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In Her Element

Vivid, fleeting images danced across an easily influenced mind, shadows taking shapes, locations passing by through the window of a car, accompanied at long last by the faint sound of shoes clattering along bricks. Their expedition was one moment that Natsu Dragneel had never once dreamt about, but nonetheless, reality often came in the form of surprises.

Trudging along down an ever growing familiar path at the dead of night, the pink haired heir to a gambling fortune gazed down upon the clock strapped to his left wrist. To some, his decisions would undoubtedly come across as flawed, though to others, his choices were correct and just. However, which path anyone else would have chosen mattered little to him, what mattered, was the undeniable images that played themselves out whenever his eyelids fluttered shut.

After being borderline thrown out of the nightclub due to incessant immodesty, Cana, Loke, Gray and Levy had gone their separate ways, heading out into the bleak darkness of night in pairs of two, leaving Natsu alone with the woman he adored. The mere thought had made his chest tighten up, his throat feeling irreversibly dry, but even still, the fact of the matter remained. Clinging to his arm at the time, an intoxicated Lucy Heartfilia leaned up to press her lips against the nape of his neck.

Thinking back on it, that night had been so obscene in comparison with his every other outing that the pinkette didn’t know whether to laugh at their misfortune, or cry for being banished from yet another nightclub in lieu of his companions. Allowing himself a moment to reminisce, Natsu paused, tipping his chin upward to face the darkness of the starry sky above.

Between the nightclub itself and Lucy’s shared apartment with Levy, there wasn’t that large of a distance, but it had still taken the two an insurmountable amount of time to make it there. Fleeting touches, ravenous kisses, at one point in time, Natsu himself had been forcefully thrust up against a random person’s house; the blonde seductress’ nimble fingers began to undo the belt that held his pants in place.

Smiling softly to himself, Natsu’s palm engulfed the handle of one of Fairy Tail’s double doors, pausing as the vivid image of a half naked Lucy entered his mind anew.

Casting aside his protests, the blonde stripper had done what came naturally to her upon coming home. With a simple flick of her wrists and a gentle tug upon the straps of her maroon colored dress, the seductress grinned up at her would-be lover as her dress fell down upon the floor; pooling around her ankles as the full force of her nudity was put on display. Sleek, generous curves that descended from a set of perfectly rounded breasts, all accompanied by the pending sensation that tickled the depths of Natsu’s stomach.

Contrary to popular belief however, despite the incessant sounds that bellowed forth from the bedroom adjacent to Lucy’s own room, Natsu had chosen a different route. Easing his lover down into the comfort of their bed with a soft, caring kiss pressed down upon her forehead, the pink haired bachelor had arisen, tightened the belt around his waist once more, and with the gesture of putting aside aspirin and a water bottle, he had excused himself from the lair that was Lucy Heartfilia’s bedroom.

Heaving out a melancholic sigh where he now stood, jeans tented beyond belief, a part of him still hoped to get a proper chance like that, but if reality had taught him one thing, it was that no one received a second chance like that. Pushing his way through the protective glass doors however, his onyx eyes lit up; a pink eyebrow rising up to match the confusion of his face.

“Oh, hey! Great timing, could you help me carry these?” Mirajane Strauss, clad in naught but what appeared to be a velvety robe, turned her eyes upon the newest arrival. Without so much as a second thought, Natsu turned upon his heel, heading in the general direction of the countertop that Mirajane regularly served at…

… only to be overwhelmed by the noises he had somehow ignored.

Loud, maniacal moans echoed forth from no more than a few dozen feet away, through the opened archway leading deeper into the den of depravity that was the exclusive club, Fairy Tail. Soft wheezes for air were accompanied by matching moans, some muffled, others nonexistent at all, but nonetheless, each and every second that passed was filled with sounds that set Natsu’s nerves ablaze. Already, through the corner of his eye, the pinkette could see more than a handful of people, men and women, pressing themselves together in a variety of positions and styles.

