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Fae Tales	By : FieldDranzer Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Once more, we find ourselves in the beloved world of Fae Tales, though this time, the setting is a bit different. This story has been going quite well, overall, with only a few small hiccups here and there due to the original commissioner being unexpectedly short on money. That being said, this chapter, featuring everyone's favorite cheerleader, was kindly paid for by another individual altogether. Found within, a few choice references can be located, some of which is also just me wanting to try something new for the intro.
Unsure what goes on and where? I do have a Patreon wherein, even though the stories posted are under payment restrictions, the updates I put out are free for all to read. There, you would find links to the original documents, so if it ever tickles your fancy, come have a look. For the future, polls regarding what goes on in which chapters of Fae Tales will be posted, featuring anything from which chapter comes next, to something so simple as whether the actresses wear certain clothes or which positions will be utilized. Could be whether to go rough with things too, but that has yet to be determined.
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After School Special

A roar, thunderous in magnitude, echoed forth from the mouths of a thousand men and women in perfect unison as the end approached. Bellowing forth from those nearby, a thumping akin to that of a dozen war drums being hammered upon reverberated, scaled out of proportion by the feet of each and every person present as they slammed down upon the wooden ground time and time again. Anticipation and excitement, a physical thirst for the inevitable outcome, followed by yet another wave of that very same roar.

Akin to that of a dragon of eld, located mostly in the realm of mythology and stories passed on by word of mouth, the bellowing, thunderous roar of a thousand people set the stage as a singular individual ran forth with an army of people on either side. Left, then right, ducking down, weaving around a set of defenders that practically pounced upon him from behind, the individual, adorned by heavily padded protective gear, fastened his gaze upon the end as his legs carried him forward; running straight ahead and nowhere else.

With a spectacular wave of cheers to spur him on, the star athlete of the Magnolian university ran ahead, football in hand as the final white line was crossed at last.

Reverberating through the air as clearly as the ferocious roar of a fiery dragon would have, the spectators that had shown up to cheer for their home team practically leapt upward, a thunderous round of applause ringing outward as the away team’s coach Jose Porla, the leader of Phantom university, leapt upward in a fluster of his own. Those that sat upon the away team’s bench practically shrunk away, however, the airhorn that rang out thereafter nullified the poisonous coach’s ranting and raving.

The crowd all but erupted, a small squad of cheerleaders clad in orange uniforms practically danced, enveloped in a series of hugs as their team won it all. Yet even amongst the cheers of the crowd, a pair of people in particular were rather subdued, despite their excitement.

Situated in the center of one of the many bleachers that were set up along the central outdoor court, one woman in particular stood out from the rest. In the dead of night, she shone as brightly as the now non-existent sun, a trait made all the more possible by the pale yellow hair that cascaded down the length of her slender back freely. Clad in naught but a light blue sleeveless top and a matching skirt, the woman that was Lucy Heartfilia tittered where she stood, smiling proudly as the man at the forefront of the pitch yanked his helmet off at long last.

Beside his blonde haired companion, Natsu Dragneel was nothing if not surprised. A throwaway idea at first, merely a suggestion, teasingly thrown his way by a raven haired roommate of his, to invite the dazzling courtesan out to watch a game. Although the suggestion had come alongside a grin and a chuckle, Natsu had nonetheless brought it up in the aftermath of a much needed date beside his blonde companion. It just so happened that most of their dates were with the two of them naked, sharing a bed.

Turning his gaze upon her now, where the two of them stood amongst a slowly dwindling crowd of spectators, the bachelor couldn’t help but smile at Gray’s throwaway idea.

Down upon the pitch however, as the air horn had finished its sound of absolute finality, the player that had ended it all at long last moved again. Helmet all but torn off, a short mane of spiky, frost laced hair was revealed for all to see, and as the athlete turned aside, Natsu could do no more than nod his head. Elfman Strauss, a man he had only recently learned existed, by way of talking to Mirajane before wandering his way into the club. Late one night, the subject of the last member of the Strauss family had come up at random, caught between two of Mirajane’s clients as the hostess and dominatrix sat beside Natsu at the bar. That subject, of course, had then been followed by the hostess asking if Natsu had been good with his homework, all the while waving a horse crop around with a devious glint in her eyes.

“I didn’t take you for a football fan.” Natsu offered, breaking the companionable silence between them while watching the crowd around them fade away as the game was now officially at its end.

