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Fae Tales	By : FieldDranzer Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, nor any of the characters in it. This story was written for my own enjoyment, nor do I make any money from writing this.

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A/N: Greetings! This story is definitely still a work in progress, though said progress varies greatly. We have a few more chapters planned before taking a short break, though whether we do take a break still remains to be seen. There's something far, far too fun about this adventure for me to pass it up.
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Read the Room

Behind closed doors, deep within a den of depravity and lust, soft, barely muffled moans and faint claps of flesh against flesh echoed out, blanketing the walls and hallways with an unmistakable euphoric bliss. Above a hall set aside for that night’s show, a strip tease that often ended with a particular dancer’s retreat, a duo had hidden themselves away for the evening.

Pressed up against the very edges of a bed, with his back against the far wall, Natsu Dragneel’s eyelids fluttered; his breath coming out as ragged gasps, in between the deep gulps of air in-between. His fingers quivered around the slender waist they clenched down upon, tightening their grip for the briefest moment, before a set of pleasantly large and soft breasts descended upon his face once more.

It had been over a month since his enrollment as a member of the underground club, Fairy Tail, and in that time, his every waking moment had been plagued by a sight he couldn’t suppress. Smooth, unblemished skin, as fair as porcelain, and as easily bruised, forever haunted his mind. Long, freely flowing hair in the color of spun gold, long, toned legs that gave off the impression of years of hard work, and a set of kiss swollen lips in the aftermath of his every visit. To some, his infatuation had seemed silly, though not once had he explained why he sought her out whenever he could.

“Come on, baby~” Her voice echoed from above, one hand leisurely stroking the back of his head, whilst the other pressed itself against the back wall for support. “You can finish inside~” Biting down upon her bottom lip, Lucy Heartfilia let loose a soft moan, once again drawing them back to the matter at hand.

Three rounds had come and gone, three rounds of excruciating, immeasurable pleasure, to the point where even the stripper’s velvety walls could hardly make him erupt. With every rise and fall of her pristine hips, Natsu’s breathing hitched, his nostrils flared, and buried between her breasts as his face was, the bachelor could do little more than moan in reply.

Shuddering and quivering in each other’s embrace, the stripper did everything in her arsenal to make the evening as pleasant as possible. Rocking her hips up and down, gyrating her groin around the throbbing pole that was his cock, all the while bouncing on his lap with her perky, jiggling rear no more than an inch away from his grasp. On her behalf, her moans spilled forth, echoing alongside his own, forever interlocked in what could only be considered the most erotic dance she had ever done.

Before long however, even his stubbornness and perseverance could not outlast the crushing grip that was her glistening pussy. Tight, rhythmic spasms and a playful little giggle was the thing that set him off, and with as much force and control as the bachelor still possessed, he thrust his hips up into the wet, squelching pussy of his lover. From above, right as the first gush of cum erupted from the tip of his dick, the stripper and prostitute let loose a startled moan, clenching down around the cock within her cunt even tighter than ever before.

Just like that, the two of them came, one shooting forth what little sperm remained inside of his balls, while the other quivered in place, spasming and massaging the length of his dick with every intent to milk him dry. Unlike his previous orgasms however…

“Mm… finished already?” No more than a few seconds after erupting, the dancer atop his lap let loose a somber sigh, pouting where she sat, with the entirety of his length buried inside of her pristine, hairless pussy.

Withdrawing his head as much as he could, Natsu sharply heaved in a mouthful of air, panting uncontrollably where he sat, drenched in sweat from head to toe. “I’m not made of cum!” He barked out, feigning a look of astonishment before breaking down into a soft chuckle; one that was reciprocated by a warm smile from above.

“You wouldn’t be as fun to play with if you were!” Playing along with his little outburst, Lucy brought both of her hands up to carefully caress his cheeks, tipping his chin up enough to allow her soft, pale lips to crash down against his own.

Slamming his eyes wide agape, Natsu’s hard fought breath was snatched up and out of his lungs once more, causing his entire body to tense up before slowly, gently melting into the adoring gesture. Staring straight ahead, the dancer’s eyes were closed, her hands were centered upon his face, and even as their kiss deepened, even as her tongue slid down to dance with his own, Natsu’s arms still refrained from embracing her in turn.

As abruptly as the kiss had begun, Lucy withdrew; a soothing smile stretching out across her lips. “You’re a decent kisser,” tipping her chin up, Lucy swathed her tongue up along the bridge of his nose. “Too welcoming, but we can work on that.”