“Uh- wasn’t there supposed to be a party?” He all but croaked, his ears taking on a faintly pink tint even as his arms reached forth to procure some of the bags that Mirajane had put forth for him.

“Mm, well, yeah. What did you expect from a brothel?” Mirajane asked in kind, answering his question with another question; one that should have had its obvious answer. “You aren’t signed up to join in, but anyone can watch, really.” Sauntering past the small counter that separated her workstation from the rest of Fairy Tail, Mirajane made her way forward, sauntering subtly while motioning for Natsu to follow along.

Blinking his eyes rapidly in response, Natsu could do little more than slowly nod his head, caught between the rock that was Mirajane’s oddly innocent expression and the impending arousal that already threatened to tear through his jeans. Sauntering past the staggering bachelor, Mirajane Strauss was the epitome of class, even in the midst of their far from innocent surroundings. She bore with her an element of authority and grace, though the vague memory of the outfit she had worn when they first met lingered within his mind. Straps that left nothing to the imagination, but somehow still heightened any and all patron’s hopes.

Snapping his eyes wide awake, the pinkette turned his gaze up, staring through the opened archway leading directly into the heart of Fairy Tail. Caught up in the midst of his own thoughts, Mirajane had already made her way past the curtains that hid the very edges of the archway, leaving naught but a particularly notable woman, naked from head to toe, in his field of view; Bisca, if memory served him. A long mane of flowing green hair hung down along the length of her back, wavy and silky in ways that most women would die to have, though the sight that followed made even Natsu’s eyebrows knit themselves together. Two men were occupied with her, one whose hands were borderline molesting the fairy’s breasts, whilst the other was far too preoccupied with not depositing their load down the woman’s throat.

Taking one tentative step forward, another followed suit, joined by a third and forth until Natsu’s onyx eyes once more found themselves upon the familiar form of Mirajane Strauss. Already, the white haired matron had reached a small oval table set aside for innumerable supplies, sorting through the contents of her bag before at long last turning her gaze upon the slowly approaching pinkette.

“You can just pour it out over here,” Mira began, waving a long, manicured finger in the general direction of a set of toys and several dozen bottles of lube. “If you feel the need, you can always take some for yourself as well~” Tittering happily where she stood, Mirajane’s hands reached up to undo a silken sash that went around her waist, easing the robe she wore aside with Natsu no more than a foot away.

Smooth, creamy flesh exposed itself before his famished eyes, a set of breasts so soft that even the clouds in the heavens above would feel stiff in comparison. No sooner than the robe had been dismantled, a man appeared by the matron’s side; his hands reaching up to grab the breasts that Natsu could only imagine around his groin. Mira, on her end, did little more than let loose a purr of satisfaction, allowing herself to be whisked away into a smaller group of men with a female patron on the floor. For the briefest second, Natsu’s eyes scanned through the gathered crowd, spotting more than a few women whose faces were twisted with blissful agony from the skilled tongues of the fairies.

Setting aside the supplies as per his instructions, Natsu chanced a peek down into the bag he had carried there, paling for the briefest moment by what met his gaze. Had anyone told him the ingenuity of which toy makers possessed, he might have shrugged them off before that day, but no longer.

Scattered throughout the room, a handful of furniture was moved around to better accommodate the spectacle taking place that night. While a majority of the lounge chairs were still in their rightful places, a few couches had been procured, along with two mattresses for some of the employees to enjoy themselves on. Spotting a free couch to his left, bereft of any stains from previous occupants, Natsu allowed himself to settle down there; eyes wide in search of the one he sought.

Amidst the ocean of bodies laid bare before him and a dozen others’ eyes, the mane of spun gold that his eyes craved was a simple enough person to find; caught in the midst of what appeared to be a very thorough blowjob. Taut, creamy flesh jiggled in time with the uneven spasms of her lover, a man whose brown, rugged hair shook in time with his ragged breathing.

What she did mattered little, for the mere sight of her head bobbing up and down was enough to make the bachelor’s jeans tighten up.