Tilting her head aside to regard her client and friend with a smile upon her face, Lucy motioned towards the edge of the bleachers with a hand, directing the both of them to leave amongst the dwindling crowd. “It’s fun every now and then!” She beamed at him as they wandered down along a set of wooden steps. “Won’t catch me at an official game, for obvious reasons~”

Although her reasoning was sound, the question as to what those reasons were still lingered upon the pink haired bachelor’s mind. However, rather than inquire about those in particular, another thought crossed his mind.

“Want to go get some food together? There’s this restaurant that recently opened downtown, serving dishes unique to Alvarez.” Hopping down onto the first of the three tall steps that led up to the rows of seats they had occupied, Natsu reached a hand backward, offering Lucy an ounce of assistance as the blonde haired seductress’ skirt ruffled in the breeze.

“I would honestly love some food right now, but I can’t go tonight. I’ll be headed off to work in a little bit.” Rewarding her companion with a wide, genuine smile for his suggestion, the two at long last found themselves upon the main path leading away from the pitch and the bleachers.

By that point in time, more than half of the spectators had already disappeared, leaving only a handful of the visiting team’s students, along with their own cheer squad behind. The moment her words reached his ears however, Natsu nonchalantly scratched the back of his head with his right hand; the notion of what she did for a living had escaped his mind in its entirety.

Yet, no sooner than he did just this, his eyes snapped themselves wide agape. A soft warmth crept up along his cheek, and as the pink haired bachelor glanced down to inspect that which had caused the effect, Lucy Heartfilia leaned back; a Cheshire grin upon her lips as a fresh kiss had been planted upon his cheek. “Thank you for tonight though. It was fun, going out like this.”

Blinking his eyes rapidly in response, the only thing he could truly do was stand there, back straight, eyes wide, a smile upon his own lips as his companion for the evening bid him farewell. A somber wave with a dainty, manicured hand was sent his way, and as Natsu Dragneel’s eyes fell down to take in the beauty that was his date to the game, another sight met his ever inquisitive eyes. Knowing full well where his gaze lingered, the blonde haired courtesan before him slowed her pace, redirecting her hands towards the very hem of her skirt to slowly, leisurely flick it upward.

For naught but a moment, his euphoria was exposed to the world as quickly as a flashbang went off in the dead of night. Tight, toned thighs ascended upward, exposing a bubbly butt so firm that his hand could and had bounced off of it, accentuated by, as his eyes grew wide, what appeared to be a lacy pink thong that did next to nothing to hide her feminine treasures from view.

The flash lasted only a moment, for as quickly as her skirt had flown up, it settled down around her thighs anew. Without so much as another glance back, as if to pretend that she hadn’t flashed someone in public, the blonde sauntered onward; a leisurely pace to her gait as her head wandered up and down, left and right.

Bereft of her company however, Natsu’s eyes lingered upon her form, watching it recede into the midnight sky as the crowds around the football field all but died down. Dwindling at a pace that surprised even him, by the time Lucy’s back twisted around one of the corners of the indoor sports center that stood beside the outdoor court, nary a person remained in sight, save for those that still lingered upon the court. Twisting and turning, the pinkette made a move to head off; to wander back to the dorms for the evening. Yet, once more, his eyes were met by someone new.

Wandering forth with a confident, proud gait to his step, the player that had ended it all strode forward. Tall and wide, muscular to the point where even Natsu felt dwarfed in every level possible, the manly man that was Elfman Strauss perked up at the sight of his classmate. Sharing naught but one course between their selected studies, the two hardly ever spoke, and even when they did, Natsu could not say that they were friends because of it.

Still adorned in his protective gear as he was, with shoulder pads so large that they made Natsu’s head seem tiny by comparison, it wasn’t until the two stood side by side, a few feet apart, that a third person entered Natsu’s field of view.

Arms slung around the football player’s waist, a seemingly younger, much shorter woman stood by Elfman’s side. A short bob of pristine white hair hung down along the sides of her head, barely reaching her shoulders, however, what set her apart from the abundance of women that flocked to the athletes’ sides, was without a doubt the clothes she wore. Bright and orange, the small crop top that clung to her chest was as cute as it was distracting, outlining the woman’s curvature to perfection and beyond as Natsu, inquisitive as ever, could practically see her lack of a bra through the top. With a bountiful amount of her midriff left bare for the world to see, the frilly orange skirt that hung around her waist was akin to the top; short and small, barely reaching a third of the cheerleader’s porcelain white thighs while leaving a blatant pantyshot on constant display.