Giving her lover one last pat on each shoulder, and another chaste kiss at the side of his cheek, Lucy slowly arose from her position, wincing ever so slightly as her pussy, still clamped down around his softening dick, tried to stay in place. For a literal hour, the two of them had gone at it, changing position each and every time, all the while flirting or caressing one another in whichever way their positions allowed.

Only then did the stark reminder that one of them worked at that time come to mind, but the bachelor didn’t offer it much of a thought; nor did his eyes linger too much on his lover’s rear, as she sauntered off to grab the thong and the bra she had worn that day.

“Hey, I was thinking…” He began, uncertain what more to do while his lover got dressed. “Wanna try hanging out sometime? Maybe go grab a drink or something?”

The moment those words left his lips, the otherwise fluent motions of the stripper and prostitute in front of him stiffened, though whether that was from surprise or something else, the young patron did not know. Although, when the blonde arose and eased her thong up along her legs, the smile she flashed him was somewhat stiff, but still as genuine as ever.

“Sorry, hun. I’m sort of not too keen on meeting clients outside of work,” reaching up to start pulling on a dark blue bra that could have been passed off as a criss-cross halter top, Lucy flashed him another smile when she noticed his expression. “It’s not you. Honestly, you’d probably be pretty cool to hang out with, but like… a former client of mine sort of turned into a stalker. A rich, older man tried to hire me full time.” Visibly frowning at the thought, the blonde made swift work of her top before sauntering back to join her most recent lover in bed.

Dejected, but also somewhat understanding, Natus nodded his head in contemplation, dropping the subject as quickly as it was brought up. Whilst his lover had gotten dressed, as much as one could expect her to be, he still sat upright in bed, half hard and fully naked.

“It’s cool. I’m sorry for asking, if that brought up some unpleasant memories.” Bowing his head ever so slightly in what was undoubtedly the most formal apology the club had ever seen, Natsu’s ears perked up when a soft, constrained giggle echoed from the top of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but,” pausing to wipe an imaginary tear away from her eye, Lucy let loose a genuine giggle fit, falling down to rest her head dangerously close to the throbbing cock atop her client’s groin. “It’s the first time someone’s ever apologized for asking me a question. First time here, at least.”

Closing his eyes to let that little tidbit sink in, Natsu’s breathing hitched within his throat no more than a second thereafter, and with wide, disbelieving eyes and a hoarse moan in the back of his throat, the bachelor peered down once more.

Whether it was to break the ice, or due to her close proximity to that region, Lucy’s luscious lips had descended upon his half hard cock once more, sucking his swollen tip between her lips. Slow and rhythmic bobs sent her head up and down, on and off of his cock whilst her tongue hungrily lavished his crown with saliva and love. In mere moments, the bachelor’s previously wilting arousal shot through the roof, visualized by the way his dick hardened within his lover’s mouth, accompanied by a deep sated moan that made his entire upper body tense. Only then, the moment his length was hard once more, did Lucy Heartfilia prove what she did that others could not.

As if the dancer had heard her client’s thoughts, she paused at the very tip of his dick, hollowing out her cheeks to greedily suckle its head, before knocking Natsu’s breath free from his lungs. With a ferocity he had yet to see that night, Lucy dove her head down, greedily devouring the entirety of his cock until the very tip of it bumped up against the back of her throat, but the prostitute did not stop there. Unlike before, her pace was rough, harsh, and oh so dangerously fast that Natsu could do little more than squirm atop their shared bed.

His eyes, deep and onyx, slowly rolled up into the back of his head, accompanied by an outdrawn groan as another orgasm was sucked free from his pulsating balls. Right as his breath rushed out of his throat, and right on time for his hips to instinctively raise themselves up off of the mattress, Lucy’s head receded, gently grazing her teeth along the length of his cock in the midst of her retreat.

With his eyes at the back of his head, and with a soft, longing moan still faintly on his lips, Natsu came once more, depositing the final droplets of cum that remained within his balls across the dancer’s outstretched hand. What she did after the fact, when his final orgasm had subsided, Natsu did not know, but when he came to, her palm was as clean as ever and a wicked grin adorned her otherwise pristine, ladylike features.

“Can’t have my newest regular complain that he still had any cum in him when he left~” The courtesan borderline purred out, pushing herself over onto her hands and knees to press a final kiss upon the bachelor’s parched lips.

“See you later?” Natsu asked, breathless and exhausted, even as the chore of getting dressed came to mind. Where had he even left his clothes…?