To the side, Bisca had finished off with her partners in crime, relieving the two that had pummeled away at her holes while sinking down onto her knees to serve a third. Absent-mindedly, as Natsu’s ravenous eyes once more feasted upon the woman’s curvaceous form, he paused upon reaching Bisca’s feet. A set of brown cowboy boots adorned her legs, covering up everything below her shins in the tanned leather; an odd choice of legwear for a brothel, but the sight made him smile nonetheless.

When some finished up, another followed suit, stepping in to pleasure the women all across the floor regardless of who had been where before. The floor of the stage itself remained as clean as ever before, and with only a handful of condoms laid about, the pinkette had no doubt that some allowed their patrons to finish inside.

Staring straight ahead however, the irreplaceable view of golden hair and a curvaceous figure caught his gaze once more, dragging it away from the cowgirl whose lips were captured by a man with a rugged mane of onyx hair. Heaving out an audible breath of air, Lucy Heartfilia’s head pulled away from the stranger before her; a thin string of saliva and sperm connecting her pink, plump lips to the cock that hadn’t wilted in the slightest. The stranger however, did little more than stagger back, a hand falling down upon the edges of the grand stage to catch his breath.

Only then, when the temptress’ smile shone brighter than ever before, did their eyes lock onto one another. For a moment, she froze, sitting still even as another man settled down behind her back; a hand reaching up to caress one of Lucy’s breasts. His face was obscured, hidden behind the mane of glowing hair that shone from the light of the stage, but nonetheless, his strong, veiny hands greedily pawed away at Lucy’s chest. Yet, the stripper’s gaze was fastened solely upon the pinkette, who in turn stared only at her.

How long the two of them sat like that, caught up in an awkwardly tense moment, unable to so much as blink in fear of dispelling the other’s consideration, Natsu did not know, but when the dull hue of a song he swore he recognized returned, his mind was made up. With slow, purposeful motions, the pink haired bachelor gently nodded his head, sending Lucy the most genuine, welcoming smile he could muster, all the while retaining her gaze. It wasn’t much, nor did he know if that was what made it awkward for the dancer, but the moment a smile crept up along his lips, it felt as if the haze that surrounded the two of them dispersed.

Turning her head aside with a smile of her own, Lucy Heartfilia welcomed the man that had patiently awaited her acknowledgement, shuffling around where she sat, on her knees upon an ocean of blankets, until her hairless slit hovered above the patron’s cock. One hand fell down to guide its swollen tip towards her entrance, the other slid down to support and balance herself off of the patron’s thigh, but all the while, her deep, dark brown orbs remained locked on Natsu Dragneel’s tented jeans.

When the patron’s cock slid through the velvety lips of Lucy’s slit, Natsu was forced to avert his gaze; if only just to refrain from cumming on the spot. The temptation to undo his pants was great, and with a glance across the room, a most elated look overtook his features.

Throughout the myriad of booths and chairs that were haphazardly moved around in preparation for the party, a handful of the patrons had undone their pants, some of which were rather lazily stroking their own cocks, while others simply squirmed in their chairs. For a moment, the temptation to join the depraved in their endeavors resurfaced within his mind, but as soon as the thought slithered in, his eyes were drawn elsewhere once more.

Sauntering towards the couch wherein he sat with an arm held down by the waist of a man, a far too familiar figure greeted him with a smile. Slender, petite proportions, budding, perky breasts and a taut, bubbly butt drew in his gaze, as naked as her colleagues and twice as playful.

“Glad you could make it tonight~” Levy’s smooth, velvety voice chimed through the cacophony of moans and groans that enveloped the brothel as a whole. “I hope this is to your liking?” Tittering, the blue haired woman turned her head in the direction of her male partner, motioning for him to sit down on the opposite edge from Natsu.

“It’s definitely… different.” The bachelor replied, warily eyeing up the surprisingly chiseled male that made himself comfortable in the couch; his cock exposed and throbbing, slick with lube. “Does this happen often?”

