Chapter Twenty Eight - Winning Lucy's Heart

I had finished another training session with Ikaruga, taken her home, and set about using my masturbation maid for the purpose she so clearly wished. Seeing me advance so quickly got her intensely aroused - she seemed to be the type to like strong men, and she absolutely loved it when I showed her how much stronger than her I truly was. I certainly wasn't complaining: hearing her effusive, self-debasing words after another difficult but productive training session told me I was on the right path, and of course the sex was always great.

Still, I had only come inside her once thus far, while she sat prostrate on the bed, her face buried in a pillow as if it would be offensive to me, when Erza suddenly burst through the door. "Is Lucy here?" She demanded, not even paying much attention to Ikaruga getting fucked stupid on my bed.

"Uh. No," I said, slowing my pace inside Ikaruga. Despite the way she didn't move beyond the faintest tremble, I could practically feel her disappointment radiating out, her desperate desire for me to just shove my cock right back into her waiting sex. I resisted the urge, however. "Has something happened?"

"We were planning to take a well-paying job, when she suddenly rushed away on some business all her own. I failed to catch her, being too startled by the whole affair. Has she come here? Konata?" She called out for the blue-haired girl, who stumbled out of her bedroom, lips smacking. "Do you know where Lucy's gone to?"

She took a few seconds. "Oh. Uh. Probably the Love & Lucky Merchant Guild?"

"Thank you, Konata," Erza said, clapping Konata on the shoulder. "I am sorry to interrupt, Lee," she said, with a quick bow. "Please, continue to enjoy your masturbation maid."

"I can hardly simply enjoy my masturbation maid while Lucy is clearly distressed by something," I told her, trying to remember why Lucy would run off there. I rewound my body to make me fully clothed and remove any physical exhaustion from fucking Ikaruga for so long. She just sighed into the pillow, then quietly rose to her feet, letting me zap her back into her maid uniform and a good state of dress. "Konata, do you have any idea?"

"Her... dad's... headed there? And it's dangerous?" Konata suggested.

"I see. She wants to protect her father." Erza suddenly drew up into a fist. "This is my chance to make up for my failure with Ultear. I must leave now, to catch up with the two of them!" She declared, before rushing off. I wound up rushing off after her, too.

* * *

By the time we actually arrived at the Love & Lucky merchant guild, Lucy had already taken down the various dark guild members and freed the hostages, who were singing her praises and thanking her for saving their lives. "Dad?!" She called out, desperately searching around for her father. "DAD! Have any of you seen Jude Heartfilia?!" Her voice was full of fear, but the people just shook their heads uncertainly.

"I will help you find your father, Lucy," Erza offered.

"My own assistance will be even greater - I suspect he may have not yet arrived at the guild, when the dark guild took over," I said, having managed to remember this little subplot well enough for that. "I will search the surrounding area."

We all moved to track Lucy's father down; she was understandably upset and anxious about her father's current condition. Eventually, as I had predicted, he had not even arrived in the city by the time that Lucy got there and started rescuing people, producing a tough reunion between the two as they both warred with their individual emotions and pride. It was clear that her father had treated her poorly, just as he had canonically.

When she was done with the emotional exhaustion, I asked her if she wanted to talk - she did. She unloaded it all on me, talking about how her dad had tried to kidnap her, how he'd never cared at all, but he'd come along and demanded a hundred thousand Jewels from her and became outraged when she told him she couldn't pay (and, she couldn't), all the myriad conflicts and problems that had been fully resolved by this point. As best as I could recall, canonically, she would not see her father again after this, but I did not bother her with niceties about how he loved her and you never know what day shall be your last seeing someone. I would just make sure that it was not her last day seeing her father.

"You mentioned that your mother's grave has been moved," I said to her, and she nodded glumly, fishing out a scrap of paper with the address written on it. "Let's go visit it, to pay our respects," I said, and she smiled softly, nodding along.

* * *

"Mom..." Lucy began, then lost her sense of what to say. Her legs trembled. She hadn't been to her mother's grave in such a long time, and now, she'd come here, along with Erza and Lee. At least Natsu wasn't here. Erza could treat things with solemnity, but Natsu would probably wonder if there was anything to fight. She let out a small laugh at the thought. "I brought Lee and Erza to meet you. I mentioned them in my letters. The pervert and master fighter."

"Which am I?" Lee asked, earning a snort from Lucy, a faint smile finding its way to curl across her lips. He could sometimes be funny. She was assuming he was trying to be funny at this point - it would be sad if he really was confused.

