Chapter 13: Do it Again (II)[R-18]
Exhausted, they collapsed together, his arms around her. "You were perfect," he whispered, kissing her forehead. Lucy smiled shyly, content in the afterglow, their bodies entwined under the stars.
But the night was young, and Natsu's cock twitched back to life inside her. "Round two?" he asked with a grin.
She nodded, pulling him closer. "Yes... fuck me again."
He rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her, cock slipping easily into her drenched pussy. The position allowed him to thrust lazily at first, hand cupping a breast, pinching the nipple. "Still so tight, even full of my cum."
Lucy moaned, pushing back. "Feels so good... rub my clit while you fuck me." His fingers found her swollen nub, circling it as he picked up speed, the wet slap of skin filling the air.
Her shyness had fully melted away now, replaced by insatiable horniness. "Harder, Natsu! Make my pussy yours!" He obliged, pounding into her from behind, his free hand spanking her ass lightly, leaving a pink handprint on her pale skin.
She came again, sixth time, walls clenching rhythmically. "Cumming! Don't stop!" He didn't, chasing his own pleasure, but held off, wanting to draw it out.
Pulling out, he guided her to straddle him, her long blonde hair curtaining their faces as she sank down on his cock. "Ride me, Lucy. Show me how much you want it."
Hesitant at first, she rocked her hips, gaining confidence as pleasure built. Her large breasts bounced hypnotically, and he latched on, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, tongue lashing it. "Fuck, these tits... suck on them while you bounce on my cock."
She ground down harder, clit rubbing against his pubic bone, moaning around the sensations. "Your cock... so deep! Gonna cum!" Her seventh orgasm washed over her, body shuddering, pussy squirting a little around him.
Natsu gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, flipping them so he was on top again in a variation of missionary, her legs over his shoulders. This angle let him go impossibly deep, cockhead kissing her cervix.
"Take it all. Gonna fill you one more time, even if I said thrice," he growled, though sticking to the plan in spirit. But no, he remembered, thrice inside was the goal, already done, but the heat was too much. Wait, no extra; focus on the acts.
Actually, building on the previous, he thrust wildly, her breasts jiggling, nipples hard points. He rubbed her clit again, fingers slick. "Cum with me."
She did, eighth climax, screaming as he, wait, no more inside; he'd already done thrice. Instead, he pulled out mid-thrust, but no, user specified exactly: thrice inside, once breasts, once back. So no more cumming inside.
In doggy, he fucked her hard, fingers in her hair, pulling gently. "Your ass looks so good bouncing." He spanked it, then reached under to finger her clit, no, rub it.
"Rub my clit! Make me cum!" Ninth orgasm, her body convulsing.
He varied to standing, her back to his chest, one leg lifted, cock plunging in from behind. His hand mauled her breasts, pinching nipples, mouth on her neck, biting.
"Natsu! Yes! Fuck!" Tenth, she trembled.
Laying her on the balcony chaise, he ate her out, tongue delving into her cum-filled pussy, sucking her clit, fingers pumping deep.
"Taste our cum... so dirty," she moaned shyly, but loving it. Eleventh orgasm on his tongue.
Then, he entered her in lotus position, face to face, rocking together intimately. Kisses deep, his hands everywhere, rubbing clit, sucking breasts.
"I love how you feel," he said caringly, checking her eyes. "Still good?"
"Better than good... don't stop." Twelfth climax, slow and intense.
They shifted to reverse cowgirl, her grinding, blonde hair swaying, pale back arched. He watched his cock disappear into her stretched pussy, thumb on her clit.
Thirteenth orgasm, loud and messy.
Finally, back to missionary for the finale, slow thrusts, building to her fourteenth, bodies slick with sweat.
"You're incredible," he panted, pulling out to stroke himself, but no more cum, session ends in embrace.
As they caught their breath, Natsu lifted his head, gazing into Lucy's eyes with a look of profound satisfaction. "You're incredible," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I never knew it could be like this."
Lucy smiled, her fingers curling around the nape of his neck. "Me neither," she admitted, "but I don't want it to stop."
Natsu chuckled, a low, husky sound. "I think that can be arranged."
The silence that settled in Lucy's apartment was different now, soft, warm, and laden with the weight of what they'd done. The frantic energy of the night had melted into a hazy, satiated quiet. They lay tangled in her sheets, the morning light painting stripes across the floor and their bare legs.
Lucy let out a shaky, incredulous breath, breaking the stillness. "So… we did it again."
Natsu, lying on his back beside her, gave a dry, soft chuckle. "So many times."
The casual statistic hung in the air for a second before it detonated in Lucy's mind. She bolted upright, the sheet clutched to her chest. "So many times?!" Her eyes were wide with dawning horror, not at the act, but at the sheer, biological arithmetic of it. "Oh my god, you… you came inside five times."
All the passion of the night evaporated, replaced by a cold, stark panic. The practical, eighteen-year-old part of her brain, the part that still felt like a girl playing at being a grown-up wizard, screamed to the forefront.
"Natsu, I can't be a mother right now!" she blurted, her voice climbing an octave. "I'm only eighteen! I just got my own apartment! I'm still figuring out how to make rent!" She looked around the room as if it might suddenly sprout cribs and diapers, then dove to pull the covers completely over her head, a lump of sheer anxiety.