Nodding her head with a bright, beaming smile upon her lips, the stripper happily agreed, knowing full well that she would see this particular bachelor again at a later date.

“You have classes this week, right? Don’t skimp out of school to come strip me down, you hear?” Taking on a tone as close to a responsible adult as she could, Lucy stubbornly put her hands upon her hips…

… only to break a moment thereafter, reaching a dainty hand up to cover her mouth, even whilst a soft, feminine giggle emanated from her lips. “Yeah, no, I just can’t be responsible. If you have the time, you know I’ll try to make room. Or you could just slide in with another dick, I’ve got more than one hole, y’know.” Waving a single finger back and forth as if to berate the bachelor for always choosing one hole, Lucy eventually retreated from the bedroom; a melodic hum upon her lips, with a subtle sway to her hips that would forever draw Natsu’s gaze towards her practically naked rear.

When the pink haired bachelor was certain that the dancer had retreated, his body at long last slumped down; a breathless wheeze spilling forth from his lips in the process. Five orgasms, four of which had involved a thorough workout for him, whilst the fifth had been sucked free from his balls in a manner of minutes, if he had even lasted that long. Some of his clothes were laid out on the floor of the room, one of Lucy’s private lounges, where she could bring her more reserved clients.

For over a month, their dance of back and forth lovemaking had gone on, for over a month, he had sought her out, unable to do so much as think about other women, despite some teasing from his roommates. Whenever the thought had entered his mind, it was always followed by another; by golden hair and a creamy, porcelain-like woman whose smile would forever serve to encourage him.

“No skipping homework, huh…” Heaving out another sigh, it took the bachelor a few moments longer before he willed himself to rise; a dull ache spreading all throughout his form, with a limp following in the wake of his every step. If their session that day didn’t count as a genuine workout, then the bachelor honestly couldn’t imagine anything that would.

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“I keep telling you, there’s more going on here,” an insistent, fervent voice broke through the afternoon lull, met only by a soft snort. “It isn’t just work, you know?” Natsu Dragneel sighed, contemplating how best to convince his roommate that what he went to the club for so often wasn’t just relief.

“And I keep telling you, it’s their job to make you feel that way. Chick’s gotten laid a hundred times since last night, I bet.” Gray Fullbuster, a realist to the extreme, snorted, almost upset with his roommate’s sporadic change of heart. “You never looked at any girl at any party, no matter how little they wore, but one blowjob got you all worked up?”

Hanging high above their heads, the gleaming sunlight shone down upon the bustling streets of Magnolia, bringing with it a clarity that made their conversation stand out all the more. Between the Magnolia Economical University and their current location, the two had received more than one frantic glare from random passersby, though nonetheless, their subject had continued.

Sauntering down a particular road, both men fell into a lull of silence after a fifteen minute long discussion about the nature of Natsu’s visits to Fairy Tail, a majority of which had ended with him stumbling through the door to their dorm room late at night. Ever the supportive player, Gray peered over his shoulder, eyeing up his roommate in search of anything out of place. However, when even his inquisitive gaze found nothing of interest, the raven haired man simply sighed and changed the subject.

“There’s a bookstore further down this road. Think we can check it out first, see if they have what we need?” Returning their conversation to the point of interest of the day, Natsu’s ears perked up in response, bringing a soft, albeit well disguised smile to Gray’s lips.

Sent out into the world beyond on a task from their respective classes, Natsu and Gray had scoured a few dozen sites online, searching up information of relevance. Although their classes were different, both were given assignments that required a fair bit of research; most of which was unavailable, even online. Thus, their search was pushed beyond, out into the streets of Magnolia, in search of libraries from which their research material could be sought out.

“Who even knows!” Natus let loose another sigh, his shoulders slumping down. “We’ve already been to three libraries, none of which had the books we needed or wanted to lend them out.” Clenching down on his teeth, the pink haired bachelor had half a mind to go knock some sense into his professor, but whenever the orange haired man came to mind, another one followed suit.

“Hey, completely backtracking… Do you think Clive is a common name around here?” Locking eyes with his friend for a moment, Natus politely side stepped an oncoming civilian, letting them pass by on the right while he stepped behind his companion.

“Clive? Like the professor?” Receiving a nod in turn, Gray paused, cupped his chin gently, and spent a great deal of time in contemplation. “I’m… not sure, no. Maybe it’s more common to the west. I think he mentioned something about living all over the country, once.”

