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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: We've done this dance a few too many times, but here we are again, with the latest chapter of Fae Tales. This time however, I actually don't have more chapters written! This is as caught up as everyone else is, be it on Patreon or whoever just asks me if they can have a look in private, because I cannot be asked to make a separate document just to let someone read a teaser. Originally, I had planned to post this sometime ago, but real life caught up with me and sort of locked me up at home for a week...
Anyway, for now, enjoy the current newest chapter of Fae Tales, featuring a new surprise... just, uh, don't read the title if you want that to be kept as a surprise xP
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New Partners

Soft hues of vibrant music reverberated throughout the dark enclosure of a rapidly familiarized entryway, thumping through the walls despite the bass being dialed all the way down. Faint lights glimmered through an open archway, heightening the expectations for one of many regular patrons. Striding through those doors brought with it a sense of familiarity now, far unlike the oh so dreadful awkwardness that had driven him to ponder whether or not this place was for him at all.

Sauntering forth with slow, confident steps, a pink haired, shirt clad student made his way through the double doors that served as the entrance to his every dream. Housed within the small reception hall, the white haired proprietress resided, practically obscured by a figure Natsu could only assume to be that of a bodyguard. A tall, muscled man leisurely spoke with the white haired entertainer, chiseled in ways that made even Natsu feel small, adorned by what could only be a set of wild tribal tattoos along his arms, halfway hidden by a dark blue singlet that bulged out beneath the force that was his upper body. Short, spiky blonde hair arose from his head, and as Natsu made his way past with an arm raised in greeting, both Mirajane and her current conversationalist turned to look his way; a smile on the proprietress’ face and a cold, yet somewhat welcoming glare upon the blonde’s features.

Weeks had come and gone since his original journey into the hot spring hidden beneath the floor, though in that time, his presence within the club had been astronomical. What had once been a matter of finding relief had evolved, turning into something along the lines of an everyday affair, always with his favorite girl. Be it in the middle of the night or at the height of a school day, Natsu Dragneel had sought out the warm, welcoming embrace that came whenever Lucy Heartfilia’s arms loosely wrapped themselves around his neck.

Stepping past the threshold that separated the modesty of Mirajane’s most frequent workplace from the depravity held within however, the pink haired bachelor’s eyes lit up with unrestrained marvel.

Swaying back and forth along a brass pole on the center of the stage, a tall, yet curvaceous woman showcased her flexibility, grasping the pole with one hand while winding a knee around it at a lower point. Long, mesmerizing scarlet colored hair fluttered through the air with her each and every move, and as the newly arrived bachelor made his way towards the seats that faced the stage directly, his onyx eyes shone with amusement and adoration alike. Erza Scarlet was, without so much as a fraction of a doubt, a woman whose sleek, elegant figure stole the breath away from many a man. Smooth and toned, well endowed and structured, her every move left a bulge in its wake.

On more than one occasion, the pinkette had wanted to wave his hand in her general direction, to ask the redhead for a private dance and then some, but whenever the urge arose, his gaze inevitably wandered towards the blue haired bartender on the side. During his time in the hot spring beneath the first floor, Erza herself had confirmed that she and Jellal had been there the longest, though what, exactly, the two shared, he truly did not know.

“Hey hotshot~” A silky voice rang out from the side, accompanied by a hand leisurely gliding along his shoulders from left to right. Turning his head aside to take in the view that met him there, Natsu practically growled where he sat, taking in the majesty that was Lisanna Strauss, clad as a waitress in a far too short skirt. Whether it was a part of the job or not, he truly did not know, but the ladies that walked the floor would bring about a round of drinks on occasion.

Returning his glimmering gaze to the center of the stage once more, Natsu’s eyes grew wide as Erza, seemingly unbothered by the act, changed her grip upon the pole, holding onto the brass pole with both hands while slowly, leisurely tipping backward. With her bountiful, unblemished body put on display beneath a set of crimson colored lingerie that left more on display than it hid, the dancer spun around, crouching down upon the floor with her knees spread far apart, rewarding her onlookers with a warm smile before her singular visible eye flirtatiously winked in someone else’s direction.

A regular client, Natsu presumed, a thought that was rewarded near instantly as the dancer sauntered her way back down the catwalk. Every light was upon her form, highlighting her figure even beyond what her act onstage had done, though not once did Natsu’s eyes stray far from the entertainer’s rear. Bubbly and tight, Erza Scarlet was without a doubt blessed in more ways than one, boasting a butt so springy that it would undoubtedly rebound any hand that tried to spank it along the way.

By the time the bachelor’s gaze snapped up from the fluttering drapes that separated the front of the stage from a small area reserved for the dancers of the night, the scarlet haired entertainer had made her way onto the floor. True to his previous observation, the hands held out to signal their interest were graciously declined as, without so much as a glance in his direction, the redhead settled herself upon a young man’s lap; lace clad groin hovering no more than an inch above his crotch, whilst her bountiful breasts jiggled before her client’s face. Strong, practiced thrusts and twists commenced what would undoubtedly be the lap dance of the century for her young client, and briefly, Natsu himself entertained the thought of whether or not to ask the redhead for a dance.

