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Lucy gasped in pain as Sting slammed her against the wall while he kissed her hungrily. He suddenly pulled away and looked her over with concern, brows pushing together. She shook her head and yanked his head back down so she could continue kissing him. And he obliged her. She ground her core against his bulge and he snarled lowly—deep from his chest. Then her panties were gone in a flash and her skirt was flipped up. Her hands swiftly freed his cock while his hands rubbed rapidly against her clit. Then he was slamming into her and she released a loud cry, letting her head tip back as she offered her neck to him.
“You. Are. Perfect,” he grunted in time to his thrusts. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she urged him to go faster. Harder. He growled and hefted her up a touch more, his fingers squeezed her thighs as he gave in to her silent request. Then his fangs found her neck and they pierced her.
“Sting!” she screamed as she came around him. After nearly three weeks without her, he was in no position to deny her body and he slammed home once more before finding his own release, feeling like a kid who had just figured out it felt good to rub his dick. Then they just clung to each other for a minute, shaking and panting.
When Lucy started wincing and wiggling in his arms, he pulled his fangs from her neck carefully and licked at the mark he left behind. Then he gently pulled out of her and carried her over to the bed, laying her down and turning her back to him. He eased her shirt up and hissed at the bandages covering her back that were leaking red. A wound he’d obviously aggravated when he slammed her against the wall. Explains the wince of pain.
“It’s nothing,” she promised softly, turning her head to gift him with a smile. “Just a little shit who didn’t want to listen to reason.”
“Which little shit?” he asked, pulling the bandages off her back and biting back another hiss when he saw her bare back. Long scratches marred her beautiful back and they were seeping blood. And he was so lost in the scent of her arousal that he completely missed the scent of her blood.
“The fucker who thought he deserved to become a god.” She rolled her eyes. “He was very displeased when he learned that his little notebook didn’t work on me. Got confused because he thought that meant I must be a spirit of that world. When he realized that I was indeed human, unable to be killed by writing my name in his book, and knew his secret… Well, he tried a more pedestrian method of getting rid of me.”
“That must’ve ended poorly on his behalf,” Sting noted, pulling out a medical pack before treating her back. She hummed in appreciation of the numbing salve he applied before grinning.
“He got what he deserved. I may have led the police directly to his doorstep with a few well-placed words in good ears. The officer who caught him took all of the credit, but…” She shrugged. “Didn’t do it for glory. Then I smacked some goddamn sense into that fucking spirit Ryuk. You know he dropped his death note in the first place because he was bored? Annoying prick.”
He let out a laugh, placing fresh bandages down. “He was bored?”
“Yep. I guess spirits in that world don’t have much to do other than sit around all day in this desolate dimension and dick around. They aren’t immortal like the spirits here, they have to write names in their death notes to keep on living.” When Sting patted her back, she rolled over and smiled at him. “But all of them had already collected so many years from humans that they basically started slacking. So Ryuk was bored. Wanted some entertainment.” Her smile turned into a full-fledged grin. “I offered to turn him into a key and force him to serve my every whim if he was so bored that he felt the need to fuck around with the balance of the Celestial Realm.”
“You don’t have that power,” he pointed out. She smirked.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.” Then she shrugged. “And if he breaks his promise by fucking about like that again, I’ll ask Stache Face if he can be turned into a key. I’d just need to stock up on apples…”
They both turned when the door opened to show Rogue and Cobra walking in with amused expressions. They were carrying a bottle of Stardust, bringing a bright smile to Lucy’s face.
“How?!” she squealed happily, making grabbing hands towards the bottle. Rogue chuckled.
“I told Mira that you’d been craving some,” Rogue explained. “And because of missions for the Celestial King, you weren’t able to take a break in order to go to Crocus and get some yourself.” Cobra poured her a glass and handed it to her, chuckling at her moan when she took a sip.
“Speaking of Fairies, Team Natsu is wondering when you’ll get some time off to go on a job with them,” Cobra relayed. Lucy gave a shrug and sighed.
“There’s a lot of work on the back burner,” she said. “Stache Face was not kidding when he said that he needed some serious help. I’m just glad that he didn’t send me to this last place first as he initially planned. Those little moon brats were so much easier to deal with.”
“I still don’t get that one,” Cobra said, shaking his head as he took Lucy’s hand. “A girl who’s only fourteen uses Celestial powers to fight crime at night and has a relationship with a guy who’s… What? Eighteen? Like, fucking gross for one. For two, what the fuck are her parents doing? And third… How does she manage to fuck up Celestial powers so much that she gets Officer Lucy on her ass?”
“Okay, well, her parents didn’t know what she was up to. The crime she was fighting was pathetic. Pathetic as in Romeo could’ve handled it solo pre-Tenrou.” Rogue snickered at that comparison. “And I think the guy she’s dating is only sixteen. But he’s in college? I dunno, the rules of that world’s education system made my head spin. And it wasn’t too bad. She thought I was a moon goddess sent to guide her, so she actually listened to me.” Lucy shrugged. “I explained to her that she was abusing her powers and needed to give the Celestial Realm proper thanks. We went into balancing her powers and not trying to do everything on her own. She had friends able to help her for a reason. She got the picture and there haven’t been any issues since.”
“Uh huh. And the dude in the tuxedo?”
“Oh, I told him if he touched her sexually before she hit eighteen, I’d return and slowly remove his testicles before feeding them to Taurus.” She sniffed and shrugged. “She ain’t becoming a teen pregnancy statistic on my watch.”
Cobra snickered and gave her a high-five while the other two laughed and rolled their eyes. “That’s my Goldilocks.”