She just swallowed, taking a deep breath through her nose and sighing. "I don't really know what to say, Mom. I don't know if Dad will be okay. I don't have a husband to present you, or anything like that."

"If you wish to have a husband to present your mother, you could do far worse than Lee," Erza said, making Lucy glance her way and find that the woman spoke with utter seriousness. She smiled and shook her head.

"I just love you. And... I guess I love Dad too, despite all the crap he's put me through this past year..."

The ground erupted, making her shriek and fall back on her ass. "What the-?" The coffin simply landed atop the freshly-opened soil. "I swear, if some necromancer or something is-!" She cut herself off as she saw Lee, focused deeply on the coffin. "Did you do this? Don't rip my Mom's dead body out of the ground, what the hell is the matter with you! Put her back!" She didn't feel the tears start, the tang and bitterness - she knew they'd arrived only by the way her vision began to swim, the wet sensation running down her cheeks. At some point she rushed up to Lee and started beating on him, yelling at him, but he just kept going.

Then it happened. The miracle she would never have even thought to hope for. The coffin slid open, and her mother rose from it. It was a slow, aching motion, more done of confusion than anything like sense. Her mother, Layla Heartfilia, looked tired, thin, like she had been in her dying days - then suddenly she was restored to the fullness of youth, just as she had been in Lucy's childhood memories. She looked like an older sister, not a mother, but Lucy couldn't keep herself from rushing forward to hug her mother. She was nothing but incoherent feelings at the moment, mumbling and whining as she clutched herself tight to the mother she'd long since thought was irrevocably dead.

* * *

I do not exaggerate when I say that Lucy was the spitting image of her mother, Layla Heartfilia. They differed only in style - where Lucy was boyish and active in her styles, short hair and ponytails, her mother clearly had enjoyed refined dresses, her long hair done back as it had been before her death. Her daughter sobbed as she hugged at her mother - even Erza stared at the scene with some wonder. I simply let out a sigh of relief - it would have been absolutely horrid if it had turned out I could not bring back the dead. I might have had to use the secret memory-removing function of my time powers on both Erza and Lucy, were that the case, so they could not see me make a fool of my- so they would not be traumatized by me digging up Lucy's dead mother to no avail.

"Lucy?" Came Layla's voice, soft and unsure. Lucy couldn't speak, could only let some mangled babble of a cry escape her throat, her head rapidly nodding up and down in agreement: she was Lucy. She was her mother's daughter. Layla reached down for her daughter, smiling gently as she began to softly run her fingers through her hair. "Lucy. There, there. It must have been hard, I know," she said, her voice soft and kind as she held her own daughter there. "I'm happy that I can see you again. You've grown up so big and strong." She seemed to adapt herself to her - frankly, bizarre - set of circumstances without much difficulty. There was some watering in the corners of her eyes, of course - she was not some heartless woman who could endure a situation like this without any reaction. "And who are your friends?"

"This is Lee, and Erza," Lucy mumbled into her mother's bosom, her hands firmly wrapped around her, unwilling to ever let her go. "Mom, I'm so glad you're okay," she continued, sniffling faintly even then. "I love you. I missed you."

"I love you too, sweetie," her mother said, softly.

"I believe it would be best if we gave the two of you space. Your husband is still alive, though I am afraid far poorer than when you left him," I told Layla, who let out a light noise that made it clear that fact didn't matter to her at all. "He hasn't remarried."

She let out a soft laugh at that. "That's good to hear. That would have been very awkward, if he were." She tilted her head, as if considering the question for a moment, before her daughter's sobs brought her attention back down.

"We will leave you two in peace," Erza said, grasping my arm firmly and hefting me up off my feet in a quick movement, carrying me bridal style as she practically fled the scene with me in her arms, looking, I'm sure, like some parody of the knight carrying away the scantily clad princess. I enjoyed the cool feeling of her armored limbs carrying me as we rushed along.

* * *

"No, you can't curse him. I put him here," Susie said, idly kicking her legs. "I didn't give him the ability to bring back the dead just so you could whine about the 'sacred balance of life and death', and I'm stronger than you anyway, so get used to it." She flipped two fingers at the enraged local god, but she was way stronger than him anyway. Stupid local gods always got a big head from picking on the mortals. She lazed back down to get back to watching the ongoing events with her blessed transplant as he wandered around down on Earthland. He put on a pretty decent show, as pornos went.