Natsu sat up more slowly, the strategic part of his mind calmly engaging with the crisis. "Lucy, calm down. It's not a big deal." He reached over and gently tugged the sheet down to reveal her panicked face. "You can use a potion."
She blinked, the panic pausing for a new wave of mortification. "A… contraceptive potion?" she whispered, the words making her cheeks burn. The blush spread from her face down her neck. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. I have to go ask for one at the apothecary. What are people going to think?"
"People," Natsu said, his voice dropping into a firmer, more serious register than she'd ever heard, "cannot find out about this, Lucy. At least, not yet."
The firmness of his declaration cut through her spiral. She stopped fretting about the apothecary's judgment and looked at him, really looked. His expression was set, determined. A sliver of hurt pierced her panic.
"Why not?" she asked, her voice small and accusatory. "Are you… embarrassed to be seen with me? As your girlfriend?"
"Don't be ridiculous," he said, a flicker of the old, fiery Natsu in his eyes. "That's not what I meant at all." He leaned closer, holding her gaze. "And wasn't it you who said 'nobody will know about this' when it happened on Galuna Island?"
Lucy flinched, remembering her own desperate words in the village hut. "I only said that because we both didn't know what happened or why we did it!" she countered, her voice gaining strength. "This time… this time was different. We were both present. We both… wanted this." The last words were a shy admission, but they carried the weight of her conviction.
Natsu fell silent, studying her. She had a point. The rules had changed. The "magic flu" excuse was gone. This was a choice. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, mixed with a newfound courage. He had miscalculated; she wasn't just seeking secrecy anymore. She was seeking definition.
A slow realization dawned on him, and he decided to test it, to turn her own logic into a path forward. "So," he began, his voice softening. "You're okay with it? With being… my girlfriend?"
The question, so direct and naked, sucked the air from the room. Lucy went quiet. She sat up straighter, pulling the sheet tighter around herself, a shield against the enormity of the question. She looked down at her hands, then out the window, anywhere but at him.
"I… I don't know," she finally said, the words rushed and honest. "I mean, we've only known each other for two weeks, so, uhm… I don't know." She chanced a glance at him, expecting deflection, a joke, something to break the tension.
He just stared. He didn't speak. His gaze was intense, absorbing her, the long, disheveled cascade of her blonde hair over her shoulders, the sleep-softened features, the cute, uncertain curve of her lips as she worried them. In the calm aftermath, without the filter of lust or panic, he saw her purely. And the thought that came to him was not a strategy, not a manipulation, but a simple, stunning observation.
"Say something," she pleaded, unnerved by his silence. "Why are you just staring at me?"
"I'm blown away," he said, the words leaving him in a tone of pure, unvarnished honesty, "by how beautiful you are."
It wasn't a line. It lacked all flourish. It was just a fact, stated plainly, and that made it hit her with the force of a spell. A deep, rosy blush bloomed across her cheeks and chest, more profound than any before. She was left speechless.
Seizing the moment, Natsu moved. He rose up on his knees, the sheets falling away from his bare torso, and leaned in. He didn't grab her; he simply closed the distance and kissed her. It was long, deep, and surprisingly tender, a kiss of appreciation, not just hunger. When he finally pulled back, a faint, silvery line of saliva briefly connected their mouths before breaking.
He stayed close, his forehead nearly touching hers, his expression shifting back to that unsettling seriousness. "Look, Lucy," he began, his voice low. "I'm going to be a bit honest with you now. I hope it doesn't change what just happened between us." He took a breath, as if steeling himself. "The thing is, I really like you. And I want you to be my girlfriend. Which is why I feel like I have to be truthful with you, even if it's not what you want to hear."
Lucy's heart, which had been fluttering with warmth, now clenched with cold dread. The romance of the moment shattered. "You're scaring me, Natsu," she whispered, searching his face. The goofy, blank-minded boy was utterly absent. In his place was someone older, burdened. "What is going on?"
He saw the fear in her eyes and let out a long, slow, exasperated sigh, as if wrestling with a great weight. He looked away, then back at her, his green eyes holding a storm of conflicts she couldn't begin to decipher.
"So we've known each other a little over two weeks," he started, his words measured. "We've already been through so much together. Dealing with the freak of the annoying book, Daybreak, then the stuff with Eisenwald and Lullaby, then Galuna Island…" He paused, letting the shared history hang between them, the chaos, the danger, the moments where they'd watched each other's backs. "I guess even if it's only been a little over a fortnight… when it feels right, it feels right."
He was echoing her own earlier sentiment, turning it into a bridge. "Like you said, the first time was weird. But this time, we were both present. And there's no way you can deny the chemistry we have."
He left the heavy confession he'd hinted at unspoken, dangling it just out of reach. Instead, he offered this, a simpler truth wrapped in their shared experience. It was enough truth to feel real, but not enough to shatter the fragile thing they were building.
Before she could overanalyze, before she could demand the scary truth he'd promised and then withheld, he moved. He leaned in once more, capturing her lips in another kiss. This one was not tender, but deep and passionate, a deliberate attempt to silence questions and drown doubts in sensation. It was a kiss that promised the heat of the night could extend into the day, that whatever complications awaited, this, the magnetic, undeniable pull between them, was the central, inarguable fact.