Craning his neck to stare up at Levy’s face, Natsu’s eyes grew wide when, instead of settling down in the middle of her partner and friend, the blue haired woman simply lowered herself down onto his lap; her pristine, seemingly underused pussy stretching out around her lover’s cock in a way that made the bulge within his pants throb once more.

“Eh, it’s more like a- aah- once a month thing, y’know?” Levy’s voice faltered, a faint moan spilling forth from her lips when her partner’s hands enveloped her slender waist. “These guys are pretty pent up, so we usually get a few rounds each.” Shuddering atop her lover’s lap, Levy relaxed her body as much as she could, heaving out a breathless little whine when the grasp around her waist tightened up.

Before his unblinking eyes, the man beneath the blue haired seductress began to lift her up, dragging Levy’s pussy up along the length of his cock, so much so that, from where Natsu sat, every little inch of the man’s cock was exposed. Then, before the stripper and whore could even moan, gravity did what it did best, dropping Levy directly down onto her lover’s lap once more. It felt crude and inappropriate in a way that he could not explain, but from where he sat, the pleasure that coursed through his friend’s veins was as apparent as the agony his dick was forced to suffer through.

Up and down, slowly dragging Levy off of his dick, then dropping it back down so that the dancer’s head rolled back with a silent cry upon her lips. With every little drop, Natsu’s eyes zeroed in on Levy’s body as a whole, taking note of every little ripple, every convulsion that coursed through her veins, every-

“Not really my thing to be dissected, sorry,” the sound of a man’s booming voice rang out at last, snapping Natsu free from his stupor. “I’ll take this one with me.” Blinking, Natsu’s mind ground to a halt, a myriad of questions coursing through his mind, though none were voiced in time. With a force that made the muscles of his thighs ripple, the man arose from his seat, Levy’s slender form still pierced upon his dick, but with yet another show of force, the muscular man’s hands slid down, shifting his grip away from Levy’s waist and down towards her legs. Without so much as another word, the duo wandered back into the crowd; Levy’s faint moans and blissful whimpers resounded through the crowd as her lithe body was raised and dropped down upon her lover’s cock.

Heaving out a ragged breath of air, the pinkette’s eyebrows furrowed themselves together; a twinge of his left arm sent him dangerously close to unzip his pants where he sat. Yet somehow, some small smidgen within himself paused at the thought of touching himself there. Had he fallen so far that the sight of a woman would make him masturbate in public? A very naked, very attractive woman…

Following the pathway of the man that had wandered off with Levy as a sex doll, Natsu’s gaze lingered, pausing as a scene unlike the others laid itself bare before his eyes. A woman he knew he had seen before, beyond the walls of the exclusive club that was Fairy Tail, practically bounced up and down upon the balls of her feet in anticipation of something that Natsu had not overheard. She, too, was petite, lithe and slender in a way that made her bubbly rear stand out all the more. Although, if that alone had been what made him pause, then the bachelor would have truly lost himself to lust.

Lisanna, he vaguely recalled, Mirajane Strauss’ younger sister. Throwing her arms up above her head, the youngest Strauss jumped up off of her feet, embraced by a particularly handsome man with her pristine pussy happily grinding down against his girthy cock. Right as he turned his head aside to check up on another one of the fairies however, a woman made her way towards the duo; one hand circling around Lisanna’s slender waist while the other reached up to fondly cup the white haired dancer’s right breast.

The couple kissed, their tongues danced alongside one another, and Lisanna, the innocent little dancer caught in the crossfire, bore the most devious grin known to man. Had he not known any better, then Natsu would have wholeheartedly believed that Lisanna was the source of the ongoing orgy, craving the attention it brought as sustenance.

When the woman at the rear relinquished her hold on her lover’s lips, her hands fell down to adorn the dancer’s hindquarters. Soft, soothing touches, a faint caress, and a thumb that found its way towards Lisanna’s backdoor, all of which took place in the blink of an eye. Had it not been so sensual, then Natsu himself would have torn his eyes away. Yet, when the man that held Lisanna in place began to move, the pinkette’s eyes widened whilst a soft sigh of relief spilled forth from his lips.