Although, as his eyes trailed up along her pale, sleek legs, past the barest hint of a pair of black panties beneath her skirt, then up along her stomach and chest, a puzzle fell into place within his mind. Standing before him, with a set of pom-poms held tightly within her hands, was a woman he had seen somewhere else. Onstage at night, Lisanna Strauss had been a marvel of innocence and allure, drawing in her fair shares of lecherous gazes from far and wide.

Blinking his eyes rapidly where he stood, Natsu’s mind practically short circuited, befuddled and confused all at once. The logo upon the cheerleader’s top- on Lisanna’s crop top, was that of their school, and she herself was doubtlessly there alongside a dozen other women.

“Oh, heeeey~ It’s pinky!” When a sharp, albeit bubbly voice rang through the air however, Natsu’s mind was jolted free from its captivity. Feigning a smile of confidence, the pinkette merely laughed off his supposed nickname within Fairy Tail; a nickname Bisca had mentioned in passing one day.

Bouncing up and down upon the heels of her feet wherein she stood, Lisanna Strauss was, at first glance, the complete opposite of what her stoic and playful older sister was. Where responsibility from an elevated position and a job with enough public exposure to make even a politician flinch backward had shaped Mirajane into the woman she was, Lisanna, bereft of any such hassle, shone with the essence of her free spirit. Outfit aside, when the two Strauss siblings approached, Natsu couldn’t help but smile fondly. As overt as Lisanna’s adoration towards her brother was, Elfman himself had an arm loosely wrapped around his sister’s left shoulder; protective and wary.

“You two know each other?” Elfman interjected, practically placing himself between Natsu, who received a narrowed glance, and Lisanna, who practically whirled underneath her brother’s overprotective arm to greet her acquaintance up close.

Opening his mouth to reply, wanting to dissuade the much larger man from any thought as to how the two knew one another, Natsu was interrupted no more than a second thereafter by a much more carefree woman.

“Yep! Mira-nee is really fond of talking to him whenever he comes by work!” Tittering, a broad smile adorned Lisanna’s pristine, porcelain-like features as she spoke, either oblivious to the public perception of her type of job, or simply unable to care much. Whichever one it was however, the moment her and Miranaje’s job came up, the taller Strauss sibling stiffened where he stood.

“Ah, right...” The arm that had been placed atop Lisanna’s shoulder arose, gingerly scratching the back of his head as if to smoothen out his helmet compressed hair, only to find that the natural spikiness of his hair had done it for him. “Y’know, I think I saw some of my teammates over there. Great getting to meet you, man, and thanks for showing up to the game!”

In a flurry of motion so fast that Natsu could do no more than raise a finger of protest, Elfman Strauss, a man that easily towered over Natsu in height, muscle mass and weight alike darted off into the darkness of night. Turning his head around as if to halt the athlete, Natsu was instead greeted by the strange sight of a man jogging away stiffly, his arms and legs seeming robotic as he hastily approached the indoor stadium a little ways away; bereft of so much as a soul wearing anything at all akin to himself.

“What he heck was that about...?” Natsu muttered, halfheartedly pondering whether or not he could catch up to his blonde haired companion if he started jogging.

“Elfman is sweet at heart, I promise.” Again, a soft, gentle voice resounded through the crisp evening air, causing Natsu’s head to spin as he once again stood beside the white haired cheerleader. “A bit clumsy at times, and awkward around people, but very kind... until you mention what we do for work.” Giggling softly to herself, Lisanna Strauss waddled up to stand beside her pink haired acquaintance.

“He’s fine with it, knowing what you two do?” Natsu couldn’t help but ask, knowing full well the amount of ridicule he received from Gray for being a mere patron of the place.

“Mmhm!~” Humming out her response, a slender arm wound itself around Natsu’s right one, catching the pinkette by surprise before his body relaxed into the cheerleader’s warmth. “Want to walk me to the stadium so I can get changed?”

Before Natsu could think of a reply, his legs began to move, turning around where he stood to make his way down along the cobblestone pathway leading to the aforementioned stadium and sports center. Enveloped in the haze that was the darkened evening air, Natsu and Lisanna wandered along as such, a set of smiles upon their faces as the two of them began to talk about any number of things. On Natsu’s behalf, the greatest surprise of the evening had been to learn that the two of them attended the same school, primarily due to his latest companion’s affinity towards athleticism over academics.