Furrowing his eyebrows for the briefest moment, the bachelor’s eyes wandered further down the central hub, gliding past the pristine booty put on display by Erza’s act before at long last finding his favorite girl. Left in much the same state of dress as her red haired colleague, there she was, exposed, a soothing smile upon her pink, plump lips, seated atop another man’s lap with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. A brown haired man that didn’t appear to be any older than Natsu himself was caressing what had become Natsu’s favorite rear, a hand on each cheek as Lucy herself did little more than giggle in response.

Be it via text messages after work and during school, or during his time there before and after various encounters, the pinkette had become personally acquainted with a handful of the girls. Cana was, without a doubt, the one that flirted most, oftentimes asking the pinkette out for a little fun, to which his ever growing libido had been oh so tempted to say yes on more occasions than one. Levy, unlike her brown haired colleague, was more so someone that might suddenly text him to talk, seldom about work and more often about college related matters. Lucy however, was different. From school related subjects to what they had for dinner, anything and everything could be discussed without so much as a care in the world and that was something Natsu had come to love. It was by Lucy’s own urging that he appeared that night, knowing full well that she was taken in more ways than one.

Already, from where he sat, the telltale signs of the golden haired entertainer’s ass being constantly spanked radiated off of her ass, going so far that Natsu himself might have thought that a hand print could be seen. Although, that might simply have been a trick of the light.

Tilting his head aside when Lucy turned her head to the side, Natsu faintly waved his hand her way, a ghost of a smile upon his lips when she did little more than smile in return. Even now, his body practically ached to be with her, to hold her in his embrace and to sink his cock into the very depths of her womb, but alas, even he knew that interrupting someone else’s time would likely get him thrown out. With that thought firmly held within his mind, and with a finger raised toward the ever attentive bartender, a drink was soon ordered and sent his way.

With a start, the sound of a homely, western tune snapped Natsu free from his musings, causing a broader smile to break out upon his lips despite his best efforts to suppress it. The song was a country classic with a female lead singer, and just in time for the vocals to pop up, the curtains in the back were pushed aside and Bisca Connell appeared within the limelight that was the subdued gleam from small bulbs within the catwalk floor.

Smooth, purposeful and long strides carried her down the length of the catwalk, drawing in the eyes of everyone present; save for those whose laps were already occupied. A shake of wide, matronly hips caused Natsu’s eyebrows to raise, while many others simply squirmed where they sat, blatantly visible from the corner of his eye. Yet, only when the green haired, leather clad cowgirl reached the pole did the rhythmic beats of the song pick up.

Unlike the redhead he had practically walked in on, clad in nothing more than a swimsuit for the utmost exposure, Bisca herself had gone a step above and beyond. From a pair of dark brown boots that rose all the way up to the very underside of her knees, past the wide expanse that was her smooth, creamy thighs, up towards a leather skirt with visible stitching along its left flank, the woman before them brought with her the look of a rancher incarnate.Held captive by a black bra with gold trims around it, her breasts jiggled freely, plainly visible despite the dancer’s best efforts to cover herself up. However, before he could so much as trail his eyes skyward, the dancer before him made her move.

Casting out a hand to grasp the pole itself, Bisca Connell spun around, sinking down into a crouch that caused her tanned leather skirt to hike up; revealing the bubbly booty beneath along with the very bottom of a thong. From her place upon the floor, the dancer spun anew, pushing herself up while wrapping a leg loosely around the brass pole itself, hooking her knee on it while supporting herself by gripping the pole much higher up.

The performance they received was unlike that of a traditional strip tease, nor was it a show that a majority of the crowd could comprehend. Motions akin to a long lost martial art appeared, coupled with a purposeful display that left her generous assets on display, though before long, a move that Natsu himself had vaguely seen before appeared.

With a slow, purposeful stride that put her thighs and boots on full display, Bisca swirled around, squatting down upon the scene with her knees spread far apart. Seemingly out of nowhere, a rope was procured, held tight by both of the dancer’s hands to function as a simple support while her booty sank lower and lower, spreading her knees further and further apart. Only then, when the treasure beneath her skirt was put on display in spite of the darkly colored thong that clung onto her womanhood, did Natsu dare to turn his head upward.

A pair of warm, soothing black eyes were fastened on him, accompanied by a smile so affectionate and motherly that it made the pinkette squirm where he sat.

Their exchange lasted naught more than a moment, so quick in fact that Natsu himself could hardly decide whether it happened at all, for the moment his attention returned, the show itself had drawn to a close. Sauntering away at a leisurely pace, his eyes followed her motions down to the last, so much so that, when a soft cough from the side resounded, the bachelor practically bolted upright in his chair from where he had subconsciously leaned aside.

“Your drink,” one of the few masculine voices within the club commented, handing the bachelor a low glass filled to the brim with a golden brown liquid. “Bisca rarely takes on lap dances, but she might for you.” Tipping his head in a silent affirmation that his work was done, the toned bartender that was Jellal Fernandez wandered off anew, leaving Natsu with a confused look upon his face.

To say that some people were lackluster in regards to conversations was one thing, but whenever his eyes hovered towards the curvaceous woman on his left, he could almost understand why. What he meant by Bisca specifically accepting a lap dance if it was him however, the pinkette hardly understood.