To sidetrack their one common professor, Gildarts Clive, was as simple as to walk out the door without buttoning up one’s shirt. It was an easy mistake to make, and even easier to be called out about. In their professor’s case, the man could be sidetracked by simply being asked a question.

Returning to their brisk pace down the streets, Natsu’s mind whirled. Cana Clive came to mind rather quickly, followed shortly thereafter by-

Gently coughing into the back of his fist, Natsu forcibly disregarded those thoughts, feeling his pants tightening in response to the image that entered his mind. Cana Clive, a dancer at Fairy Tail, albeit one that often appeared as naked as humanly possible, leaving everything on perfect display without so much as an ounce of modesty left in her system. That visual alone had almost made his pants uncomfortably tight.

“You okay there, hothead?” Gray shot a question across his shoulder, at last turning to pull aside the door leading into the bookstore.

It was a quaint little place, much smaller than a majority of the libraries and stores in the center of town, but nonetheless, it held its own charm. A wooden construct with varying shades along its interior, a cozy, yet unusual combination of elm and oak adorned the walls, with the most unusual birch floorboards that somehow radiated warmth. At the very entrance of the bookstore, a small counter had been set up, with a cash register, a payment terminal and a small sign that read ‘Back in five minutes.’

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, ya’ popsicle.” Growling out his retort, the pink haired bachelor gazed about the place restlessly, an elated look adorning his otherwise inquisitive features.

Stepping further through the small enclosure, the two were quickly met by a crossroads, with one path leading to the right and up a set of stairs, while the other would bring them left. Either path looked as exhilarating as the other to take, and with a brief glance thrown across each other’s shoulder, the two quickly reached a decision.

“You go left, I go right?” Gray suggested, knowing full well what he sought. “I can keep an eye up for anything relating to the subjects you need.” Nodding his head in reply, Natsu agreed, leaving the promise of whether he would do the same or not to hang in the air. If he didn’t, the rest of his time in college would be spent surviving his roommate’s rant.

“Medieval architecture and agriculture,” Gray needlessly reminded him, practically glowering from where he stood, a hand shoved down into the left pocket of his jeans. “You needed literature, specifically from before the war of fire, right?”

Blinking his eyes a handful of times, Natsu could do no more than silently nod his head; baffled beyond comparison by the fact that his friend not only remembered his subject, but the period he had decided to look up as well. The ancient war of fire went by many names, some even referred to it as Ragnarok itself, while others clambered to the fanatical belief that a human had become a dragon that yet lived, though regardless of which belief was the most accurate, the subject had intrigued him.

“I doubt anyone has any books on the war, but the dragon cults were pretty widespread. Could see if they have any old manifests or something.” With a finalized nod of his head, and a wave sent back in turn, the duo split up. Gray, for one, immediately veered right, peeking up and down along the shelves he wandered past in search of anything of relevance.

Raising his shoulders in a subtle shrug, the pinkette slowly spun around on the balls of his feet, intent to find something for himself.

Gazing out across the small space set aside for reading, a handful of small, round tables could be seen, encircled by three to four chairs per table at most. The wooden interior continued to shine through, accentuated by a few framed paintings with a myriad of rich colors used upon the canvas. What the paintings were meant to be on the other hand, was something Natsu himself could never decide on.

On his right, a few more rows of bookshelves continued, containing everything from modern literature to old fashioned bedtime stories filled with heroes and demons; some of which the pinkette vaguely recalled from his own childhood. However, regardless of where he looked, or which section of the bookstore he sauntered towards, not so much as a hint of what he sought could be found. Even the section built up around ancient literature and religious texts proved fruitless, until…

There, peering out from the top of a shelf, encased in what appeared to be a rich crimson cover, a book poked its spine out at the pink haired bachelor. Its cover was old, almost ancient in its own ways, yet the embroidered gold letters that made up its nameplate was recognizable in mere moments.

That was, of course, until a dainty hand reached up to clutch at its lower half, diligently wriggling it free from the undoubtedly tight confines that were made from the surrounding books. Right as his heart had leapt up into his throat from excitement alone, the sensation was torn from his chest. That was, of course, until his lingering gaze fell down to meet the bright eyes that stared into his; an inquisitive look adorning the young woman’s face, even as a stray strand of deep blue hair cascaded down the side of her face.

“Hey, I found it!” She called out, a shout by most standards, but her meek voice barely carried her words to where Natsu himself now stood. “But-”

Disappointed though he was, with his shoulders visibly slumping down, Natsu Dragneel donned as stoic of an expression as he could muster, preparing to explain to the girl before him that the book was hers.