Lisanna, as if to counter that premonition, responded in a way that made Natsu’s eyebrows pinch themselves tightly together. A handful of their lecturers were the same, even some of their classes, albeit few and far between, were similar, to the point where the pinkette, feigning an apologetic expression, pondered whether they had been in the same lecture hall before. For his white haired companion however, the moment his right hand arose to gently pinch the bottom of his chin, her voice merely fell out as a melodic giggle.

Almost as if to launch a rebuttal towards her laughter, Natsu cheekily pointed out that, while her outfit was beautiful for what she did for work, it left her moderately exposed on a public football field. This, however, was met by a pout and a twirl that stole Natsu’s breath away.

Be it alongside the football field itself or in the middle of a cobblestone path connecting one field to another, the white haired seductress by his side carried no shame, peering down upon her skirt with a whimsical look before lifting it by its hem; exposing the panties she wore beneath to anyone that dared glance their way. The moment her scantily clad groin came into view however, Natsu, ever known among the student populace as a calm and controlled person, couldn’t help but reach a hand over to promptly tug Lisanna’s skirt back into place, a radiant shade of crimson along his cheeks in spite of their mutual hangout.

“You’re rather charming today~” Lisanna tittered, eyes closed with a smile upon her lips, even as her dainty, ladylike hands embraced the grizzled fingers that held her skirt in place. “Did you come here with Lucy tonight?”

As the two of them crossed through the threshold that separated the outdoor area from the stadium itself, Natsu, reluctant to grant his companion more material to tease him about later, gave Lisanna as much of a rundown of his evening as his brain would allow. From picking up Lucy by her apartment to heading back to school, then, as the two made their way inside through a gust of air conditioned warmth, the seductress nodded her head understandingly.

From her point of view, the interactions between the pink haired male, commonly referred to as Pinky by the dancers themselves, and her blonde haired colleague were quite cute. There were no direct rules that forbade interacting with their customers outside of the club, but as was the case with a lot of people, certain interactions were best saved for the bedroom. Only Cana, to Lisanna’s knowledge, had gone above and beyond, appearing naked whenever the temperature had risen a bit too high for the brunette’s liking, all the while leaping from man to man in her spare time. Although, with the thought of the bachelor and Lucy together fresh within her mind, a different thought overtook her.

“Say... you wouldn’t mind helping a girl undress, would you?~” Eyes half lidded, Lisanna Strauss swayed her hips where they stood; an arm rising to leisurely wind itself around Natsu’s neck. Her voice, once innocent and proud, fell down into a soft purr as her right hand fell down to gingerly guide Natsu’s grizzled fingers towards her lithe hips.

Throughout the hallway that was the primary path to and from the various locker rooms, stadiums, fields and bleachers, not so much as a person could be seen, save for them. Drenched in the self-same eerie darkness that prevailed through the glass doors no more than a handful of feet away, if the two stepped into a nook, there was no doubt in Natsu’s mind that they could avoid detection. However...

“Want to head over to the club for that, or?” Raising an eyebrow, the first question that came to mind was what he asked, pulling up what little he knew about the club’s preferences.

The moment his reply fell out, Lisanna’s lips stretched into a grin so wide that even the Cheshire cat would be outmatched in terms of deviousness. Arms tightening their grasp around his neck, the white haired courtesan pushed herself up onto the very tips of her toes, easing her lips up against the side of Natsu’s neck so that only he could hear her voice.

“Just be a good boy and follow me~” With those meager words, Lisanna fell down anew; a hand descending to wrap itself around the palm of Natsu’s hand as their destination was held squarely within her mind.

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Throughout the indoor stadium reserved for activities along the lines of handball and tennis, a series of locker rooms lined the outer rim of the downstairs section. Separated by dozens of feet to ensure that its inhabitants were spared the noises of their neighbors, these rooms were, without exception, reserved for athletes in the aftermath of their extracurricular activities. Cleaned to perfection with each and every day, the central room of the lockers, adjoined by a shower section with an open archway to connect the two of them together, these rooms were adorned by a set of dark steel struts with wooden tops to serve as benches.