A moment went by, a stretch of silence while the crowd undoubtedly awaited the next person set to commence their routine, but his gaze didn’t so much as linger upon the stage. To the far left, the one and only woman whose attention he always craved arose from the booth her client had occupied; a flirtatious, wide brimmed smile upon her lips as she walked beside her client towards a private room. He himself knew that this was her job, as they had discussed on more occasions than one, though not once had she admitted to liking most of her clientele. Peering past the glorious view that was Erza Scarlet gyrating her hips against a client’s obvious bulge, the pinkette’s eyes zeroed in on Lucy and Lucy alone, watching her until, with what could only be described as a disappointed pout, the blonde haired beauty disappeared through an open archway whose destination he was intimately familiar with.

“Is this lap taken, hotshot?” A question arose, faint and seductive, barely loud enough for Natsu to hear, but still vibrant enough for him to snap his head back around.

With Lucy Heartfilia’s curvaceous, yet somehow slender form fastened within his mind, Natsu’s eyes widened, his jaw went slack for the briefest moment, as the woman before him simply smiled down at him from up high. The very woman whose curvaceous, matronly form had gyrated against the brass pole on stage no more than a few minutes before stood still, a hand upon her hip, a wry, playful smile stretched out across her lips. In a matter of seconds, Natsu’s cheeks lit up, not solely because of the dancer’s state of dress, but rather, for having been caught staring at another woman.

“Go ahead…” The pink haired bachelor mumbled out, adjusting his pose within the chair that should by no means fit two people inside of it. To his eternal surprise however, Bisca merely giggled in response, squeezing her knees into the abundant space that remained on either side of Natsu’s thighs, leaving her bountiful breasts no more than an inch away from his face, still clad in a bra that did nothing to hide her perky nipples below.

“She’s such a lucky lady, keeping you all to herself~” Bisca continued, a devious little smile adorning her lips as her hips thrust themselves upward, lightly brushing up against his constrained jeans.

A sharp inhale reverberated through the air as Natsu’s hips withdrew themselves as far into the chair as they could. Either fascinated or humored by his antics, the cowgirl’s hands fell down to rest upon the cushioned back of their chair, accompanied by a sway of her hips that sent their groins dangerously close to one another. Be it because of the scantily clad ladies that made their way back and forth throughout the hall or the flirtatious woman whose panty clad pussy continuously threatened to bump up against the swollen bulge within his pants, Natsu did not know, but the moment Bisca pressed her advance, his eyes instinctively rolled up to visibly ogle her almost completely exposed breasts.

“It qualifies as an air dance, by club standards. Free of charge, aimed to tempt a client into more… then again, you don’t need that, do you?~” Again, his eyes strayed, and once more, the green haired woman let loose a mischievous giggle.

Amidst a crowd of people whose voices rang out in time with the appearance of another dancer onstage, Natsu Dragneel’s eyes were locked squarely on top of Bisca’s bountiful chest, seeing it rise and fall in time with her every breath. Slow, rhythmic and practiced motions brought her groin ever closer towards his own, leaving a sensation unlike any other as his pants grew tighter and tighter still. There was no physical sensation, he was blatantly aware, but nonetheless, the mere show that was presented before him became a mesmerizing dance all on its own.

From her place atop his lap, gazing down upon the man that had been reserved for one of the fairies for as long as Bisca could dare to recall, the smile that crossed her lips was a humoristic one. With a particular thrust along the curvature that was his thighs, enclosed within jeans so tight that the bulge upon his groin was unmistakable, Bisca’s clothed nethers grazed against the pristine outline that was Natsu Dragneel’s cock; a soft shudder coursing down the length of her spine.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?” Yet, when the man beneath her spoke up, when Bisca rolled her eyes down to gaze upon his, the tone that reached her ears was not that of a man on the verge of breaking. It was a soft, confident tone, one that was accompanied by a pair of bottomless onyx eyes.

The suggestion was as sudden as anyone’s request for a private show, but nonetheless, a smile unlike any before it stretched itself across Bisca’s lips. As easily as it had been for her to mount the chair they now shared, the green haired cowgirl happily hopped off of it, landing squarely upon her feet with a faint jiggle to her bust. Without so much as an ounce of hesitation however, her hand fell down to entwine itself with his, eagerly pulling Natsu along for the ride.

Downing the entirety of his mostly untouched drink, Natsu rolled his head atop his shoulders, pushing himself up onto his feet before taking off down a familiar path. Through the front room of the brothel that was reserved and furnished to serve as a strip club, past the bar wherein Jellal’s ever watchful eyes followed along with his each and every step, until they, too, passed by the open archway that separated the front from the back.

“You’re something akin to a star around here, you know,” Bisca spoke up, their hands entwined and fingers locked together. “A lot of the girls have been pestering Lucy for details, some of which…” trailing off, the green haired cowgirl spun around on the balls of her feet, tugging Natsu along with her whilst her free hand fell down to cup the bulge that still stood out upon his groin. “We know all too well~”

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An audible, heavy slam reverberated through the second floor of a far too familiar building, accompanied by a soft grunt, a barely distinguishable, heavily muffled moan, and the faintest creak of a door sliding shut behind a couple’s backs. A set of arms, strong and domineering at times, loosely hung around the slender waist of a curvaceous woman, stumbling their way forward; lips locked together in a frantic, albeit sloppy kiss.

The moment her hand had landed upon his groin, the reality of the situation took hold. Bisca Connell was without a doubt a no nonsense kind of girl, being more upfront about what she expected than any woman Natsu had ever shared his bed with. With a steady grip around his waist, the duo had all but jogged up along the small staircase separating the dancers’ private rooms from the strip club itself.