Acting on instinct alone, the faint sound of a zipper being undone echoed throughout the room; drowned out by the cacophony of moans that spilled forth from the other side of the room.

Only then, only when his jeans were shrugged down along his legs, only when his boxers, stretched beyond belief by the bulge within, were pulled down, did Lisanna’s cry of bliss reach Natsu’s ears. The man whose chest she so desperately clung to had at long last pressed the swollen tip of his dick against the temptress’ pussy, easing it inside while throwing his head back from the pleasure alone. Behind Lisanna’s back, the curvaceous woman there had stepped aside, returning with a strap-on in hand and a devious smile upon her lips. Faintly, Natsu took note of its shape, bulbous in thickness with small bumps along its shaft, though where the tip was aimed, the pink haired bachelor could only praise. If Lisanna’s womanhood was viewed as the epitome of tightness, then the backdoor of her bubbly butt would be nothing short of suffocating.

Soft, faint waves of bliss coursed through his veins, conjured forth by a familiar motion; a hand stroking up and down in time with the subtle beat of a song. His eyes were glued to the scene before him, unblinking as Lisanna’s petite form was assaulted from the front and the back, a duette of lovers with a tasty treat in between.

With a start, Natsu’s head tipped back, a soft grunt spilling forth from his lips when his thumb began to rub circles around the tip of his hypersensitive dick. Lisanna Strauss was in his bloody class!

Violently shaking his head where he sat, the images began to flood his mind anew, the thoughts of a young, innocent woman with a book clutched to her chest after each and every lecture. However, that image was shattered when the woman standing behind the seductress’ back slid her strap-on in, causing Lisanna’s teeth to sink down into her bottom lip.

Shuddering where he sat, Natsu forced his eyes away from the delectable treat that played itself out before him, reluctant to condition his mind to imagine all women as secret prostitutes. Instead, his gaze traveled further down the line, past an offshoot of men and women that enjoyed themselves without a fairy, until his eyes fell down upon a woman on the floor, as curvaceous as they would come, clad in a green corset with purple strings and a flourish of lace along the top. Evergreen, a name he had originally assumed to be a stage name, but over his many visits there, Mirajane had assured him that none of the dancers’ names were stage names.

While some parts of the group of people before him were extreme and erratic, the duo before him now seemed almost normal in comparison. A man whose large, muscular arms held Evergreen’s legs down caressed his lover from above, a short mane of pitch black hair standing upright in a series of rugged spikes, though not at all in the manner where people groomed their hair to be edgy. Slow, rhythmic thrusts caused the prostitute’s breasts to jiggle, accompanied by soft, wanton moans of pleasure as Evergreen’s fingers curled up on the floor. Despite the sporadic nature of hosting an orgy, no matter where Natsu saw, a smile could be found on every man and woman’s face; some were wide, while others were…

Pausing his thoughts abruptly, a woman whose figure he had witnessed first hand came sauntering towards the relaxed woman on the floor, a black leash in hand and a devilish look upon her features. Shivering in place, Natsu’s hand began to pump harder, faster, ignorant of the dark brown eyes that lingered upon his form.

Tugging upon a short leash, Mirajane Strauss’ curvaceous figure sashayed its way towards Evergreen’s upper half, bringing with her a man whose face was obscured by a blindfold and a ball gag. How the man in question saw a thing, Natsu did not know, but dangling between his legs as well, a thick, veiny cock bobbed in time with the forceful pace of his crawl; a testimony that some things truly were extreme, even in the midst of such a normal couple.

What it was that Mirajane said, Natsu did not know, but the moment his eyes began to roam up and down the length of Mira’s form, the white haired proprietress turned her gaze towards him in kind. It was a long, cold stare, but with their eyes locked onto one another, the white haired woman lowered herself down upon her knees, enveloping Evergreen’s head between the tight confines that were her creamy thighs. All at once, Evergreen’s body began to squirm, her back arched itself as her breasts pressed up against Mirajane’s thighs, but all the while, the man whose cock was buried to the depths of Evergreen’s pussy remained inside.

