bowing and wilting like the old man he was. “An activity like this,” he panted, “could leave an old man drained. Oh! But I am drained!” He sputtered with laughter behind a hand, and then poked at Erza’s cum-leaking vagina, puffy and pink from its excessive use. “And you look invigorated!”
            Erza, with an arm crossed over her brow, smiled weakly at him. “It fills me with honor to have you speak so highly of me, Warrod-sama.”
            “That’s not all you’re filled with!” he continued to jest.
            But momentarily, the mood became somber, and his big form loomed over the weakened Titania. “Now,” he said gruffly. “About the deal?”
            Again, she smiled weakly and nodded. “Of course, Warrod-sama…”
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            “I-I don’t know how Alzack would feet about this…!” She turned her chin in to her chest, looking between her big, milf breasts to where the cock lined up with her crotch.
            “Oh-ho-ho! Your husband will be very glad that you came back refreshed and rejuvenated by the springs!” Although Bisca’s visit had consisted of only a handful of minutes soaking before Warrod made his move, revealing his erection and pointing out his high-standing in the Guild. As a dedicated member, even now as a parent, the once Moulin Rogue committed to helping the Founder with his affliction. But a handjob soon turned to one-sided groping – he loved a mother’s tits – and when he discovered the slickness, she was convinced to lie back and let Warrod assume her into the mating press. Her feet hung over his thighs as he aimed, flexed his dick against her entrance, and then pushed in between her folds.
            Shrieking as a new and bigger cock pushed her open, Bisca wrapped her arms around the broad man’s body and let him fuck her. “Just…!” She whimpered. “Just don’t do it inside~!”
            Warrod pretended not to have heard her.
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            “Hot springs and alcohol were made for each other! Now let’s get naked and party~!” Cana slurred, though she and Warrod were already naked. And she had got between his knees before he even invited her to. When he showed some surprise at her hasty candor, she flagged him down, hiccupped, and said with a heavy, drunken slur, “What’s the point of drinking if you’re not gonna do something exciting?! Here!” She fit Warrod’s old dick in between her big tits. She smirked wryly up at the wizened wizard. “The old guys at the guild”—Her smirk deepened mischievously—“and Gildartz love when I do this for them. Let me know what you think of an S-Class paizuri!” She spat on the head of his dick – twice, actually, since her accuracy was impeded for the first shot – and began to rub him with those soft tits of hers, petting her light-brown nipples with her fingertips. “We got a long night ahead of us! Make sure to keep the sake stocked!”
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            “Hmph! So Erza thinks she is the only one up to the challenge!” Evergreen shifted sharply, her naked tits jostling above her crossed arms. She hadn’t even gotten into the hot springs when Warrod – who was submerged – suggested they have some kinship like what he had shared with Erza. Rather than be repelled, Evergreen fixed her elegant glasses on the bridge of her nose. “But a true Fairy Queen does not back down, nor does she deny the request of a Founder!”
            She went down on her side, showing off her ass – which seemed even fuller than Erza’s! – and beckoned Warrod over to join her. “Judge for yourself,” she purred to the old man as he began his approach, and then lifted a cheek to offer him choice of entry, “who is the true Queen of Fairy Tail!”
            Warrod grinned a perverse grin. “Then perhaps I should also be a judge for the Miss Fairy Tail contest, then!” He went with Option Three: shoving his dick between her plump, red lips. Surprised, but Evergreen adapted and began to blow the co-founder of Fairy Tail.
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            “Gray-sama will be so pleased with Juvia after Juvia pleases an honored Founder…” Juvia was looking skyward, praying to the stars from her place in the steamy hot springs, praying hands at her bosoms. She could see her beloved in the stars, smiling down at her with twinkling eyes. Exaggerated in his features – they were cartoonishly sharp, a caricature of handsomeness – he winked at his worshipper. She gasped rapturously at the vision as if it were truth. And then she looked behind her, where the Founder she intended to please was lapping ceremoniously at her little butthole. “Right, Warrod-sama?”
            “Mm-hm!” He brought his face away, chuckling like the old man he was while wiping at his moist lips. “Of course any member of Fairy Tail shares those sentiments!” His bushy head nodded. “Indeed, the Guild has inherited Mavis’s feelings!”
            With a playful scream, Juvia was pushed over, bending over the edge of the springs to present herself to Warrod’s staff. She panted excitedly, imagining how happy Gray-sama would be to see her face drenched in Warrod’s satisfaction. He’d confess his love for her on the spot, she was (delusionally) certain.
            “Now let’s see you inherit something from another Founder,” he joshed, lining up with her pale and pink pussy.