* * *

Lucy ran her hand through her hair, staring out into the distance. Her mother had gone to see her father again, and she couldn't blame her. They were married, after all. However that worked. She had to trudge her way back to Magnolia after having experienced... a miracle. She couldn't really kid herself and call it something else. It was a miracle. Lee had brought the dead back to life, her mother had been fine, warm, healthy - as if she had never gotten sick and died at all. It was almost incomprehensible, that it had even happened. It had a surreal feeling.

Lee had been...

She was starting to feel like she'd never actually looked at Lee for real. She'd seen the pervy underwear stealing side of him, and ignored everything else. His intelligence, his artistic talents, his generosity and kindness, as demonstrated now by bringing her dead mother back to life. He was hot, too, that may have played a teensy role in it. But she increasingly felt like all her complaints were just trying to talk herself out of it. Oh no, the guy likes your bra! Sure, that was some minus points, but compared to... everything else?

She didn't even really care about the whole multiple girlfriends thing. Probably she'd care a little later, but it was clear he went to great lengths to take care of his girlfriends, and if he could get the same Juvia who constantly accused her of trying to steal Lee away to accept him having multiple girlfriends, it couldn't have been that bad, being one of many.

She'd actually unloaded that weird ambivalence to her mother, falling back into old habits despite the fact that her mother had spent the last ten years dead and probably didn't want to hear about her relationship drama, but her mother had just given her one of those useless bits of wisdom. "I'm certain that whatever decision you make, will be the right one."

"Gee, thanks, Mom," she muttered under her breath, absently happy that her mother was alive again so she didn't have to worry about her spirit overhearing her complaining.

She wound up in front of Lee's house, rather than her own. She swallowed and rapped on the front door, the sound seeming to echo in silence. Rather than his maid (she refused to call her a 'masturbation maid,' that title was absolutely ridiculous and she didn't understand how it actually got used in normal conversations), though, the person to answer it was Lee himself. "Hey," she said, with a small wave of her hand. "I want to talk."

"Of course. Come inside, please. I would love to hear your lovely voice." And steal my bra. And fuck me.

Okay, the stealing her bra thing was still a reminder that she shouldn't just completely roll over for him, but the 'fuck me' part was now something that she was looking forward to, embarrassingly enough. "I wanted to thank you, for bringing my mom back from the dead. Even if I may have, in the middle part of it, began screaming incoherently and beating on your chest."

"To a wizard of my talents, it is truly nothing to do, for a friend." She actually smiled at that. Egoism aside, he could be really nice. The way he just treated something so ridiculously important as something to be casually dismissed, it felt more like he was being humble than that he was treating bringing her mother back from the dead without appropriate gravitas. "I truly should have done it earlier, but, I did not honestly think of it before this moment. An act of foolishness for which I deserve to be punished."

Alright, now he was channeling Erza. Suddenly, a fun little thought came to her head. "Alright, here's your punishment for raising my mother from the dead," she told him, grabbing the back of his neck and getting up on her toes so she could kiss him right on the lips. It was something done spontaneously, without much forethought, and naturally it was also done without much talent. Still, he accepted it without the slightest complaint, as her lips mushed up against his, their noses poking at one another awkwardly for a fraction of a second before she fell back down onto her heells.

"A fitting punishment," he said, in a tone of voice that made it hard to tell if he was joking. She just smiled at him, letting out a deep breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Her hand reached out for his.

He wanted her. She wanted him. What even had she been doing? Getting offended over his bra stealing, when there was a hot, considerate guy, who was also rich, clearly interested in her? It seemed ridiculous now. Still, her mouth didn't quite work. She'd never done that kind of stuff with a guy, so she couldn't just say, 'let's go have sex in your bedroom.' Even thinking about it made her blush.

He seemed to be able to read her mind, though, his fingers gently playing with one strand of her hair as he smiled down at her, gaze hidden behind those sunglasses. "Would you care to retire to the bedroom?" She just blushed brighter at that, but managed to force herself to nod. He hefted her up, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom, then laying her down on the bed. He didn't start to strip her, or himself - instead, he leaned down over her, meeting her lips with his own. His tongue lapped gently at her lips, his hands sliding along her sides, eventually wandering their way down to her butt, massaging and groping the flesh there.