“My favorite story is with the knock-off Fairy Tail people,” Rogue said, grinning. She pouted at him.
“The Black Bulls are not knock-off Fairy Tail,” she argued. Rogue rose a brow and began counting off on his fingers.
“There’s the master, who drinks too much and doesn’t care about the destruction his people cause other than how it affects his wallet. The kid who’s only obsessed with training to become stronger and beat everyone in a fight. The chick who drinks way too much. The chick who eats too much, who is also a secret badass. The one who obsesses over his sister. The rigid for rules chick. The other kid who obsesses over fighting and the one he always gets into fights with. And didn’t you say one was actually named Grey?”
“Their Grey is a girl,” Lucy pointed out.
Rogue smirked. “In order, we have Makarov. Gajeel. Cana. Erza. Elfman. Freed. Grey. Natsu.”
“You’d have to actually meet them,” she huffed, tossing her hands in the air. “On paper, they sound the same, sure. But they’re actually really different. And they’re a lot of fun. And Asta was a sweetheart!”
“Wasn’t he the one who hit on you?”
Lucy gave an appalled look and clasped a hand over her heart. “Not my darling Asta! Never! He’s too pure. No, the one who hit on me was Magna.” At Sting’s look, she pouted again. “And… And Zora. And Luck… And Yami… But not Asta!” Then she gave an innocent blink and slid her arms around Sting’s waist, purring up at him. “Now, Asta’s brother… If I wasn’t a taken woman three times over, I may have been tempted.”
“I will personally travel to this world just to rip that little shit’s throat out,” Sting replied with a smile. She gave a mock gasp.
“Not my darling Yuno! You mean dragons would leave him as a stain against the wall.”
“Still weird that they need books to properly harness magic,” Cobra pointed out.
“Yeah, it’s like they’re all holder type mages.” Rogue shivered. “Perish the thought.”
She flipped him off. “I’m holder type. Besides, they can still do a little magic without their books. Just not as well. Or as effectively. They did love seeing me summon my spirits without the use of a book, that was cute.”
“So what was the issue you had to solve there? I forget,” Cobra asked.
“Oh, that one was because Asta has absolutely no magic and was using a Celestial book to get a type of magic that was very unstable. It was slowly eating away at his soul.” She sighed at the memory. “So I taught him some of the meditations Capricorn taught me to help keep the Celestial magic in check within him. It was like he was a Celestial Spirit mage trying to force open a gate for a key he didn’t hold. I’ve done that once, not a fun experience. I think it helped because Stache Face pulled me out, but I can’t see or hear souls so I’m not sure. I just hope I don’t have to go back anytime soon.” She sighed. “I enjoyed spending time with them, they were fun to be around, but going back means Asta’s soul is starting to crack again.”
“Where are you off to next?” Rogue pulled her on top of him as he asked the question and the other two slayers curled around her in their usual four-person snuggle position.
“Hm, the next one is odd. Stache Face says it’s the same world but different versions of the world that are causing issues. All caused by the same being. One single demon.” All three slayers stiffened. “Don’t worry, Levy and I have been studying to prepare me for this one. Loke and Capricorn have also helped by allowing me to view how other versions of Lucy have handled demons. I’ll be prepared.”
“How long will you be gone this time?” Cobra asked softly. She shrugged.
“Not sure. However long it takes to solve the issue.” She sighed. “Hopefully not too long. But these jobs have been getting progressively harder and harder to complete.”
“Just come back to us safe and sound.”
“Promise. And a Celestial Spirit mage never breaks a promise.”
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Lucy tied her hair up in a ponytail and looked toward the bed with a soft smile. Rogue and Cobra were still sleeping away. Stache Face’s words came back to her and she had to brace herself against the dresser at the fresh wave of grief that swamped her. “I’m sorry for your loss, but bringing back your Light Dragon Slayer is out of my hands. If it helps your grief at all, know that his inner dragon still lives within your Shadow Dragon Slayer. You will forever have that part of him. But I cannot bring back what is dead. However…” He hesitated, seemingly uncertain about what he was going to say. “The place I’m sending you next… The demon who is causing the issues is named Sesshoumaru. The issue in question being a sword in his possession with the power to bring what was once dead back to life. He brought a young girl back. It unbalanced the Celestial Realm, as she was supposed to die that day. It was written in the stars. However, your Sting’s death was not written in the stars. It would not cause unbalance if this demon used his sword of life to bring your Sting back. But you’d need to bring the demon here first. I’d like to tell you that it will be an easy task, but it won’t. He needs to stand judgment for ruining the girl’s future.”
“Future? She was dead, she had no future,” Lucy argued, even as hope sparked in her chest. A chance to revive Sting? She’d take it in a heartbeat.
“Her death was written in the stars,” the Celestial King repeated. “Do you understand what that means?” She shook her head, frowning. “It means she was meant to be reborn in the stars as a Celestial Spirit. He ripped that chance away from her. She was meant to become a carefree spirit, never knowing the pain and loss that she knew as a human. She would’ve been worshiped in her world as a goddess, and instead she is following around a demon feeling indebted to him. Now, if she dies again, that future in the stars is gone. I tell you this about Sting to give you extra incentive to bring him here. I trust you, Old Friend, to do what you know in your heart is right.”
Lucy gave a sad smile to Cobra and Rogue, blowing them a kiss as she summoned Loke to take her to the necessary room in the Celestial Realm. The place she’d go to travel to this other world. She didn’t know how long she was going to be gone, and she hated leaving Cobra and Rogue so soon after her last mission… But this couldn’t wait. It wasn’t just Sting she would be saving if she succeeded. She’d be saving Rogue too.
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