Hands roaming, eyes half lidded, a duo unlike that of any ordinary gym goer stood upright; one of which used their hands to nimbly undo a belt, whilst the other focused on holding his partner in place. A wet warmth, soothing and demanding, washed out across the pink haired student’s form as his companion pounced upon him, tongues clashing together in a heated kiss, eyelids fluttering up and down beneath his ever attentive gaze.

No more than a moment after entering one of the women’s locker rooms on her urging, Natsu Dragneel had been all but thrown up against the first row of lockers adorned by lacquered wood panels; a set of pink, plump lips ascending to meet his own. There was no ceremony between them, no inclination that neither one wanted anything else, nor was there so much as a doubt in his mind that Lisanna Strauss could match him step by step.

However long their kiss lasted, he could not tell, but when it died down at last, the seductress whose bubbly butt had swayed back and forth underneath his grasp heaved in a breath of air.

“You’re not worried about being walked in on, are you?” Natsu chuckled, a nervous glance cast sideways even then, despite the way the two of them spun around upon the floor.

“It’s not my first fling in here, silly~” That was Lisanna’s only response, eagerly leaning in to trail her tongue along the side of Natsu’s neck. “Besides, if anyone does walk in on us, they’ll get a free show!”

Sweating nervously for naught but a moment, Natsu took her praise to heart. Being led around by her loose grasp around his neck, the white haired seductress at long last eased him back; practically pushing him away from the tight embrace that she herself had initiated. Eyes snapped wide for the briefest moment, the world around him began to spin, tumbling downward until, with an over dramatic thud, he fell down upon one of the two benches within the room.

Sat upon a bench, the pinkette made himself comfortable then and there, fully aware of what came next as his orange clad cheerleader eased herself onto his lap; one knee placed on either side of his thighs, petite chest hovering above his face.

Legs spread wide, the petite, white haired woman atop his lap made one singular move, swiping her groin up along the length of Natsu’s thighs, hovering her clothed womanhood dangerously close to his own groin, though the two never touched. Back and forth, Lisanna set up a rhythm of her own, swaying her hips left to right, up and down, all the while offering teasing brushes that made Natsu’s pants tighten up from the sensation alone. Thrusting down as if she followed the groove of a song, the seductress continued her dance, going so far that, when there was no doubt as to whether Natsu was hard or not, she used the index finger and thumb of her right hand to tip his chin skyward.

Without so much as an ounce of warning, her lips descended upon his anew, locking their mouths together whilst her eyelids fluttered shut. Teeth parting ways, tongues moving out, their rhythmic dance of dominance began anew. Brushing his against her however, the pinkette had no intention to lose another round, nor did Lisanna intend to push him down.

However, right as Natsu moved to press his hands against the small of her back, Lisanna did what no stripper would do in the midst of an air dance. The moment Natsu’s calloused fingers caressed the very top of Lisanna’s rear, the seductress pounced upon his groin, vigorously grazing the underside of her still exposed pussy against the outline of his thick, throbbing cock.

“Help me pull your pants down.” Lisanna heaved out, a breathless gasp following closely behind as Natsu, fully intent on conquering her mouth, used a single hand to yank her head back down.

Moving aimlessly beneath the seductress atop his lap, Natsu, using one hand to hold Lisanna’s head in place, raised his hips ever so slightly, allowing a set of surprisingly nimble hands to tug upon the waistband of his jeans. She required no more assistance than that, nor did he ever hope to comprehend how many pants she had pulled down before, but the moment his jeans and boxers were unceremoniously tugged down, the woman atop his lap let out a soft, strangled yelp.

Clapping up against her blatantly exposed, cleanly shaven pussy, his rock hard cock throbbed from a mixture of desire and need. From the moment he began to frequent the club, the desire to get off on his own had all but dispersed, leaving him, balls bloated and cock hard, without so much as an ounce of relief whenever he couldn’t go to the club after class. If it were anyone else, his need for sex could be seen as the beginning of a growing addiction, but to him and him alone, it was simply how he was meant to be. Released from the bonds of civility, when Lisanna Strauss quivered atop his lap from having her pussy grazed by a cock, Natsu could do no more than growl into her lips. A ferocious growl, resembling that of a dragon protecting its piles of gold, accompanied the endeavor to lift the petite girl up ever so slightly, allowing the very tip of his dick to bump up against the entrance to her glistening treasury.

Muscles tensed, arms held still, the pinkette leisurely held Lisanna in place, teasingly lowering her down as he would any ordinary sex toy. A bump here, a brush against her entrance that made the white haired cheerleader quiver like a leaf atop his lap, and at long last, as Natsu’s patience began to fade into the very depths of his mind, the grasp upon Lisanna’s perky behind sent her downward anew.