It felt good, his hands on her body, the feeling of fingers slipping into her flesh, through the too-thin fabric of her shorts. She could feel his length as it rubbed against her groin, through the fabric of their clothing. He was hard for her. Aroused. He wanted her too. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, and she could feel her nipples practically scrape against him, through the thin layers of her top. Part of her noticed that she didn't appear to still be wearing a bra, but she no longer cared, or at least, she stifled the part of her that cared, shouting it down by pointing out that when the guy who brought your mother back from the dead steals your bra during a makeout session, you tell him "Thank you!"

She finally realized that his tongue flicking against her lips was silently requesting energy, and blushed as it slithered into her mouth. It felt surprisingly nice, having two powerful hands groping her ass, as his tongue gently brushed along her palate, teasing her gums. She shivered softly at his touch, his fingers practically clawing at the flesh, and she felt his length continue to rub against her own groin, the faint hint of pelvis against pelvis. Her clit was feeling particularly sensitive, as her clothing rubbed against it awkwardly from the pressure of his cock - then she exploded in pleasure.

It was intense. Incredible. It was nothing like when she did it herself, which she didn't do it very much herself in the first place, but she could only gasp around Lee's tongue as the pleasure coursed through her body. Her back arched, her whole body quivering in excitement, and Lee just kept going: kept kissing her, kept pressing his body up against her nipples, kept groping her ass, kept rubbing his cock against her groin. Her breathing becamme intense, and she could feel the burning in her cheeks, as she knew that soon enough, he would be peeling down her shorts and doing a disappearing act on her panties... then he'd be inside her, and...

Her thoughts were cut off as his hands instead went up for her breasts, softly caressing them through the thin fabric of her top, making her whole body shiver as her nipples scraped along his palms. Her legs kicked at the air behind him, as she started to just grind herself up against him, to press her own pelvis against his. Her tongue flapped about in her mouth as she moaned in increasingly incoherent pleasure, as his fingers simply sank into her breasts, squeezing and groping them like her clothes weren't even there. Her eyes rolled around desperately, unable to even make eye contact with the man kissing her, thanks to his sunglasses. She managed to catch just the hint of his eyes, as the sunglasses slipped down imperceptibly, and she remained utterly locked on those golden eyes as another powerful orgasm ran right through her.

When she finished, she panted heavily beneath him, and he finally broke off the kiss. A thin trail of saliva stretched down from his lips to her own for just a few lovely seconds, and she stared at it, practically hypnotized by the way it shimmered in the light. He reached out for it with one hand, breaking it close to her lips, then pulling it back up into his own mouth, cleaning his finger in a way that seemed so deeply sensual and intimate in a way she couldn't put her fingers on.

His eyes were devouring her, as he stared down at her. She had no doubt she looked like a mess - she could feel the flush in her cheeks, and her clothing was sticking uncomfortably to her skin. But he seemed to like it anyway, which made her feel nice. A handsome guy who fucked like a god (if the number of girlfriends he had was any indication) was looking at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. With gentle, almost feathery light movements, he peeled away her clothing in a few quick brushes of his fingers, and she was naked underneath him.

She felt the flush grow in her cheeks as he stared down at her. He kissed her again, but it wasn't the ravenous, tongue-filled thing that it had been the last time: it was short and sweet. His lips then began to slowly trail down her neck, his hands running gently up and down her hips as he simply softly cared for her body. Part of her felt deeply embarrassed, being naked in front of a guy for the first time, but the gentle kisses he made, even as they trailed down to her breasts, were a light enough thing not to trigger any negative response. "You're beautiful," he softly whispered, as he kissed her on the stomach, continuing to make his way down towards her navel, then arriving at last at her clitoris, which he kissed - and then started to suckle on.

It felt amazing. Without any real thought on her part, her hand reached down for Lee's head, gripping it tight against her, her thighs wrapping around his head from either side. He let out a soft hum, and she didn't know whether it was meant to be approval or something else, but either way it felt amazing. Her breathing became odd, her whole body absently twitching, this little up-down movement of her stomach that set her breasts jiggling.

She didn't last long - she came inside a minute from him suckling and licking on her clit, her legs snapping around the back of his head and just spasming in pleasure. She ground herself against him, her pelvis pressing into his face, her eyes rolling up and back. "Ha, haaa," she managed to pant out, a desperate and incoherent noise. Her toes curled and wiggled, her feet twisting around in little corkscrew motions before the pleasure finally left her, and she collapsed backwards onto the bed, releasing Lee's head.

