A Bundle of Fairy Tails

The time skip has brought a whole bunch of fresh faces, including one inconspicuously cursed mage by the name of Kageyama. He's a simple guy trying to live a simple life. All he's gotta deal with is not satisfying the unending pit of lust that has him hungering for some sweet sweet Fairy Tails ...

But he'll be fine, right?

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"Lucy. So glad you could come by. I needed to talk to you about something."

The blonde blinked at the small landlady's words, just barely catching herself as she spun around. She should have been used to it by now, used to the double-takes, the changes, and all manner of surprises brought upon by a seven-year jump into the future. The one thing that didn't change, the one thing that seemed to be there for her was her apartment and her landlady.

The madam had not changed, save for her desired attire. She was a stout woman, though one could never call her minuscule or tiny in any sense of the word, and as Lucy looked towards the landlady's way, the woman had her hands on her hips, ever ready to announce something to the blonde.

Lucy had always found her antics … unusual, to say the least, but despite the constant reminders about her seven-year rent and the middle-aged woman's purple hair, Madam Landlady had given Lucy a final sense of normalcy in her apartment.

Though, as she turned to face the Landlady, Lucy felt as though that was about to change.

"Yes, Miss Landlady?"

The landlady folded her arms, giving that ever flat and stern face. Lucy recalled the first time she ever saw that stern face, but now she was used to it.

"Someone's just paid for about half your debt. He says he knows you."

Lucy thought she misheard, "What? What do you mean?"

"Yea, half. You know, the seven-year rent you owe me? That half, young lady."

Lucy felt her breath leave her, but she recovered quickly. Her head spun as she felt herself reaching for the wall. Only hours ago, she had been thinking about how she was going to pay for food and now someone was donating money for her sake?

"I mean … wow, who … I ... " she shook her head. Three and a half years of rent was insane to her, "Who paid for it?"

"A young man," the older woman leaned in, "A handsome man. Dark hair, cool eyes - been here for a few years."

Lucy blushed at the thought of some gentleman granting a helping hand to someone like her. It would be a lovely break for once, but the thought left her curious. Who would ever go so far as to pay for so much debt?

"Did he say his name?"

The older woman shook her head, "No, you should still say thank you."

"Of course, b-but I don't know anyone with black hair ... "

No, that wasn't totally true. There was Gray, but as far as she knew, he was just as broke as she was, not to mention, he was in a similar situation as her. She also wouldn't have called him handsome. Eccentric was more accurate.

"Young lady, if I were you, I'd be more concerned with thanking him instead of asking an old woman about his intentions."

Lucy grimaced, but she supposed Miss Landlady was right. Lucy shook her head, her eyes looking outside. It was barely an hour past noon. Jobs had been scarce save for the obvious, less than scrupulous ones that all women could pursue. Lucy was already tired from a day's search and the stress with some of the other guilds and how they tried bullying Fairy Tail left Lucy in yet another depressed state. She had been more bitey lately, tenser. Sure, she wasn't the most chipper or carefree within the guild, but she liked to think she was one of the more positive types.

"I mean - I guess that would be right. Which room is he in?"

"The basement."

Lucy tilted her head, "We have a basement?"

"Yes! The biggest room in the whole apartment. It even has its own entrance in the back."

Without another word, the landlady was dragging Lucy along by the hand, Lucy barely keeping up before she came before the basement entrance. The stairs were well kept and clean and though it led downwards, the stairs had plenty of lights to feel homely rather than claustrophobic.

The basement door, however, was not so appealing. There was an industrial metallic quality to the surface. Rather than a wood furnish, the door looked to be the entrance to somewhere unsavory and locked down. The hints of old locks broken and reforged remained present along the edge, enough to leave history behind.

"Should I be worried Miss Landlady?"

Lucy felt the woman slap her leg, "You try and replace a metal door when you're my height then. Just say hello and say thank you."