Absent-mindedly, Natsu’s eyes flickered over to the side, to take in the fact that there was one whose cock was not sated. Yet, no sooner than he glanced over did he see a handful of things.

Mirajane and Evergreen alike tended to the blindfolded man. The former chose her pet’s chest and face, alternating between caressing his face and teasing his nipples. Evergreen however, had located a far more traditional place. With slow, tentative motions, the brown haired fairy stroked Mirajane’s friend’s cock, twisting and turning her hand along the dick while rubbing her thumb along his precum smeared tip whenever her fingers paused. From where he sat, dumbfounded, stroking his cock to a show that surpassed all the porn in the world, Natsu’s breath came forth as shallow, ragged gasps.

Had he not forcibly turned his gaze aside, then the pinkette might very well have climaxed then and there. No, he needed something different, someone else. That someone presented herself rather plainly, laid down upon the very edge of the stage with her legs flung across a woman’s shoulders; a rather sizable purple strap-on forcing its way into the very depths of Erza Scarlet’s asshole. Again, his breathing hitched, his hand paused in its seemingly unending chore of masturbation, but this time, the thought that crossed his mind only made his balls tighten up.

As far as he had seen, it was almost as if all the fairies working there had positioned themselves in a way that would permit him to see every little detail. Naturally, as soon as the thought arose, Natsu banished it to the back of his mind. There were other spectators, some of which had already finished, while others held on for dear life in the face of the onslaught of lewdness before them.

What set Erza’s position apart from the rest was undoubtedly her adaptability, working away in the most unusual position with ease. Although her back was pressed down into the floor of the center stage, her hands were anything but idle, presently pleasuring a couple with each hand. Another woman had found herself on Erza’s right, squirming and moaning in time with the redhead’s dexterous fingers, though on the other side, a dick occupied her hand. Above her head however, another man had positioned himself, furiously pummeling the redhead’s face in a way that made her body as a whole shake in time with his thrusts. How long they could last, and how long they had gone, Natsu did not know, but nonetheless, his gaze lingered there.

The more people surrounded a woman, the less his gaze could remain in place, and in the case of Erza Scarlet, his onyx eyes wandered off as quickly as they had arrived. As far as he knew, from the brief overview he had of Fairy Tail’s employees, the only ones that remained were-

“Phew! I swear, this really hits a spot you can’t reach often~” A loud, rambunctious voice snapped Natsu back to reality, accompanied by the soft squeak of a couch as a weight was dropped down upon it by his side. As his eyes swiveled to the left, a lightly tanned arm was leisurely flung across the back of the sofa, and with it, a pair of large, fully rounded breasts were put on display.

A wide, toothy grin accompanied the soothing voice, though when his gaze fell down upon the breasts no more than a foot to his left, the woman in question only stood out all the more.

Cana was, without a doubt, the woman he had seen naked the most, despite never being with her in private. Be it a lap dance or a strip tease, the chocolate haired woman was always the first one to strip fully, and had it not been for Fairy Tail’s preference of teasing, then the woman would undoubtedly have spent the entirety of her day naked.

What stood out that day however, was the thick, almost abnormal coating of cum that adorned the woman’s breasts, covering her skin in streaks as more than a dozen loads had been dumped upon her form. Briefly, Natsu’s eyes rolled down, confirming that her thighs, as well as her shaven, blatantly exposed pussy, oozed with cum as well.

“Ya just don’t get this kinda thrill without at least a good gang,” Cana continued, smiling to herself as a few men grinned her way. “Glad to see ya here, by the way. Hope this hasn’t freaked you out too much?” Even as the two of them spoke, the familiar face of Jellal Fernandez approached from the side, silently handing Cana a mug of golden liquid while tipping his head to Natsu in a greeting; either ignoring the bachelor’s exposed groin or being so used to the sight that he couldn’t so much as react anymore.