Breaking free from the tight, yet professional embrace that had been pressed against his chest, the entertainer, a hand, dainty and deceptively strong, gingerly eased him back until, with a set of wide eyes, Natsu stumbled backward; arms flailing slightly in a vain attempt to catch his fall…

… only for him to let loose a soft grunt as a surprisingly soft, cushioned bed caught him no more than a few moments later, accompanied by an outburst of laughter from the now much more exposed cowgirl.

Granted a moment’s reprieve to admire the handiwork and craftsmanship that had gone into the act of customizing Bisca’s room to her exact tastes and likes, Natsu was left in a state of mischievous awe at what met his gaze. The room itself was much akin to how Lucy’s private room was, a darker shade of red adorning the walls, though the decor itself was what drew his attention. Everything from plaques with animal motifs, from buffalos to horses, were hung up on the wall, some of which had inscriptions that vaguely reminded him of trophies. On the right side of the wall, facing the entrance, a handful of ropes were hung upon the wall; lassos, the pinkette realized, though why the woman had chosen to hang them high was beyond him.

The singular thing that drew him in the most however, was without a doubt the head of a stag that hung above the door itself. A thick skull, bone that felt surreal and real all at once, with horns so pointy that they would have undoubtedly been able to puncture lungs if the beast still counted itself amongst the living.

“What would you like to do today, hun?” Bisca’s melodic, mesmerizing voice rang through the air, cutting Natsu’s inspection short. Situated no more than a few feet away, the cowgirl had a hand pressed down against her left hip, peering down upon her guest with a hungry look within her eyes.

“Honestly? I want to see what you’ve got~” Offering the green haired cowgirl a nonchalant shrug, the smile that played across Natsu’s lips was both smug and challenging, a gesture that made Bisca’s eyebrows raise themselves in return.

Without so much as a brush of a warning, the cowgirl practically leapt forward from where she stood, a hand pressed down against the bachelor’s chest for support. A sudden rush of warmth, breathlessness overtaking him, the luscious lips that smashed themselves against his were both ferocious and docile, inviting and comforting, accompanied by a hand around his neck that left him no choice but to advance.

Practically melting into the kiss wherein he sat, Natsu’s back began to arch from the force that Bisca put into it all, pressed backward and downward until, when the back of his head bumped up against the wall, her tongue swiped its way back and forth along his lips. The temptation to open his mouth arose, to part his lips and welcome the cowgirl’s intrusive tongue inside, but before he could so much as think, Bisca withdrew; pulling away until her glistening lips was all that he could see.

“Strip.” The command was brief, direct, and left little room for discussion. As soon as the word spilled forth from her lips, the cowgirl spun around on the balls of her feet, one arm reaching up to unhook a coil of rope from the wall, whilst the other moved behind her back to unclip her bra.

In a rush of cloth that caught Natsu entirely off guard, a pair of soft, fully rounded breasts appeared before his eyes, capped with a set of nipples so pristine that his mouth watered at the mere sight. Not one to be left behind however, the bachelor arose from the bed, both hands furiously tugging down the zipper of his jeans while practically tossing his shirt aside. To strip down completely took him no more than a minute, and when Bisca returned her gaze to him, chest exposed and a coil of rope held within her grasp, it was Natsu’s turn to stare in awe.

With one long, purposeful stride, Bisca Connell once more found herself before her client, though this time, her gestures were by no means as considerate. Pressing both of her hands down upon her client’s naked chest, the cowgirl practically pushed him down onto the bed, using one hand to motion for Natsu to lay down properly. There was no request, no plea for his compliance, but as the pink haired bachelor made himself at home upon Bisca’s bed, the cowgirl went about her business as usual.

Equipped with the equivalent of a lasso, Bisca’s lips stretched out into a broad smile, seduction practically dripping down along her chin as she tightened her hold upon it. Taking but a single step downward, the bachelor’s legs were her first target, and with a precise twirl of her right hand, the lasso spun through the air. To Natsu, this was as fascinating as it was mesmerizing, leaving him breathless, unblinking, simply staring down upon his own naked legs whilst the cowgirl by his side found her mark. With expert precision, the hoop hooked itself around his feet, and with a tug that was accompanied by Bisca planting her right knee upon the cushioned mattress, the rope was yanked down and around his ankles; tightening the hoop considerably before pulling on the rope itself. In a matter of seconds, Natsu’s legs were squeezed shut, his head tilted sideways as Bisca maneuvered to bind the end of the lasso against something beneath the bed.

Exchanging a glance between the still somewhat leather clad woman and the rope that now constricted his movements, Natsu playfully tested the strength of his bindings, feeling his cheeks drain in response. Another test, he figured, using an ounce more strength this time to try to pull his feet free, but to no avail.

On her end however, the moment her client’s feet were safely secured and locked in place, Bisca spun around to procure yet another lasso from her bountiful collection upon the wall. Pushing herself up onto the very tips of her toes, the green haired entertainer furrowed her brow, perplexed by the annoyance that was her leather skirt. Absent-mindedly, her left hand sank down to rest upon her hip, fiddling with the singular clasp that held her garment in place before, with an audible rush that made even Natsu perk up, the offending garment unceremoniously fell down upon the floor.