She nodded and with that, Miss Landlady went back to the entrance, leaving Lucy all alone down below. There was no time to waste. Lucy pulled her hand and gave a firm tapping against the door. The metal rapping of her light knocks echoed a little louder than she thought, but it seemed for naught. No answer came, just silence.

"Um … hello?" Lucy tried to call out. She made sure to keep her voice down, partially so she wouldn't draw any attention from anyone coming by … and partially because she didn't feel too inspired to talk with a stranger. As much as she would have liked to have thanked the kind gesture, she half expected it to be motivated by something else.

As the silence and lack of answer stretched on, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looks like no one's home. Thank god."

"Lucy?"

Lucy jumped. Her eyes darted to the top of the stairs, eyeing someone staring down at her. At first, she felt embarrassment, thinking of any number of excuses in her playbook, but soon enough, she realized something familiar about the guy.

He had dark hair, pulled behind him into a spiky ponytail. Though slightly lean and barely above average height, the young man had some build to him that kept him from looking frail or skinny. He had a cloak over him, dark brown of all things, and his eyes showed a hint of recognition. His ears had old marks where ear rings used to be and Lucy slowly began to put the pieces together as she imagined him in a white jacket.

"Wait a minute … aren't you Kageyama?" she suddenly said, growing fully attentive. She walked up to meet him and, yes, it was him, "Kageyama … yea, from Eisenwald! I thought you were in prison."

The young man grimaced, taking a step back as she approached. Now that she was much closer, she could definitely recognize him, even past any sort of change. There was only one reason she remembered the young man and it was because of his ever so eager need to kick Natsu in the face. She could still see the cocky expression, the sneer on his lips. He didn't have a sneer now, but that didn't stop Lucy from giving him a cold look.

"What are you doing here?" she grumbled.

"I live here. That's my door you're knocking on."

She furrowed her brow at that. If that was his door then that means …

"Wait, you're the benefactor? She said you were handsome."

Kageyama scowled, "Was that really necessary?"

"Say's the guy that paid for half my debt when I've been gone for seven years. Why would you do that?"

"If you don't want it, I could just take it back."

"Hell no!" she squeaked, "I'm not giving that up!"

Kageyama snickered. He had a cuter smile than she remembered. It looked much better without a scowl ruining his face. She recalled their first meeting together, when he insulted Natsu. It was a different time and a different Lucy. Natsu was nowhere to be found, but she knew how he'd act. He'd be annoyed and angry at first before cooling off just a second later.

But she wasn't Natsu.

"I'm leaving," she said, heading past the dark haired mage, "As long as you're not causing trouble, we won't have a problem."

"I'm not trying to cause trouble. Just helping a fellow fairy out … wait, do we call ourselves fairies or-"

Now that was another surprise she was not expecting. She stopped in her tracks, turning about just so she could look directly at Kageyama's gaze.

"What did you say?"

He sighed, "I said I'm not causing trouble-"

"Not that part!" she grumbled, "You're a part of our Guild now? When? Why? How?"

"A year ago, jeez. You trying to interrogate me or what?"

"Maybe I should!" she said, stomping the ground with her foot, "I still haven't forgotten what you guys tried to do."

"Fine, sure," he shrugged, "You're entitled to that, I guess."

He took a couple of steps down, still locking eyes with her as though he were waiting for her move. She watched him and though he stopped on the second step, she was inclined to press him. It only made sense as she had done the same against Gajeel … though Gajeel's actions were much less personal.

Eventually, she got tired of staring at him. Waving him away, "Well … I guess you can't be all bad."

"Thanks, I guess?"

"Hey, you can't expect any more than that. You've got a lotta ground to cover."

Kage snorted, "You just want me to give you more money."

"That's not true!"

She stopped herself before she could go any further. Kage's look wasn't sour nor cocky. He was just smiling there, looking happy enough as things were. It reminded her of the others in the guild, a satisfied smile. There wasn't a single lick of his smirk or glare, no distant gaze about it. He seemed happy … or maybe free? She could relate with both and it helped that he looked cuter with age.

