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Aquarius totally, like, shows Lucy and Brandish...	By : c0p13r Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Lucy and Brandish looked on, watching the past unfold before them, what Brandish misunderstood her whole life. Her mom, kneeling bedside to the bedridden Layla Heartfilia, clutched her hand lovingly, wishing to atone in some way for her negligence. “If-If only I hadn’t…” Grammi buckled, overcome with sorrow for Layla’s impending demise. She lurched, her eyes saucers that spilled tears down her flushed cheeks. “I was looking for a better like for Brandish, not knowing that you…!” She trembled and looked down, ashamed to behold her beloved Layla in such a weakened condition. “You had… Forgive me.”
            Layla’s hand wisped out of hers to brush at one of her tears. “There’s nothing to forgive, Grammi. You are a dear friend. I cannot fault you for trying to find happiness for you and your daughter.”
            Grammi held up the Key that unlocked the Door to the Water Bearer. Sniveling, knowing what she’d be giving up, she said, “T-Take back Aquarius. I’m no longer worthy… to hold her Key.”
            Layla just smiled, her hand lingering on Grammi’s cheek. Her thumb softly stroked. “I can’t use any Magic anymore,” she said softly.
            “Then for Lucy-sama!” implored the other mother. “She-I believe she will become one of the best Celestial Wizards!”
            The smile continued on Layla’s face. But with a soft, ladylike grunt and visible effort, she raised herself onto an elbow and pressed her lips suddenly against her friend’s. Grammi’s eyes remained open, blinking out of surprise, before she softened to her lady’s lips. “I want Lucy to be free in ways I never could,” whispered Layla, pulling her lips back, but joining their foreheads.
            Grammi was woeful of the heat on her brow.
            “And how is little Brandish doing?” Layla’s gaze drifted to where her hand slipped to latch upon Grammi’s bust. “Is she hale and happy?”
            Grammi’s breath picked up a little, anticipation swelling in her bosom as her nipple was pressed through the layers of her clothes. Memories were beginning to flood her, of times of an affair beneath Jude Heartfilia’s nose, which was crammed in notes and checkbooks too often notice that claim to his wife had been usurped.
            “She is very happy,” she answered with half of a gasp. She removed her tunic and reached to the top of her blouse to begin undoing its buttons. “I-I imagine she’d miss Aquarius if-if they were parted.” Her shirt opened, her breasts bunched up into a firm bra. They slipped out easily, though, even for Layla’s weakened hand.
            Her mouth neared the nipple she’d puckered beneath Grammi’s clothes. She was near enough that Grammi could feel her warm breath. “She’s about the same age as my Lucy.” She gave a considering lick to the puffy pink circle. “I hope she and Brandish become friends.”
            “Ah♥” Grammi watched her nipple disappear into Layla’s suckling mouth. “I’m sure they will,” she acknowledged as she eased a hand down the collar of Layla’s lowcut bedgown. Layla’s set was larger than her own; Lucy was likely to inherit her mom’s figure, they already looked so much alike. Moaning softly as her lady sucked on her breast, she held the weight of the blonde’s breast, alternating to the other one to bring both nipples to hardened peaks.
            Watching from their ethereal zone, Lucy and Brandish both flushed and pointedly did not scan for one another’s reactions. As mermaids, they felt the tingle that normally sent a shock in between their legs, but without legs… They watched on in heated silence as their mothers became more passionate, shoving their large tits against one another as they kissed with more feverish abandon. Tongue whipped against one another’s mouths; Layla did not seem so weary. Lucy wished to have seen her mom like this one last time… She felt thankful to Aquarius for this moment of history.
            In the vision, Grammi was hurrying out of her western pants and underwear while Layla folded back her covers neatly and made room on the bed. They kissed again, hands moving over the new parts of exposed flesh before they moved into the Pisces position. Layla was shorn to baby-baldness down there, but customary to the life in Alakitasia, Grammi’s green pubic hair had grown out to a full carpet above her snatch, unlike when she and Layla bedded more frequently when they lived together.
            Nevertheless, Layla admired her quim, stroking the fur fondly before separating the folds and unveiling the throbbing clit to her tongue. She fluttered against the nub, moaning softly to the appreciation being shown to her own pussy as Grammi nuzzled that same spot with her nose, whispering how much she still loved Layla. Quietly, the lady of the Heartfilia manor reminded her that Jude was away on business until next week. That lit a fire to Grammi’s passion, no longer restrained by Layla’s weakened condition. She dove her face into Layla’s sopping cunt with such vigor that Lucy heard Brandish give an abrupt gasp.
            Lucy couldn’t help looking over at her, but Brandish’s eyes were transfixed on her mom licking at Layla-sama’s pussy. The starfishes over her nipples were rising and falling quicker than before.
            Suddenly, her mom gave a kind of scream, so Lucy had to look back.
            Something had been inserted into the blonde’s pussy; not a finger or a tongue, but a golden key. The sensation drove Layla’s mouth to the side to sink her teeth into her knuckle. Jude may have been absent, but young Lucy was likely wandering nearby and the mansion was still full of staff.