Relieved of the skirt as she was, the bounty that was Bisca Connell’s matronly hips and thighs exposed themselves before her client, accompanied by a jiggling rear that, unbeknownst to Bisca, sent a surge of arousal up Natsu’s spine. His cock, neglected and left alone, hardened near instantly, swelling in size to the point where even Natsu was perplexed by its eagerness; a clear bead of precum forming atop his bloated tip, trickling down along the side of his veiny cock.

Left only in a pair of knee length leather booty, a dark blue thong that disappeared between the luscious cheeks that was the mother’s booty and a dark brown hat that obscured just enough of her face whenever she turned around, Bisca was a sight for sore eyes. With her back still turned against him, Natsu slowly, carefully slid his right hand downwards, aiming to envelop his throbbing dick to enjoy the scene to its fullest. However…

Whirling around before his very eyes, the long, straight pistachio colored hair that belonged to Bisca Connell gracefully flew around, joined by a thickly wound rope that accurately latched itself around Natsu’s outstretched right hand. Although their time was nothing akin to a showcase, the pinkette couldn’t help but widen his eyes in response, seeing both the dancer’s hair and breasts jiggle in time with her each and every motion.

“Don’t worry about that just yet~” Bisca mouthed off, a wry smile upon her lips to match the sheepish look that adorned Natsu’s face. “Bad boys won’t get to touch themselves though!” Wagging an index finger in his general direction, the cowgirl returned to the task at hand, tightening the hoop that was her lasso around Natsu’s right wrist before uncaringly tying the other half around his left wrist.

Looking on with an ounce of confusion on his face however, it took the pinkette a moment to realize the dancer’s motives, for the moment he pried his lips apart to ask his question aloud, Bisca raised his arms skyward and attached the center of the rope to a hook high above. His arms, raised high into the air, were just far enough up for it to be uncomfortable, but not far enough away for him to have no control. Granted, as the bachelor tried to hook his arms free from their captivity, the dancer before him eased her final offending garment away; sliding the lacy thong down along her toned legs while expertly maneuvering them around her boots.

“The boots stay on?” Natsu raised an eyebrow, a mirthful laugh held back as Bisca turned her gaze upon his cock.

Rather than replying however, Bisca straightened out her back and crept on top of the bed as well; one knee situated on either side of Natsu’s stomach, with her luscious butt turned against his face. Once again, Natsu opened his mouth, a mischievous comment practically dripping down from the tip of his tongue, but unlike the first, the cowgirl would allow none of it to seep out. Wiggling backward with her hands pressed squarely down atop his thighs, the light all but vanished from his world as Bisca pressed her curvaceous rear down on top of his face. Not so much as a shred of light pierced through the veil that was her cheeks, though when her pristine, glistening pussy settled down against his mouth, the pinkette could hardly think to complain.

“Be a good boy and eat me out~” He could hear Bisca’s voice from above, deafened and muted by the butt that now squished itself down against Natsu’s face. Even the dancer’s legs were pressed against the sides of his head, locking him in place, all the while robbing him of his breath.

Knowing not what more to do than to obey, Natsu allowed his eyelids to flutter shut; one of the few motions the bachelor could even do beneath the bubbly butt atop his face. Focusing solely on his aforementioned task at hand, Natsu tipped his chin upward, allowing his tongue to roll out to swipe across the length of Bisca’s womanhood. Far above his head, what resounded through the room was a muffled moan, and in so doing, the cowgirl spurred him on. Another swipe, long and slow, accompanied by a third one that pushed his tongue between her sensitive folds, though the taste that ran down the side of his tongue was a reward in and off of itself.

A strangely sweet tang, addictive and pure like honey, but so much more natural that it made even Natsu’s cock throb happily upon his groin; erect and abandoned though it was. To him however, the flavor that flowed freely from the depths of Bisca’s womanhood were encouraging enough to spur him on.

Plunging his tongue into the very depths of Bisca’s pristine pussy, Natsu swiped his mouth left and right, side by side, as well as up and down, burrowing his tongue deeper and deeper into the dancer’s cunt. So focused on his task was he that, when a silky smooth hand enveloped his dick, he didn’t so much as notice, much less so care. His only focus was the pussy atop his face, and with his tongue drinking deep of the presented nectars within, it took him little to no time to receive his second reward.

At her place atop her client, seated upon the pedestal that was his face, Bisca’s breath came out in shallow, ragged gasps, heaving out her breath as her nethers were overworked. A light tongueing, she had expected, but never in her wildest dreams had the cowgirl anticipated the current outcome. Left breathless, her eyelashes fluttered shut, feigning a look of disinterest despite the fact that her irises were on the border of disappearing into the back of her head. Her mouth, now agape to inhale what little air she could, practically salivating as the invisible coil within her stomach grew tighter and tighter still. It wouldn’t be long, that much she knew, though the temptation to remain seated overcame her desire to ride the dragon that protruded from her client’s groin.

Grasping in within her hand had been the only thing for her to do, and with slow, practiced motions aimed only at pleasuring her client before what would undoubtedly be the workout of a lifetime. Yet, no more than a minute thereafter, under the relentless assault that was Natsu’s tongue buried within the depths of her womanhood, Bisca Connell was forced to relent.

Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees anew, the first sound that echoed throughout the room came in the form of a sharp inhale; Natsu heaving in a breath of air so large that his next breath came out as a cough. His lips, glistening in the faint, subdued light within the room, were immediately swiped clean by his ever hungering tongue, seeking out more and more of the delicacy it was granted.