Was he really telling the truth about joining the guild then?

Shaking her head, Lucy took a mental backstep to allow herself some more space.

"How?" she asked again, "How did you join?"

He shrugged, "I just came in and it was awkward, but the boss sat me down, one on one."

"You talked with Makarov?"

"I mean, we already talked before, so it's not like I never met him before. I told him I wanted to join and he asked why, blah blah blah - then we just did small talk and we just connected."

"Connected?" she didn't like the way he used the word, but Makarov was certainly the type to connect, "About what?"

Kageyama flinched, a nervous smile breaking across his face, "Awww … nothing. Just guy stuff, you know? Ordinary man things … you wouldn't care."

She nodded, though she could tell he was hiding something, "Right. Well, it was nice meeting you, I guess. Sorry about that and … thank you."

He gave her a handsome smile, "Don't mention it."

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FUCK, that was hard. That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire life. Everything up until that moment was a complete walk in the park compared to what he was going through now, and it was all thanks to her.

Lucy.

As soon as Lucy left for the stairs, Kageyama raced down to the basement. His steps were panicked, his heartbeat shaking. The sight of Lucy had awakened this in him, awakened this terrible sensation that he thought he long purged. Her face, her eyes, her shapely frame - all of it. Why Why Why - by everything under heaven and above.

Kage threw off his cloak, trying desperately to feel for the light switches hidden all around him. With a flick, powerful luminescent beams rained upon him, scouring shadows that sought to swallow him whole. His clothes needed to go as well, for they too created shadows. There were shadows everywhere, slithering on him and torturing him. As soon as he got the last of the articles off him, only then could he feel reprieve save for one spot.

The searing mark on his chest pumped and throbbed. It was as alive and unrelenting as the heart that beat in his chest. He had sought to keep it from overwhelming him and had been relatively successful in doing so … until Lucy came. To an outsider, one might have thought him angry or disgusted by an old enemy, an enemy that sent him to prison no less.

There was no doubt in his mind that his old self might have held a grudge, but Kageyama was not that old self of his. He was different now, wizened and battered. Lucy didn't make him angry or bitter. Lucy brought upon a different feeling in him as he slowly felt the power on his mark dissipate, leaving him aware of other bodily sensations on him.

Lucy made him unbearably aroused.

"Fuck," he said, gulping as felt his wood stiffen and pulse with anticipation. He hadn't expected to see Lucy. He had honestly hoped to avoid her, especially after he heard she had returned. He should have just not paid that fucking rent. God damn it, his stupid bleeding heart - what was the point of getting a basement room if he was going to put himself out in the open like this.

His arousal wasn't about to go so he raised his hands towards his clothes, letting the few tendrils of darkness slither underneath as it retrieved something from within his domain. Though juvenile, the adult books Makarov had given him were at least somewhat of a reprieve, but this stupid mark was unending in its relentlessness. It had to keep messing with him. It had to keep torturing him. All because Kageyama wanted to be a "Shadow God Slayer" or whatever.

He went for the first book, looking through the dirty mag's with a careful pace. They were old fashioned things. The quality of print had faded and something about handling an old man's leftovers was not appealing in the slightest. So much for getting help with his new urges, though Makarov had been quite good on his word about helping with the seals. Just as long as Kageyama didn't do anything stupid, he'd still be in the old man's good graces.

Kage gave up on the first magazine. It was all too tame to him. He needed something hardcore and raw. A video perhaps? Makerov promised to get him something of the sort, but he had yet to produce the item, the midget bastard. God, he just wished Makerov would actually help him instead of sealing the stupid magic with his contact's help - dusty bitch should've been sucking cock instead of making this stupid seal.

He threw the magazine away, fists clenching as he felt the words rattle through him. Fuck, this wasn't working. He needed to do something, anything to keep his magic at bay. The magazines were frustrating him and the seal was just burning - no reprieve in sight.

What about the blonde girl?