“Oh, cool. I’ve been meaning to read… this…” Poking their head out from the shallow corridor of bookshelves behind the blue haired woman’s back, a mane of golden blonde hair hung down, accompanied by deep brown eyes, a pair of pink, lipstick clad lips, and a smile so radiant that Natsu himself practically staggered back.

Staring back at him, from across the shoulder of the blue haired woman whose appearance only grew more and more familiar with every passing moment, was the woman whose existence had flipped his life upside down. Long, sleek legs descended down from a bafflingly short skirt, a taut, slender stomach ascended upward, approaching a chest he knew all too well; a chest whose scent still lingered in his nose from the very night he had spent with his face buried between it.

Feeling his jaw drop, his mouth hanging open for the briefest moment, Natsu stumbled through his own mind in search of words. Something, anything that could help alleviate the situation.

“Hey man, I found this book on the second floor that might suit you, ‘bout a dragon cult and…” Jogging up to where the little standoff took place, an oblivious Gray carried a set of books in one hand, slowly turning his eyes towards the two girls across from them.

“Ah, hey. Could we have a look at that book, before you head out? The hothead needs it for some research.” While Natsu stood somewhat frozen, the girls before them were snapped back to reality, and with the most innocent smile across all four of them, Levy McGarden was the one to reply.

“Of course! If you wouldn’t mind taking me to it later, the book about the dragon cult would be an amazing read, too!” Practically bouncing on the soles of her feet from excitement alone, the blue haired woman motioned towards a nearby square shaped table, holding up the heavy looking book with her left hand.

Having used the time afforded him by his much more oblivious friend, Natsu steadied his beating heart, cast yet another glance at the blonde that awkwardly looked away, before slowly, carefully following along with the blue haired woman’s directions. She, too, was a stark contrast to the person he had seen before, though that was undoubtedly due to the fact that she wore a more modest half-dress this time. While not nearly as long as a summer dress, it’s sleek design and bright orange color still brought a small smile to Natsu’s lips.

When Levy motioned for the two boys to take a seat, she cast a glance at her blonde haired friend, awkwardly standing aside as if the mere interaction was an affront to her. “Coming, Lulu?” Tilting her head to the side, that was the only thing Levy could ask, innocently sauntering up to prod her friend in the sides of her stomach.

Slumping her shoulders after what felt like a small eternity, the blonde haired woman let loose a soft sigh, following suit shortly thereafter. Her thoughts, guarded in a way that even her roommate did not know of them, were kept hidden from her expression, reverting to the bright and bubbly mood she had had when her friend had originally asked her out.

“You two are writing a paper on the ancient war?” Levy was the first to break the ice, either ignorant of her friend’s plight, or fully prepared to help her out. With the book laid out upon the table between them, with Natsu and Gray on one end, the conversation resumed from there.

“I am,” Natsu began, reaching out to slowly flip through the index of the book shared between him and Levy. “The popsicle is focusing on architecture and agriculture.” Short and to the point, the comment lingered in the air for a moment, before Gray’s fist clashed against Natsu’s left shoulder.

“What the fire breath meant to say, is yes, we are, but we’re focusing on different parts of the world, not just the hierarchy or the mysteries of the cult.” Sending his roommate and friend a harsh glare, Gray crossed his arms along his chest, slowly focusing his gaze upon the blonde directly across from where he sat.

It took the raven haired man a moment, then another, but before long, and with an expression of pure elation, his eyebrows arose and a soft, barely noticeable blush spread out across his cheeks. “Oh.”

Through the silence that followed, a soft snort, followed by an untamed giggle, rang out from across the table. “You didn’t remember until now?” Lucy, having stayed quiet for the entirety of their encounter, questioned, reaching up with her left hand to wipe away a mirthful tear from her eye.

“Wait, so you two, and him, and you-” Pointing at the people around him in quick succession, Gray’s mind was flooded by the imagery and noises, by the rhythmic music and cries of bliss that often echoed within a particular club. At last however, his gaze fell upon Levy, the quiet, petite librarian-looking girl whose naked form had once passed him by.

Exchanging a brief, but panicked glance with his roommate, Gray reached over to playfully shake his friend, grabbing him by the front of his blazing red leather jacket to shake some sense into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Though his expression was frantic and disbelieving, the smile upon his face was unmistakable. The gesture aside, he truly didn’t mind, nor did his face betray any such emotion.