There was no suspense, no ceremonious dabbling between the two of them. With the very tip of his dick lined up against the cheerleader’s dripping entrance, Natsu Dragneel made a quick, harsh upward thrust, sinking the throbbing tip of his dick into her cunt with wanton abandon. All at once, their heads fell back; a cacophony of euphoric moans and subdued groans echoing forth throughout the enclosed space that was the women’s locker room.

A velvety warmth, softer and smoother than the finest silk in the world, wrapped itself around the upper portion of his cock. Gone were the forlorn thoughts of spending his evening and night with a radiant blonde, for in their place, only the image before him remained.

Lisanna Strauss, confident and smug though she had been, was at the epitome of pleasure and pain merged as one. Eyelids screwed shut, mouth agape, her hands wound themselves around Natsu’s neck in a vain attempt to steady herself; all the while succumbing to the pleasantries that were the tingling sensations within her womanhood. Deeper and deeper, her lover went, easing his dick inside of her quivering little slit, stretching her practically virgin tight walls apart in a way that made her slender back form an arch. Hidden beneath the flimsy orange top that she herself had modified and worn at the club, her perky breasts practically poked out, nipples exposed and pebbled beneath her top as her womanhood was claimed.

The mere thought that this was what her blonde haired colleague had kept to herself was enough to make Lisanna’s pussy clamp down against the cock within, squeezing it tightly enough to make even Natsu halt his ministrations. Hands still firmly clamped down upon the cheeks of her bubbly butt, the pinkette visibly vinced, though no more than a moment thereafter, his advance resumed its intended pace.

From where she sat, back arched, mouth agape and eyes screwed shut, if anyone so much as crossed through the threshold of the wide open entryway that separated the women’s locker room from the corridor outside, they would receive the view that was Lisanna Strauss as another man’s toy. However long she remained as such, mind locked up in a euphoric bliss, the courtesan did not know, but her lover down low hardly took the time to care.

Tightening his grasp upon the unmoving cheerleader’s bubbly butt, Natsu let loose a soft, strangled grunt, downright refusing to admit that the woman atop his lap was tighter than his beloved blonde. With every ounce of strength that remained within his arms, the pink haired bachelor dragged Lisanna down; devouring the sight that was the cheerleader’s quivering body whenever another inch of his dick slid through. A quarter, then half, his advances continued and Lisanna, poor, innocent little Lisanna, could do no more than shudder and moan where she sat.

Had he not known better, then the wetness that practically soaked through his pants was surely that of her enjoyment.

“Having fun up there?” When the first half of his thick, throbbing cock was nestled deep within Lisanna’s womanhood, the bachelor could suppress his glee no longer. Eyes half lidded, a devious smile upon his lips, Natsu raised a question for the cheerleader to hear.

Atop his lap, the words that spilled forth from Natsu’s lips were the sweetest poison he could have used. Enamored by the tinge of victory that lingered upon his tongue, Lisanna straightened out her back at last, easing herself down until another inch of his dick slid past her slit. Stubbornness and pride alike set her eyes ablaze, for when she gazed down upon the man that stared up at her with a hunger in his eyes, her pussy only clenched down all the more.

“Y-yeah? You’re not the first guy I’ve brought in here, you know!” The cheerleader mumbled out, biting down onto her bottom lip as her focus returned to the task at hand.

Arms lazily draped around her lover’s shoulders and neck, the courtesan brought out an ounce of professionalism, raising her hips skyward until only the very tip of her client’s dick remained inside of her pussy, before slowly, patiently sinking downward. Their position was euphoric and serene, leaving every ounce of control with her and her alone. Every inch of his cock, she could feel, scraping up against the very depths of her tiny vagina as her tempo increased twofold. Dragged upward, her pussy practically wept from enjoyment alone, then slammed down, rough enough to make even Natsu flinch backward; a stray grunt of pleasure spilling forth from his pursed lips.

Up and down, the dancer’s hips swayed, gyrating back and forth atop her lover’s cock as if it were the self-same brass pole she frequently twirled around. By that point in time, not so much as an inch of Natsu’s cock was without its coating of pussy juice, adorned from base to tip as Lisanna, panting and heaving where she sat, flashed the bachelor a smug look in return...