Lucy? She was a whiny bitch when they first met and even on the staircase she got on his case about god knows what … but those tits, those thighs - she was something else. She wasn't overly muscular, overly voluptuous, or crazy looking like most other mages. She was just perfectly balanced at slightly above average. It helped that she was cute too, even if he wasn't going to admit it to her face. Why was he thinking about Lucy again?

Wait, no no - Kage shook his head, waving away the thoughts. The voice was quieted for just a moment before it whispered again.

Nothing wrong with admiring … right?

Yes … no … ehh, sure, it wasn't wrong completely but -

That's right. It's no different than telling someone they're cute. Just admire from afar. Nothing else.

Kage hesitated, but nodded in the end. Sure, fine. What was the voice's point?

Magazines won't work. You need to admire something real.

He scoffed, "Right, like that'll work. I did enough admiring on the staircase."

You only saw the surface level. You haven't admired her properly.

… He didn't admire her properly? How was he supposed to admire her properly? He looked, he saw, and he talked - there, that was it.

Why just talk and watch? Why not touch?

Kage felt his throat clench. The suggestion alone had his body reacting with chills and subtle sensations.

It would only help your urges.

She would get him kicked out if she found out.

If she finds out ...

The thought chilled him, though at this point, what concerned him the most was the voice's allure. It wasn't abhorrent any more, the voice seeming that much more appealing. Technically there was no harm in just looking. So long as he kept to the shadows, so long as he observed from afar, there was no one suffering any ill fate.

Lucy would never have to know of his satisfaction.

He nodded to the voice, or was he nodding to himself? He couldn't tell. All he had now was an objective. He went towards the switch in the room. Light was swallowed up and he felt the dark swallow him as well. Instead of gnawing teeth or crawling fingers, Kage felt a ticklish wave, like his hand was moving through water. He took a step then another, then a couple more. Step after step, he approached the edge of the room and waited to be stopped by nature itself.

No such luck. He was still walking. Even when he was sure he had gone out of the boundaries of the room, his feet met no resistance and his arms fell no walls. There was only an endless expanse with his own room seeming to go farther and farther away.

Yet despite this, he wasn't lost per say. Even as he walked with no particular direction, Kage felt no sense to wander. Forward was all he needed to go, all the way till he felt the touch of cool air breach his throat.

There were certain disadvantages to living down in the basement. One of them was the lack of air circulation and air conditioning. It was hot down there, down in the depths, but he thought it to be a small price to pay for isolation and sanity. Now that he was out of that hellish, confined space, Kage felt a sigh of relief. The air was chilling and comforting. He felt like he could breathe again and breathe he did, all that air and all that feeling returning to him.

The room smelled pleasant - effeminate and gentle. It wasn't the first room Kage smelled that smelled of a woman, but it certainly was the first that made him feel comforted. It was strange to think about though. Technically, this had been the first time the young man had ever laid eyes on the room, despite his charitable donation. Perhaps it was karma then that he came here. Yes, now he was starting to feel much more comfortable and much more willing. Surely, Heartfilia would understand even if she did wake up. Surely, she'd be more than willing to give Kage the benefit of the doubt.

As Kage took a step further, his feet remained silent. He was just as the dark itself, formless, weightless, and ever present. It helped, however, that the room was just as devoid of light as his own, save for the night glow threatening to enter through the window. How long had he been down in his room? Last he recalled, there had been some light out but it seemed that time had passed faster than he anticipated.

He approached slowly, taking care to avoid anything that might have made noise. All he had to do was follow the sound of her breathing. She had a soft mewling - gentle and fair. Even her yawn and snoores were cute, adorable even … but cute and adorable weren't what Kage was looking for.

He stood at the corner of the room, unmoving from the shadowy spot. She was completely enveloped in her blanket; how was he supposed to be satisfied with this in the slightest.

Just move the blanket … oh, but that might wake her up.