As if a flaming sledgehammer had been slammed down through the thick ice that separated their two worlds, the group fell into a companionable conversation, animatedly talking amongst themselves while Gray’s antics quieted down. Between the book laid out before them, to the subject of a dragon cult, many a subject was brought up, some of which Levy knew more about than any book could dictate, while others, Lucy Heartfilia heartily spoke about, giving Gray himself enough information about his subjects that no amount of reading would avail him any more information.

“Are you aware of how the dragon cult operated?” Levy asked after a certain time, pointedly flipping through the book she and Natsu had been after until her gleaming eyes reached its center.

Peeking up from her place beside her friend, Lucy slowly regarded Gray, sizing him up in a way that made even the raven haired bachelor flush. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not dabbling in any occult societies, present or past tense.” When Lucy’s eyes remained locked on his face however, Gray hurriedly elbowed Natsu in the ribs, snapping the pinkette back to the matter at hand with a ragged wheeze.

“The heck was that for- oh, the cult?” Blinking his eyes as rapidly as his attention shifted, Natsu’s focus fell solely upon the blue haired teen across the table, staring down into the book to where a dainty, pale finger borderline caressed the fickle paper within.

“They weren’t occult,” Levy began, pouting in Gray’s direction for a moment. “Although their hierarchy did mostly consist of women. Through ceaseless prayer and human sacrifice, the dragon cult vehemently believed that their god, Acnologia, would descend from the heavens above to bless their forms with the immortal love of dragonkind, scorching their opposition in the process.” Adding in the final bit in a matter of factly tone of voice, Levy clicked her tongue, peeking up to see the look of confusion on the raven haired male’s face.

“I… didn’t know that they dabbled in human sacrifice? Weren’t they more of a peaceful group?” Turning that question towards his friend, Natsu and Gray exchanged a look of confusion, until…

“Sex.” Lucy chimed in, slapping both guys across the face with a fact that made their eyes bulge out. “Their human sacrifice-” forming parentheses with her index and middle fingers, Lucy took over from where her friend had begun. “Consisted of throwing an initiative worshipper into the writhing masses, think of it like a religious orgy, wherein you get initiated as a fully fledged member if you can survive a few hours of non-stop sex.”

Blinking their eyes rapidly in response to the blonde haired woman’s sudden explosion of carnal wisdom, Natsu slowly turned his head towards the other woman at the table; taking particular note of how her pale cheeks burned bright with what he could only assume to be embarrassment.

“Then… if their dragon god were to descend, would they-” Even before he could finish his sentence, Lucy nodded her head solemnly, leaving the pinkette with a far deeper understanding of how the cult operated. “I don’t think I can write about that. Gildarts is chill and all, but… yeah, not sure how he’d react to a thesis about worshipping dragon cocks.”

With a start and a sputter, Lucy and Levy broke down into tiny little giggles, undoubtedly imagining the proud bachelor before them in a meeting room with a teacher they didn’t know, explaining why he had written about that particular subject.

“There’s a site online for that, you know. If you want to ride a dragon’s penis, you can just buy a toy based on one~” This time, it was Levy’s turn to drop a nugget of information, though what flooded Natsu’s mind the most was the visage of the petite woman atop a behemoth of a cock whose ridges and bumps would surely leave her womanhood agape.

Taking a moment to digest the information the both of them had received, a glance at a nearby clock brought their meeting to a hasty end. While their spare time between classes had been used to scour the city in search of any information they could find, there were other lectures to attend. Arising from his chair, Natsu was the first one to apologize for having to go, though neither one of the girls seemed to mind.

“Oh, hey! Think I could have your numbers?” When Gray motioned to leave as well, Levy’s eyes lit up; an innocent smile adorning her face, despite the aghast expression that crossed Lucy’s own face.

“What?” Levy asked rhetorically, returning Lucy’s gaze with a look of confusion. “Mira already has his number, so why not?”

Opening her mouth to reply, no sound came forth, and thus, Lucy Heartfilia sank down in her chair; a dejected sigh spilling forth from her lips when no valid reason not to came to mind. By her side, Levy pulled out her phone, quickly typing in the names Natsu and Gray, before filling in the phone numbers she received.

“There’s a thing happening at a club tomorrow, so if you’re both free, I’ll hit you up with some invitations~” Chirping out her final reply, Levy waved the two boys off with a smile; one that was returned by a set of waves of their own.
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