“No wonder she keeps you for herself…” Bisca muttered out from her place above, her head now dangerously close to the throbbing pillar of masculinity that was Natsu Dragneel’s cock.

Having spent the entirety of that time catching his breath, the half mumbled words from beside his dick made little sense to Natsu’s strained ears. “Say something?” The question was strained, accompanied by another noticeable throb of his cock.

Shaking her head in a way that made the hair rustle along her back, Bisca told him no more, focusing instead of getting herself accustomed to what would come next. Crawling forward, the entertainer’s tits gingerly brushed up against the very tip of Natsu’s dick, sending a shudder up along his form that made the cowgirl grin in response. Had it not been for the restraints on his arms, his hands would have undoubtedly been upon her rear by that point in time, either molesting or guiding it towards his cock. However, what little complaint she could see in his body disappeared the moment she reached her mark.

Grinding her hips from one side to the other, Bisca Connell straightened out her back anew, twisting her head aside to cast a longing, mirthful glance towards her client. Hovering dangerously close to the precum drooling tip of Natsu’s dick, her pussy lowered itself by an inch; a silenced moan rushing forth from Bisca’s mouth. Whether it was her own arousal or the baffling sensation that was her client’s tongue, she did not know, but a single brush against his dick was enough to make her moan.

Aligning the swollen tip of his dick with the sensitive entrance to her depths, Bisca gingerly bit her lip before allowing herself to sink down upon it. Slowly, tentatively, the cowgirl took the very tip of his dick inside of her pussy, this time allowing her moan to resound freely. She was by no means the tightest of the fairies, but the moment her lover’s cock pierced through her folds, the cowgirl was reminded of how it was to be a virgin anew. Every little twinge sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine, every inch that sank inside was another gleeful jolt of pleasure and pain, causing her to bite down harder upon her bottom lip. Glancing downward, her breath was practically snatched away, for what she assumed to be half of his length was instead only a handful of inches. Still, so much of his cock remained, and lowering herself as she was, Bisca was all too blatantly aware that she would enjoy each and every inch that was his dick.

Positioning her hands atop each of Natsu’s thighs, Bisca let loose a low, wanton moan, rising up off of his groin the slightest bit before allowing herself to sink once more. Slow and practiced motions, up and then down, accompanied by the force granted her by her steadfast stance upon the bed; one knee pressed down into the mattress whenever her hips arose.

To the cowgirl’s eternal embarrassment, faint, barely audible squelches echoed throughout the room as her ever practiced pace picked up speed, a testimony to the sheer skill of her client’s tongue. Had it been anyone else, a bottle of lube would have been nearby, continuously in use to accommodate anyone whose cock was slightly larger than her faithful husband’s endowments. Yet, somehow, the moment the broad tip of his dick pressed itself against her drenched entrance, Natsu Dragneel had slid inside without so much as an ounce of resistance. Embarrassed though she was by the indecent sounds her pussy made, an ounce of gratitude permeated through her system as well; gratitude for the fact that she had chosen reverse cowgirl at first, a position that hid her crimson colored face from view.

A rampant moan burst forth through pink, puckered lips as her pace grew greater still, accompanied by an ever growing jiggling of her boobs. Focusing solely on her own enjoyment for the briefest moment, the cowgirl tried to angle her thrusts in a way that put more of her bubbly booty on display. Feeling a particularly violent throb within her pussy when she sunk down anew, Bisca could do little more than giggle in response.

Permitting a smile to stretch out across her luscious lips, the pistachio haired rider focused solely on her own enjoyment; biting down upon her bottom lip to stifle yet another moan from spilling forth from her lips. Every little inch wiggled around within her slit, burrowing its way deeper, stretching her out in ways that felt both blissful and frightful all at once.

Absent-mindedly, the temptation to take him into her backdoor crossed her mind, but alas, before she could so much as address it, her eyelashes fluttered shut; eyelids screwed shut to fight back against the invisible coil of pleasure within her stomach as the tip of Natsu’s dick bumped up against the entrance to her womb.

Behind the wildly bucking cowgirl’s back, a sound akin to a weakened rope being stretched to its limits resounded. Natsu Dragneel was, in his modest opinion, a very calm and patient man. Alert and attentive, ever opportunistic, the bachelor always sought out the best possible scenario for all involved parties, be it a deal to further his family’s prestige, or to slowly build upon his own empire. Stranded and restrained, arms held in place above his head, barely an ounce of the patience his father had hammered into his head remained.

Observing the entertainer’s movements from behind, eyes locked onto the generous curvature of her rear, the pinkette’s onyx eyes practically bulged out whenever the very bottom of his shaft was exposed. Glistening and soaked, Bisca’s womanhood clenched down upon his dick like a vice, threatening to milk him dry right then and there without allowing him so much as a say in it!

Low, barely audible and strained grunts reverberated through his throat, echoing out across the tight expanse that was Bisca’s wild west residence. Subconsciously, whenever the cowgirl raised her quivering hips and dragged her silky pussy up along the length that was his shaft, Natsu’s eyes hardened, fastening their gaze upon the space that separated Bisca’s curvaceous ass from the top of his groin. The moment that distance shrunk, the moment she begged gravity to pull her down, Natsu made his move.