Kage grimaced. Oh, now the voice had to contradict itself even as it slithered over him and urged him forward. He knew it wanted him to jump her. He knew it wanted him to just have his way in whatever way he could. He knew because that was what he felt. That was what he wanted, but Kage wasn't about to give this thing what it wanted.

"I don't need to pull her blanket off or her clothes off," he said, "I just need to … get closer."

Kage half expected the voice to reject him, but no such condemnation came to be. He took it as a sign to continue. He stood by her bedside but instead of touching her, he simply walked into the framing. Kage felt his shape seemingly slip against the hardwood. His form stretched and narrowed though no pain came from it. He narrowed down, slipping underneath the covers.

Lucy slept in a loose-fit shirt and underwear. They could do little to stop him as Kage finally reached his prize, the girl's full and shapely bosom. They were … fucking huge. Damn, the size of these things, all stuck underneath the shirt. If only it was off her if only her chest was free.

You could … still do it ...

He could, couldn't he? He cursed the voice, but … well, things were going well to say the least. And it wasn't like she was wearing anything tight. A mere thought was all it took. Fingers crept along the edges of Lucy's frame. Delicate in their approach, these shadow digits found their mark, her bra strap. Kage watched as her chest squeezed inwards, all before they slowly relaxed as all lovingly natural breasts should.

God, he loved natural breasts. No weird surgeries or unusual shapes here - all-natural bosoms rising up and down with each breath. Lucy, despite the size of her chest, remained on her back. Her arms and legs were open and stretched apart, as though reaching for something. She seemed … tired, vulnerable. Suffice it to say, Lucy seemed all the cuter now that he wasn't listening to her squeals. She actually seemed like a cuter woman than some whiney bitch.

Kage gulped at the sight again, his thoughts slowly wandering away as he crept forward. God this was … something. Another person - so close to him - it had been so long since he had felt the touch of a woman. Fair skin, soothing warmth, and the smell - Lucy smelled nice. He paused for a moment, distracted by his thoughts again. He felt like a freak. Who else would obsess with someone's god damn smell … but fuck, everything was so nice.

Kage flattened himself against her body, his weight and shape suddenly melding against the shadow as he felt his face meet with her chest. God, that pillowy heft squished against his face softer than any cloud. There was nothing quite like feeling someone next to him, breathing beside him, and for a moment, he almost felt content to lay against her.

He felt his sense of touch stretch around her, all guided by a need to just embrace the girl. Her soft legs, smooth and fair, dragged his hand around her. A brief sniffle gave Kage pause. Even if he was just wisps of dark shadow on her body, if she moved, she'd surely feel him laying on top of her. He was lucky then that Lucy drifted back, only turning her head as she squirmed a bit.

A close one, too close. Kage was already risking it all with this mess. If he was caught all over on Lucy, it was bye-bye to any sense of comfort, no house, nowhere to turn. Lucy's body, however, was tempting enough to draw his hunger. She was thicker in the right places, no flabby stomach but instead a smooth, bubbly butt to draw his fingers in. He squished the mounds gently. Lucy answered with a cooing breath; so far, so good. Kage relaxed, feeling himself form up as he kissed her stomach, drawing his adoration down towards her thighs before he felt the thin lining that was her panties greet him.

For a moment, he swore something was amiss as he came down on her. Surely, she wasn't wet from just some kisses, was she? He got an answer as he drew a hand over her loins, just where her slit should have been. The feeling was damp, but it was the smell that truly told the full story. Even in complete darkness, Kage could still feel the warmed mound that was Lucy's flower, warmed and tender from his touch.

Now to get that underwear off.

The nightwear was loose, as it should have been. Her underwear may have been slightly tight, but Kage was smart enough to stretch her panties from opposite sides of her waist. He had to nudge it down, bit by bit, but as he did so, Lucy's body shook. He paused again, but once more, Lucy was fast asleep. Her pussy was free, but her underwear was still in the way. Kage felt the slow endeavor grow tenser as the seconds passed. Lucy would occasionally try to squirm, but it was his cock that did the most to stifle his concentration.