            “If I keep Aquarius,” murmured Grammi, pausing only to lash her tongue against Layla’s clit some more, “I always want her to stand as a symbol of our friendship and love.”
            “Y-Yes,” moaned Layla, her fingers clasping onto the strong meat of Grammi’s smooth thighs. “And I”—Her hips lifted quakingly, submitting to the thrusting Key—“I hope Lucy and Brandish—oh♥—will have a bond as strong as ours! Mmm! Don’t you?” She tried to look between them, to try to catch her friend’s eye, but that was impossible when both of their jugs blocked their view.
            “I would never presume,” started Grammi modestly, but the flicker of a tongue returning to her long-neglected snatch made speech difficult. And while she hadn’t a Key on hand, Layla’s fingers were as good as any other insertion, twisting and turning delicately between Grammi’s folds, hooking onto that one spot inside of her that made her lose her willpower. She only managed to shove Aquarius’s Key into Layla’s snatch before her arms gave out, dropping her head between Layla’s parted thighs and squealing in relief at the mattress beneath.
            Layla flinched initially, but smiled and bathed in the deluge she stoked from Grammi’s pussy. Wet-faced but looking content, she eyed the twitching pussy now that it had calmed to just dripping. Amidst the sobs of pleasure, there were also sobs of contrition and the apology for such an indecency. “There, there,” consoled Layla, comfortingly patting the swell of Grammi’s ass. “It’s what I wanted; your happiness.” To affirm that statement, she leaned upward and lapped her tongue between Grammi’s folds.
            Grammi was overcome, and though Layla’s tongue was masterful at her pleasure, she beseeched that she be given the chance to repay the favor.
            “M-Mother,” Brandish uttered after the moms disentangled to start a new position, where Layla was prostrated, facing inward on her bed as her naked friend crouched behind her and began licking diligently at her butthole. Aquarius’s jeweled Key glimmered while Grammi’s running saliva poured over it; it remained hitched in Layla’s pussy, her clutching walls securing it while Grammi continued to eat out her butthole.
            With such a firm and disciplinary Spirit, Lucy had to look over to Aquarius to gauge her reaction. Would she be upset to have her Key treated with such disrespect? She had lashed Lucy’s behind with a whip for merely misplacing her for a few minutes!
            Yet Aquarius was engrossed in the scene of Layla coming to climax when Grammi carefully slid her middle finger up through the slobbered-over hole. On the blue-haired mermaid’s face was a look of repose and admiration. Lucy was startled by that. She’d never looked so genuinely happy before…
            By the time Layla and Grammi were spent by the first round, they were locked in embrace on the bed. Layla gazed lovingly at her as Grammi played distractedly with the tresses of hair matting her mistress’s sweaty brow. “I really do hope Lucy and Brandish become as good of friends as us,” Layla whispered again. She brought her chin inward somewhat, showing a momentary lapse of shyness. “When they’re older…” she trailed off, though the implication was clear, especially when she fixed a hand back into Grammi’s breast as if touching it for the first time.
            Understanding, Grammi smiled. “I’ll bring her,” she promised. “And the only thing that would stop me in a knife in the back from someone you and I both consider a friend who was driven to madness by grief and has stitches outside her mouth and looks just as crazy as she becomes.”
            Layla smiled and gave a small nod.
            Suddenly, the door kicks inward, and a knife was wielded! Before the violent truth could be known, a friend who was driven to madness by grief and has stitches outside her mouth and looks just as crazy as she had become screamed, “You never let me fuck Layla-sama!”
            Brandish and Lucy collectively gasp as the truth was revealed… and a threesome occurred between Layla, Grammi, and Zoldio-san, who only used the knife to cut off her own clothes to jump on the bed and start licking Grammi’s pucker while fingering Layla’s. They fucked and fucked, and when they were tired, they fucked some more. But like all good things, it had to come to an end. Zoldio and Layla waved Grammi goodbye and Grammi went back to her own country, forgetting Aquarius was shoved up Layla’s snatch.
            But she could never go to get it back or bring an adult Brandish to the manor when tragedy struck like lightning… literally! She was totally just hanging out on a ship or something, and a storm cloud, like, appeared right overhead and zapped her! The ship was fine and stuff! It wasn’t even a storm! It was totally a freak accident! And it killed her! No, you know what? It didn’t kill her. She just got amnesia, and the crew didn’t know what to do with her, so she stayed on that island or something and everyone at home just decided that she had died or something.
            In any case, the vision melted, and just as Brandish began to wail her sorrow, arms were flung around her, and she was pulled into the comforting embrace of Layla’s daughter. She felt the warmth of Lucy’s body pressed against her; soft and comforting. She stilled, not having known such affection since her mom left her.
            “Can’t we,” she heard Lucy whisper next to her ear, “be friends… like our moms were?”
            Brandish held her breath suddenly. After what they had just witnessed… could she still say such a thing so easily?
            Aquarius watched, her arms folded. The two daughters of her dear masters… finally together… and gestating. For too long.
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