Having accepted the offered mug, Cana raised it high, heaving down a mighty mouthful of what Natsu presumed to be ale before letting loose a sigh of relief. Seated upon the couch, no more than a few inches away from him, the faint lighting of the room only served to enhance the splatters of white that covered her form. Up along the sides of her face, across both of her voluptuous breasts, down the lengths of a flat, toned stomach…

… and true to his gaze, when Natsu’s eyes fell down to inspect his acquaintance’s womanhood, his hand began to move anew. Somewhere in the back of his head, the bachelor knew that Cana didn’t care about who came where, opting instead to wear her lovers’ cum like badges of honor.

“Want a towel?” He spoke up at last, subconsciously reaching a hand towards the table off to the right, while Cana herself enjoyed her drink. When her curious, inquisitive eyes fell upon his hand however, Natsu could do little more than heave in a breath of air.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer though,” tipping the wooden mug of ale all the way up, Cana Clive devoured what was left of her ale, rising up onto her feet once more with a gleeful look upon her face. “I owe ya a video by the way, so check your phone tonight~”

Gazing up at her with a dazed look upon his face, Natsu opened his mouth, aiming to ask the dancer what she meant, before snapping it shut. Without so much as a second thought on her behalf, Cana sauntered back into the slowly diminishing crowd of people, waving her arms left and right to bring over a few couples that hadn’t had a go with her. The last thing on his mind was the sight of her round, toned booty, swaying gently with her every step, before disappearing behind-

Heaving in a ragged gasp, Natsu Dragneel’s onyx eyes fell down upon the woman of his dreams once more, wheezing audibly as the hand wrapped around his cock furiously milked his length. Seated atop the lap of a man, a set of dark brown eyes shone with wanton glee, ogling him and him alone as his fingers caressed the thick, throbbing length of his cock. Either hand was put to use, outstretched, stroking a set of cocks belonging to men that Natsu himself could hardly care to notice. Yet, what shook him the most was undoubtedly the woman herself.

Beneath the faint lighting above, the dim sheen that was a layer of cum and sweat painted a picture beyond words, putting everything the dancer had on display and then some. Perfectly rounded breasts jiggled ever so slightly, heaving up and down in time with her subtle breathing. The twin peaks that were her nipples stood out the most, causing Natsu’s own eyes to quiver in response, all the while attempting to stave off the inevitable rush of blissful warmth that pulsed within his swollen balls.

Yet, when at long last his eyes adapted to the sight, the pink haired bachelor could take in her predicament in full. Surrounding the blonde haired angel that was Lucy Heartfilia, a man occupied each of her arms, another was laid down upon the floor, with a third pulling her head to the side to make her suck them dry. Two others stood behind the seductress’ back, jerking themselves off while caressing her creamy, spotless skin. Another was situated on his knees, grinding his dick against Lucy’s thigh while waiting for a chance to sink deep into her cunt.

With his eyes fastened upon their private little orgy, two of the men surrounding the blonde came, dousing Lucy’s hands with their cum before stepping aside to rest. Almost as if on command, the one that had previously occupied the blonde’s pussy, laid out upon the floor, arched his back, bottoming out completely inside of Lucy’s cunt while muttering something that Natsu could only envision as a climax. Somewhere in the back of his head, he imagined himself in the man’s place, upon the floor, suffering the wrath of what could only be depicted as a velvety vice around his dick.

When his mind was overwhelmed by the thought of being with her once more, a fourth orgasm washed over the blonde, this one being the one whose dick was pressed up against Lucy’s cheek from inside. It couldn’t have been the largest load, but nonetheless, she drank it heartily. On Natsu’s behalf, his mind could only comprehend the act of being there himself, and as if to supplement that thought, his own hand sped up its ruthless thrusts all the more.