Sharp, albeit shallow thrusts upwards stole the air out of Bisca’s lungs, causing her head to tip backwards as the very tip of Natsu’s dick bumped up against her sensitive cervix. In a rush of warmth that surprised even her, the first of Natsu’s perfectly timed thrusts tipped her over the edge. With a long, outdrawn moan of euphoric bliss, Bisca Connell came; her pussy convulsing around the girthy shaft that stretched her insides wide, ever hopeful that her careful ministrations would be enough to milk an abundance of warm, sticky sperm from Natsu’s bloated balls. Yet, no sooner than her orgasm began did her client rob her of that bliss, for rather than depositing the load she craved into the depths of her womb, Natsu’s broad, swollen cockhead continued to make surgical thrusts against the most sensitive spot within her cunt.

Quivering in place where she sat, it took the green haired woman a solid minute, doing nothing more than heaving out soft, shallow gasps of air, to regain her bearings. An orgasm was a dime a dozen, an event that took place more than a dozen times throughout a typical workday, but, much to her humiliation and satisfaction, this left a different feeling within her groin.

Raising her thighs up off of what was undoubtedly a drenched, glistening cock, Bisca heaved out one final sigh, maneuvering around atop the bed so that she could face him properly. Reverse cowgirl was without a doubt a pleasant position, but to her and her clients alike, there was a different style that made things oh so much better.

“You’re a real naughty boy, aren’t you?~” Bisca practically purred, trailing one hand up to playfully tap the pink haired bachelor upon his nose, all the while realigning the tip of his dick with her abundantly lubricated pussy.

The only reply she received at first was a haughty grin, meant to taunt her no doubt, but as she slid his glistening dick back inside of her practically exuberant pussy, a moan echoed forth from both of their lips.

This was what she craved, Bisca noted, planting both of her hands atop the bachelor’s toned chest. Slowly, she allowed herself to sink all the way down upon his groin, and surely, her hips began to move of their own accord. Eyes locked together, hands placed squarely atop his chest, the cowgirl had all the support and motivation required. Feigning a look of innocence at first, her motions picked up speed, her hips became a blur, and as quickly as her already orgasm addicted body could muster, Bisca Connell happily bounced up and down atop his lap. There was no subtlety, no visage of normalcy as her bubbly butt clapped down against Natsu’s thighs, nor did she care for it as her pussy squelched and clenched down around his sizable cock.

Bouncing up and down, her heart hammered away within her chest; bountiful breasts jiggling up and down to match her frantic pace, though Natsu’s hands were far too restrained to cup the globes that danced before his eyes. Again, he tried to raise his arms somewhat, to unhook them from above his head, but once more, he found his mobility wanting.

Furrowing his eyebrows while attempting to focus upon the task at hand however, his deep, dark onyx eyes swiveled down to where the two of them were joined; peering down upon the pristine pink pussy that quivered and wept beneath his merciless gaze. Right as her pearly little clit and pink, puffy pussy were about to reach the bottom of his shaft, Natsu thrust his hips upward with enough intensity to make even Bisca squeal from pleasure and joy alike. Much to her surprise however, the moment Natsu made his move, her arms gave out atop his chest, sending her tumbling downward, her breasts mashed against his chest, with their lips colliding all on their own.

Without so much as a ghost of a warning, the pistachio haired woman came anew, her pussy clenching down so hard around Natsu’s dick that his finely tuned control snapped as well. Eyes rolled up into the back of her head, Bisca’s breath came out as a shuddering, muted gasp, feeling her lover’s cockhead kiss the entrance to her womb…

… until an overwhelming warmth erupted against it, flooding the cavernous depths that was her pussy in a matter of moments, before invading the innermost reaches of her womanhood. To say that it hurt was inaccurate, but to say that she had enough presence of mind to care was something else in its entirety.

Warm, scalding liquid splashed out against the insides of her womb, scorching it in the most pleasurable way possible as it filled her up to the brim and beyond. It didn’t take long, though restrained as he was, with her half-conscious body laid down upon him, there was little Natsu could do but to unleash his load into her depths.

On his behalf, his orgasm hit him hard, as did the first jet of sperm splash up against the entrance to Bisca’s womb. No sooner than the second gush hit did he find himself on the brink of passing out, though as a third jet rushed forth, his senses were rekindled. After what had felt like a lifetime to him, and perhaps a small eternity to the entertainer whose quivering pussy refused to yield its death grip around his dick, Bisca’s voice finally spilled forth as a remorseful coo.

“That was…” She began, trailing off to gulp down another mouthful of air.

Rolling his head to the side to escape the captivating lips that sought him out instinctively, Natsu plopped his head firmly down upon the pillow that supported his neck. “Yeah.” Nothing came to mind, as much as he prided himself on his snappy replies under normal circumstances.

“The girls and I were talking about you a lot,” Bisca continued after some time, a companionable silence blanketing the two of them whilst her lips pressed themselves down upon his neck. “Some even started a bet about who would sleep with you first. Guess it’s time to collect my reward~” Giggling to herself, Natsu could do no more than roll his eyes, though nonetheless, he rolled his head back around to meet Bisca’s lips on the halfway point.

Somehow, the thought of the fairies there, professional dancers and prostitutes with many years of experience in some of their cases, making a bet about who would sleep with him next made his cock throb and bounce upright within the cowgirl’s pussy; drawing forth a yelp from Bisca’s lips in turn. Pride might not have been the right word, but nonetheless, he would take it with joy.

“Mind if I ask the lucky winner something then?” Natsu began, a wide smile upon his lips as Bisca merely hummed out her approval. “What’s it like to work here, being married and all?”