... only for her eyes to slam themselves as wide as saucers, for in the flash of a single second, the clean and controlled environment that was the women’s locker room tumbled about.

Raised skyward in ways that only her most recent party at the club could compare it to, Lisanna Strauss let loose an unladylike yelp, wanting naught but to clamp her mouth shut, though her arms, draped loosely around Natsu’s neck, tightened their hold for her own safekeeping. With naught more than a grin plastered upon his lips, the pink haired bachelor stood up from the bench; digits buried into his lover’s firm behind whilst her legs clung to his sides in turn.

The moment his legs pushed him up onto a properly standing position, Natsu, emboldened by the aghast expression upon Lisanna’s face, viscerally thrust his hips forward with enough force to snatch her breath away. Already, Natsu could feel himself closing in on the blissful release that was his pending orgasm. Like a coil growing ever tighter within the pit of his stomach, what would likely be the strongest orgasm in a few days would be upon him soon. However, before even acknowledging that point, the bachelor strode forth, hands buried into Lisanna’s rear to hold her in place until the weir combined weight grew too strong. With wide, unblinking eyes, Natsu Dragneel stumbled forward, practically slamming Lisanna’s back into the wooden front panels of the lockers themselves in a way that made the very tip of his dick collide against the entrance to her womb.

“Fuck~” Was the only word that either one heard, but at that point in time, neither one could decipher who had actually said it.

Lisanna, pincered between a cock and a hard place, rolled her head back atop her shoulders, gently tapping it against the lacquered wood whilst her tongue lolled out from between her luscious lips. Hammered up against her cervix and womb, her client and lover’s cock was buried so deep that, when her back thumped up against the lockers, the seductress had no choice but to submit. Faint, barely noticeable trickles of moisture dribbled down along the insides of her thighs, dripping down onto the floor between their legs as she came. The faintest, barest hints of a moan spilled forth from her lips, spurred on by the molestation that was her lover’s hands upon her pristine, porcelain colored ass, but then and there, the cheerleader couldn’t care.

Although, lost in the midst of her throes of pleasure as she was, it took the white haired woman a moment to recognize the lack of pressure against her booty. Head rolled all around, Lisanna forced herself to peer down upon her lover’s arms, only vaguely, loosely holding on around his neck now.

“Treat a lady right down there, Pinky~” Lisanna practically purred out; a strangled moan spilling forth from her lips as Natsu adjusted their position altogether.

Legs once wrapped and clamped around his hips, the bachelor relinquished his grasp upon the dancer’s ass, using one hand first to adjust her legs, grasping her by the ankles to slowly, patiently tug it upward. While the position was awkward to change into, the instantaneous pressure that clenched down around his dick was almost enough to make him cum then and there. Breath ragged, eyebrows furrowed, the pinkette blatantly ignored the wagging of Lisanna’s eyebrows, fully absorbed in his task until, with a mewl from up above, Lisanna’s legs were slung across his shoulders.

Knees practically pressing down against the peaks of her soft, squishy breasts, the white haired courtesan’s eyes roamed upward, ascending into the back of her head against her will as Natsu, unhindered by the legs that had held him in place, eased his hips backward at will. Slowly, teasingly, he withdrew his hips, rearing back in a way that made every single inch of his dick feel like a mile by comparison as it slid out from Lisanna’s quivering little slit. Yet, no more than a second thereafter, as the very tip of his engorged, throbbing cock threatened to leave as well, the pinkette thrust himself forward, filling the courtesan’s pussy to the brim anew.

On Lisanna’s side however, pressed up against the lacquered wood panel with her legs raised and slung across her lover’s shoulders, the moment he began to retreat, a faint whimper had to be suppressed. Filled and flooded to the brim and beyond, the lack of a cock within her cunt left a vacuum that no amount of pleading or fingers could ever fill. To the very depths of her womanhood, her lover had ravaged her insides beyond what the average client or fling could do, yet still, she craved more. Whenever he returned however, hips slammed up against the underside of her ass in a way that made her head swoon, the white haired cheerleader could suppress her whimpering moans no longer.

A cacophony of moans and whines, grunts and faint, ferocious growls reverberated throughout the homely locker room as the duo were locked in their rut. Natsu, impatient and thirsty for an orgasm, cast precaution to the wind; accelerating the motion of his hips in a way that made the petite, white haired woman between the locker and his chest seem like naught but a ragdoll. Every thrust brought with it more force, a greater velocity, and in the end, a pleasure he had never felt before as Lisanna’s womanhood clamped down and quivered around his cock, desperately milking every single inch of his shaft in the hopes of a thick creampie.