Before his unblinking eyes, Lucy’s pink, plump lips parted ways, a series of words forming as she arose from the man that tried to pull out from the depths of her velvety slit. Across the space that separated the two of them, the words she spoke did not reach, but when the couple behind her back exchanged a gleeful gaze, Natsu himself could do little more than heave out a wheeze.

Rising up onto her feet after who knew how long she had been on the floor, Lucy Heartfilia raised her arms skyward, stretching out in a way that put her generous curvature on display. A slim, toned stomach arched itself back, pressing her natural breasts up in a way that made her nipples stand out all the more. Behind the seductress’ back, one of the two men stepped closer, one hand winding itself around the blonde’s chest while the other slid down to caress her bubbly rear.

The man in front, now much more comfortable with the concept of finally being with the blonde seductress, pressed himself flush against her form; his lips diving down to press a trail of fleeting kisses along the blonde’s neck. As if in synch, the man behind her back reached down to Lucy’s left leg forward, followed by the one up front sliding down to raise her leg skyward, angling it in a way that left her womanhood, pristine and glistening with an abundance of arousal, on full display for the lingering spectators to see. To Natsu in particular, the mere sight and the knowledge of what would come, stole his breath away, accompanied by waves of warmth that threatened to eternally stain his shirt if his hand did not line his cock up appropriately.

When at long last their time had come however, and without so much as a moment’s ceremony or foreplay, the two men at Lucy Heartfilia’s back and front leapt forth; their cocks sliding past the outward facade, sinking deep within the dancer’s welcoming holes with a series of moans spilling forth from their lips in unison. The one behind the blonde’s back seemed to struggle the most, his brown eyebrows furrowed tightly together whilst his teeth were clenched shut, persevering through the unfathomable tightness that was Lucy’s somehow still tight backdoor.

On the front end however, the man there, a middle aged fellow with silver colored hair, had a much easier time bottoming out, slowly building himself a rhythm of easing out, before thrusting back into the very depths of Lucy’s womanhood. Which one was bigger, Natsu did not know, nor could his eyes ever leave the blonde’s groin, held steadfast in place as his own hand hammered away at his protruding dick.

The motion of the two men turned into a sensual blitz when the one inside of Lucy’s rear eventually found his place, turning into a strange brawl where one man would pull out, while the other pushed in, then somehow, the two would change up their pace in what appeared to be perfect unison. Wild, erratic thrusts, slow, sensual pummeling, a rhythm that Natsu’s mind could barely comprehend, but one that Lucy herself was caught off guard by nonetheless.

Past the perfectness that was her pale, hairless groin, up along the toned stomach that his fingers had caressed both before and after their time in bed, beyond the valley that was her breasts, up and up, Natsu’s eyes trailed, until at last, his lips fell agape. Surrounded by nothing but the eternal pounding of flesh against flesh and conversations that erred on the side of indecent, the music in the background faded away into nothingness, leaving only him and her, eyes locked, lips agape, a plethora of moans spilling forth from Lucy’s throat.

Only then did his ears pick them up, only then did his eyes take in the beauty that was Lucy Heartfilia, and as the dancer’s leg was raised skyward, as her upper body was eased to the side, Natsu Dragneel’s breath exploded forth from within his lungs.

Quick, sporadic thrusts up into the hollow of his hand followed suit, a ragged gasp for air echoed forth from his parted lips. Waves of warmth, enclosed in the form of liquid, erupted forth from the very tip of his dick, splashing out across what little was exposed of his groin before splattering against his shirt and chin. Yet, the only thing that wouldn’t close were his eyes, eyes that unblinkingly looked ahead, staring up into the visage that was Lucy Heartfilia’s naked body being fucked asunder from the back and front alike. Soft, womanly moans spilled forth from her lips in time with the ruthless rut of her lovers, and when at last his eyesight darkened, the only thing that remained within his mind was the image of her.

Darkness closed in on him from the sides of his peripheral vision, enveloping the club around him in its entirety, leaving only her as the beacon of light in an impenetrable darkness. Only her, only Lucy Heartfilia, remained within his mind as his lungs fought desperately for air.
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