As abruptly as his orgasm had flooded her womb, so too, did his question cause Bisca to push herself upward slightly, arching her back to stare down into his eyes. Gazing up into her crystal clear, albeit curious orbs, Natsu held his ground with a look of neutrality upon his face. It was, for lack of a better term, a genuine question, and one that he believed Bisca would answer.

“Not the question I expected with a womb full of cum and your dick still lodged inside me, buuuuut~” Giggling faintly to herself, Bisca leisurely propped herself up with her elbows pressed down into the mattress of the bed, raising her chest just enough to put her generous cleavage on display. “It’s definitely an interesting dynamic. Alzack comes by a lot, and he’s one of the main reasons I’m okay with working here. Whenever something big happens, like an event or something like that, he’s usually here as a spectator.”

Nodding his head softly as the woman atop his chest explained her situation, Natsu’s mind wandered; a contemplative look overtaking his facial expression. What he wanted was information first and foremost, both about the girl whose womb he had filled up, but also about the generalized concept of having a relationship while having this type of profession.

“I think the reason this works for us though, is that we’re both open. We talk about anything and everything, from which clients I have to what goes on between the girls at work. He knew about the bet, for example.” Bisca stated in a matter of factly tone, bringing forth a crimson colored blush upon the bachelor’s cheeks. The thought of the now named raven haired man he had originally seen with Bisca during his first ever visit made him both uncomfortable and oddly aroused, in ways he himself couldn’t explain.

Taking note of the fact that his arousal hadn’t so much as died down, but instead hardened his already swollen dick, Bisca’s expression morphed into a devious little look, adorned by a broad smile and a hidden promise within her eyes. “Want to go again, hun?”

The question was as easily answered as it was for her practiced fingers to undo the bindings that held his arms and legs in place, as was the answer as easy for her to accept as when his hands latched themselves onto her bountiful breasts. Amidst a series of giggling moans and soft grunts, the creaking of her bed practically reverberated into the hallway beyond…

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Soft, heated gasps echoed forth within a room subdued by a faint pink and purple light. A bed, worn down from repeated usage over the past hour, creaked gently in a mesmerizing tone as a woman’s dainty hands wound themselves around a man’s toned neck. Medium, silky soft hair embraced her fingers, welcomed the sensation of her combing her digits through his locks, all the while releasing the faintest, cutest little mewls and whimpering moans. Her hips, curvaceous and small, gently rose and fell, bouncing upon his lap rhythmically beneath the faint lighting.

Throughout the ordeal and the room as a whole, a haze lingered upon the participants within. Tongues brushed against one another in a carnal dance of desire, their lips were pressed together in a deep, seemingly unending kiss, and her eyes, the crystalline brown orbs that glimmered like amber in the subdued light, were mesmerizing to any that dared to gaze upon them. The haze however, was nothing if not arousing. Incense burned slowly, lazily settling upon their minds, heaved in through a myriad of ragged breaths and breathless moans, heightening the innate desire that accompanied a night with Fairy Tail’s pristine blonde haired princess, as her current client tried to bedazzle and enamore her with.

Hibiki, she knew his name to be, but when next her long, fluttering eyelashes fell to become half lidded, lust driven eyes, the lighting and the incense displayed a different scene altogether. A similar build, toned muscles from who knew what, and a pair of strong, yet demanding hands that groped her ass in the most encouraging ways. Her breath came forth as a weary moan, her pussy quivered atop his groin as the vivid imagery spread further.

Orange and brown hair transformed, dimmed by the light that permeated throughout the room, taking on a shade of pink. That confident smile morphed as well, taking on a look of comfort and encouragement, of affection and love as her hips rose and fell ever so slightly faster. Already, she could hear his voice, feel his hands upon her bubbly butt, and as their kiss came to its end, so too, did Lucy Heartfilia take it upon herself to please her lover in a way he would never forget.

Somewhere in the back of her head, the faint warning he tried to exclaim rang out; a notice that his orgasm drew near, she had no doubt, nor did she so much as care then and there. She wanted him to cum, to fill her pristine little womb to the brink and beyond with the scalding seed that belonged to her dear pink haired dragon, to ride him time and time again until-

When Hibiki’s cock erupted within her pussy, the visage changed once more, for it was no longer one of her longtime clients whose cock was buried between her legs. It was him, the man she should have tried to reserve a slot for, but had felt guilty about hogging all to herself. Rolling her eyes up into the back of her head, Lucy screwed her eyes shut and came, an explosion of sperm rushing up to meet her clamped, quivering little pussy, which in turn only made her lover cum all the more. On and on, her hips continued to bounce, ever hopeful to drain another droplet of his cum, to absorb and devour his load time and time again, to be his and only his…

As quickly as the mind numbing release that came with each and every session they shared arose, her orgasmic bliss at long last died down, leaving her, a slumped mess of golden blonde hair and nakedness across the chest of her current client. Hibiki altered his grasp, a hand moved up to gingerly stroke the hardworking blonde down along the length of her spine, whilst his other hand playfully caressed and groped her bubbly butt. To him, Lucy’s explosion of vigor was greatly appreciated, to the point where the temptation to tip her privately arose, but to the dancer and entertainer herself, as she took up her place upon her client’s chest, her head found its way against his neck; resting there, as she would whenever they were done as well.
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