“God fuck, please cum inside me baby!~” Lisanna practically squealed from her place against the lockers, a pair of long eyelashes fluttering rapidly in place as her back arched itself time and time again.

Eyelids fluttering shut, breaths coming forth as ragged gasps, Natsu Dragneel furrowed his eyebrows in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable, but beneath the relentless clamp that was Lisanna’s pussy, the bachelor could not survive. With a long, outdrawn gasp and a deep, shuddering moan of utmost bliss, Natsu came. Thick, powerful spurts of sperm gushed forth from the dilated slit atop his dick, bursting forth at such a force that, the moment the first glob of cum splashed up against Lisanna’s womb, the cheerleader’s head rolled back whilst her lips fell agape. The first all but covered the walls that had previously tried to strangle Natsu’s dick, but soon, a second and then a third eruption followed, coating every inch of Lisanna’s vagina in mere moments before, with a subconscious thrust, Natsu forced the very tip of his dick against the entrance to her womb.

Spasming in place, faces hovering dangerously close to one another, Natsu did the only thing that truly came to mind as his balls deposited what felt like a gallon’s worth of fertile sperm into Lisanna’s depths. Surging forward, the pinkette mashed his lips against Lisanna’s own, catching the seductress off guard in a way that made it that much easier to slide his tongue into her mouth. Wet, sloppy squelching echoed throughout the locker room as the duo held their place; one half focusing solely on breathing, while the other continued to dump his load into the other.

By the time the two broke free from their kiss, starved for air, every single droplet of cum had been drained from Natsu’s balls, a fact that was accompanied by the knowledge that Lisanna’s womb had taken what his bloated balls could give with ease.

With a slow, yet oddly controlled stagger, the bachelor took a singular step backwards, aiding his companion in unwinding herself from atop his shoulders. Breathless, wheezing for air where the two of them stood, it took them no time at all to find their place upon the bench beside their backs; Lisanna gingerly reaching down to run her fingers along her cum drooling cunt.

“That was... wow.” The white haired courtesan muttered out, eyes wide, mouth half agape to focus solely on breathing. “You really know how to fuck a girl... no wonder she likes sleeping with you.”

Tilting his head to the side where he now sat, cock hard and glistening from the mixture of their juices, Natsu could do no more than stare down at the cheerleader with a look of confusion upon his face. However, even as he took in the sight that was her slender, quivering body, no trace of awareness reached him.

“What can I say? I’ve learned from the best.” Natsu quipped instead, reaching an arm out and around Lisanna’s thin shoulders to ease her head down against the nape of his neck.

Giggling at his response, the white haired dancer allowed herself to be tipped aside, taking her time to relax and breathe, focusing solely on recovering while talking to her latest lover. “You know, I really wish I could have won that bet!” A soft, albeit low grumble spilled forth from Lisanna’s lips, accompanied by a pout that, once Natsu’s eyes fell down upon her, only made him chuckle where he sat; a strange sight indeed with his cock hard and her pussy visibly drooling cum.

A moment passed between the two of them, a moment of companionable silence... before a suggestion came forth from both of their lips at once.

“Round two?” Lisanna asked, tilting her chin up to look into Natsu’s clear eyes.
“Go again?” Natsu spoke up, smiling fondly at the girl by his side.

At the sound of their twofold suggestions however, the duo only laughed. With a show of grace that sent him up onto his legs with a spin upon the balls of his feet, Natsu offered his companion a theatrical bow, offering her a hand to rise from the bench. In perfect unison and complete agreement about what came next, their clothes, worn throughout the evening’s splendors, were cast aside as quickly as the two could manage; a speed that, in Lisanna’s case, only caused Natsu’s eyes to go wide.

Smooth, creamy and pale skin met his eyes, taut from what had to be a decade of hard work and exercise, showcased alongside a heart shaped bubble butt that bore marks of his rough grasp upon it. Spinning around with a flourish of her own, the seductress offered him a wink, motioning for him to follow with a come-hither look upon her half lidded eyes.

The sounds that echoed forth throughout the entirety of the primary hallway that day were loud and unmistakable, overshadowing the sound of running water as the duo stood beneath a spray of warm water in the showers.
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