Do it. Do her. Rip it all off. Let loose.

A deep breath wasn't good enough. He needed to bother himself another way. As soon as Lucy's panties reached her ankles, the dark-haired man felt he waited long enough. Lucy flinched at his touch, her sleeping mind still obeying the feelings of touch and lust as Kage leaned down below. Her legs smelled of love juices now, or perhaps that was the sheets stained with said fluids. Kage didn't care. He had her legs spread wide as though presenting her bare pussy out on display.

What a cute little thing. His fingers had to spread her folds open, granting him an audience with the inner sanctum. Lucy was starting to move more, but Kage had come too far to stop now. Before he gave it any more thought, Kage felt himself melt back down into the shadow, save for his head. His face pushed in between her legs. Kisses came first but his thirst made his tongue greedy, lapping up her loins and her clit.

"MMm," Lucy muttered, her waist tried to move out of the way, but Kage followed. Kage's neck started to hurt craning down, so his body sank down into the bed, a pool of shadow forming as he did so. Now he could operate on her with impunity, following and pleasuring her with an arguably more comfortable angle. Fuck - she was creaming. His breathing grew more intense, eyes no longer open as he was enraptured by his hunger.

Had he looked, perhaps he might have seen the fingers starting to move for his face. Lucy's mewlings were growing louder as her instincts begged her to touch herself. The only problem was … Kage was there. Lucy was starting to awaken … and Kage had still not left.

"Ah-ahhh," she cried out. Kage felt her starting to sit up, her breaths stifled and weakened by Kage's attack on her loins. She tried to turn to what felt like a side lamp, but Kage pulled her firmly. Now she was aware, but Kage kept working his magic down there, tasting and enjoying her dripping mixture of saliva and pussy fluids.

"W-what? Who-" Kage felt the blanket finally fly off, cool air and a dim moonlight gracing his features. He finally opened his eyes to a panicked and confused Lucy. She was flush faced and still dizzy from sleep, but her slit and his abusive tongue was certainly waking her up, "K-kage? What are you-hhhWnnnn!"

Kage's tongue drew in deeper, trying to stop her from talking. He had a twisted satisfaction seeing her like this. Some revenge here, some sexual satisfaction there - ultimately, it was shutting her up … and soon he could feel his magic affect him. His tongue felt like it dragged in deeper, coiling into her. He tasted her loins and explored her much more thoroughly, to the point where Lucy was leaning back down as her back arched.

"N-NO, N-not there - h--oohh g-g-g-awwd, FUCK," she squealed. For a moment, he felt her entire body tightening, muscles forced to squeeze and stress before completely collapsing. A new taste came as did a gentle wetness squirting out. Kage pulled away huffing as he enjoyed the sensations on his tongue.

More

His eyes were on Lucy. She felt so … vulnerable … so small. Surely, he could do more. He could drag her into his little domain and have his fun with her. What was wrong with a little more fun, after all. She was already out cold, right? Just an hour of fun … two hours? Three? The night was still young. He could do so much more and enjoy Lucy completely ...

No ...

He coughed, feeling the tightness on his chest starting to dissipate. His mouth was no longer parched and thirst driven and Lucy … well, she still looked good. Lucy breathed heavily as her eyes were glazed over, some vestiges of her orgasm firing her nerves again and again. Kage got what he came for. He had staved off his unfortunate little curse. Now all he had to do was clean things up.

The blanket came first, followed by Kage tugging her panties back onto Lucy … or at least trying. God, it was a stubborn thing. The wet piece of cloth, squished against his fingers and only seemed to add more trouble than it was worth with how narrow it was. He threw it off the side of the bed before he looked around for anything else. Luckily, Kage hadn't brought much other than his body. No errant clothes or missing rings of the sort had come along for the ride.

Good, good - she'd probably just think she had a wet dream or something. Kage slunk back down to the pool in her bed, slowly sinking down as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just tonight … just once … that's all he would ever need. He'd never do this ever again …

Right?