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            “Wah…” Levy departed from the wet, imposed kiss with shy reservation. She did not push away from the old man right away when he moved in for a kiss; she didn’t want to offend a co-Founder, least of all after Erza-san recommended that she go to pay tribute to Warrod-sama. So when Warrod unexpectedly joined her in the hot springs, dressed – or undressed, actually – for the occasion, with no sense of modesty. She had clutched her small breasts in her hands as he lumbered over. Some small talk ensued, and she hoped to appease his conversation, but he came on strong and kissed her, his wiry, old tongue shoving into her mouth. Spit split between their mouths when they separated.
            Immediately, she thought of Gajeel. How would he react to know that Warrod-sama had claimed her lips? But she wasn’t about to dismiss the Founder outright. It’d bring shame to her and the Guild as a whole! “I-I think I’ve spent enough time in the springs,” she said mousy, trying to sidestep the geezer stooping over her.
            But his hands stopped her. “You would leave an old man unattended in the springs? But the heat…” He swooned a little, as if he would faint. And Levy, falling for the act, reached to catch him. The moment her unencumbered breasts smooshed up against him, he came alive again, cheering “Just kidding!”, and ravaged her mouth again, this time reaching around to grab her buttocks in both hands, latching her to him and letting her feel the hard slab of his erection against her abdomen.
            When she got a chance to talk again, she hurried out, “But…! But what about Gajeel?!” She flinched when two fingers went up her snatch.
            “Oh, him? He’s already given his blessing.”
            Levy gasped at this revelation.
            “Just kidding!” He kissed her again and turned her protests into whimpering moans as his fingers pumped in and out of her, working her snatch open for a bigger intruder.
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            “It may not be the old man like last time,” lamented the busty blonde, touching her face with a hand. Her breasts leapt just slightly from her partner’s vigorous but ultimately weak thrusts. “But why do I have to be with a cat this time?”
            Happy was more than happy to have a shot at Lucy. She might not have been his ideal pick – being a human and all – but he couldn’t deny a friend and a Guildmate. His cock was pink and elongated, part of the same Magic that gave him wings. Lucy was sitting outside the water when the Exceed approach, and with an embarrassed eyeroll, she split her legs, modestly tried to hide the tips of her breasts from him, and unveiled the intimate parts of her. When his cock stretched out from between his stubby legs, her eyes bugged and she shouted that it was almost as tall as the rest of him; a slight exaggeration, but it was certainly disproportionate to the rest of him.
            “Natsu and the Founder said that we need to be closer friends!” He pushed in all the way, and her breath hitched in a gasp as he went up against her uterus. Like this, he was hugging her, looking up between her tits with a teasing smile. “Is this close?”
            “Stupid cat!”
            BONK!!
ccc Mirajane & Lisa ccc
            “Of course I don’t mind,” said Mirajane, looking shyly to the side as Warrod squeezed a tit and a cheek of her ass in two greedy hands, “but must Lisa watch?”
            The two silver-haired sisters had gone together on Erza’s insistence that the hot springs were great to build kinship. Warrod, as a Founder, was of course a wonderful host, and held in high esteem by the Guild’s bartender. So when he revealed that his private hot springs were shared sex, she accepted it even if Lisanna covered her breasts embarrassedly and turned with a scream. Even when he invaded her personal space, Mirajane didn’t say anything until he started to compliment her figure – “You Fairies are endowed with all manner of charm” – but didn’t refuse him. Just as Makarov took the occasional grope of her, she found it perfectly normal for a high-ranked official of Fairy Tail to enjoy the ripe fruits of her body.
            But Lisanna’s presence was a bit discouraging, having her watch as an old man fussed over her form. And when Warrod guided her hand to his prick, Mirajane obediently closed a hand around him, knowing what it took to calm a riled man.
            “I think she should watch,” Warrod jubilantly said, throwing himself over Mirajane and properly positioning herself. Mira looked to her sister, and Lisa watched in horrified awe as the old plant mage made to mate her. “Big sisters are the best teachers, aren’t they?”
            Mira shifted, her legs slowly spreading for him. “I suppose so…”
ccc Wendy ccc
            Without Carla’s company… “Wh-why did I come back here alone?” she sniffled, sitting in the middle of the hot springs, dark and quiet forest all around. Nothing moved, though her imagination played tricks on her, making her fearful of every breeze that rustled the tree branches. Sulking, she tried and failed to relax. “After what happened last time,” she muttered, “I should never have come here again.” The taste of Warrod-sama’s mixed in Erza’s pussy was still fresh on her tongue, even after all this time away. She breathed a heavy sigh. Though her enhanced senses could not detect the Founder’s scent – so similar to the foliage around her – she hadn’t seen him since undressing for the solo visit to the hot springs. And that perked her up just a little. So she allowed herself a smile. “I haven’t seen him for a while,” she said aloud, “so maybe, he’s out tending to his garden. Maybe I can enjoy my time here!” She giggled happily.
            Behind her, a silhouette detached from the other trees… turned to the bathing girl… and then two glowing eyes opened.
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