He moved, smiling gently, and kissed her right on the lips, a firm thing this time, not the sweet peck of earlier. His tongue flicked at her lips, and her mouth fell open on automatic. Distantly, she was aware he was stripping himself naked, but she was in the afterglow, her breathing labored, and she couldn't find the energy to even really care, just staring at his brow.

She swallowed as he began to slowly but surely rub his bare length against her sex, as if testing to see if she was appropriately wet. She just panted, giving a tiny nod into the kiss, ready to accept whatever he was about to bring to bear. Her hands came up for his back, finding his skin pleasantly exposed, and she started to trace along it as he kept on teasing her like that.

It felt good. It was pleasant, distracting, her breath soft in his mouth, her eyelashes absently fluttering. She was soon out of the afterglow, and that's when he acted, his hands grasping her thighs and twisting them up, shifting his hips to angle his very tip at her sex. She swallowed, anticipating the pain of defloration, and then he simply slammed inside her.

No pain came with it - he was simply inside her, his cock throbbing in her sex, and she could feel it, feel the way their two bodies had become one. She let out a long, pleasant sigh, her eyelashes fluttering as he buried himself deep within her. Her shoulders slumped down, and she just relaxed, enjoying the feeling of gentle rocking as he pushed himself deep inside her, again and again, his kiss endless and hungry, his tongue flicking around inside her mouth. He angled his body in such a way that he would brush faintly against her clit on the deep penetration, giving her a little pleasant tingle, and of course it felt absolutely wonderful to have his cock buried deep inside her, rubbing against her in intense and intimate way.

She went cross-eyed as she came for the first time in that position. Her moan carried into Lee's mouth for a moment before he broke off the kiss, admiring her with obvious lust on his features, continuing to thrust away, his pace intensifying now - but she was by no means annoyed by that. She was enjoying it, in fact, the way he was pounding away. "You are truly, truly, a beautiful woman, Lucy Heartfilia. I'm happy to make you mine." She could only dumbly nod at that, a smile on her lips as she stared loosely up at his form. He kissed her again, more sharply this time, his tongue seeming to somehow dive even deeper than it ever had before. Her body was being twisted upwards, until her ankles rested on his shoulders, his cock just furiously pounding away, the bed squeaking with each and every thrust.

She did, almost absently, realize she wasn't doing anything at all. He'd been having sex with sex freaks like Erza (a woman who had never understood the phrase TMI and considered Lucy a friend, so she'd gotten to hear far too much about the particulars of their sex life), so he was probably used to girls who really did something, right? She had no idea what to do, though, and settled for reaching up for his hair, trailing lovingly through it with one hand, the other sliding down to grope his ass, and wow did he have a nice ass, firm and muscular to go with his generally amazing physique.

Each bounce send her tits sliding along her legs, her nipples occasionally just-barely stimulated in a way that was tantalizing and arousing. As she groped his ass, caressed his head, Lee met her with a reciprocal movement, holding her tight against him as he also began to feel up her ass again. His hands just seemed to sink into the now-bare flesh, skin against skin feeling absolutely wonderful, even the layer of sweat that had begun to form on her body only adding a pleasant flavor to it all.

She came in that position, again and again, the whole thing better than all the earlier teasing put together, each orgasm carrying with it almost a personal signature from Lee, as if his body was silently telling her that she'd never feel this good without him. Ridiculous as it was, it was still kind of hot, and she basked in the pleasure. It was easy to see how he'd managed to round Levy, Erza, Juvia, Konata, and Ikaruga all into his little harem. Part of her idly noted that now she was part of it too, but she found she didn't really care, not compared to the amazing sex she was having with the amazing guy who supported her writing and raised her mother from the dead. (The latter was more important, but the former showed he could put in the legwork on the longer, boring parts of a relationship!)

Eventually, he came inside her. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had by that point, but the thick spray of sticky cum all over her insides was still intensely pleasant. It felt like being filled up, a finality to it, like the moment you put the letter into the mailbox and it vanishes from sight forever. She'd had complete sex, beginning to end, with Lee. She was going to do it again, and be his girlfriend, and she'd definitely make him do couple stuff with her besides sex and writing.

He pulled out of her, then, sweetly kissing her lips, shifting her around so that his arms were wrapped around her from behind, his naked body pressing up against hers. She sighed and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep in that position. It was nice.

* * *

Juvia returned home to her home with her beloved Lee with a spring in her step, anticipating sex with him. Ikaruga halted her before she could go into her beloved Lee's room to see if he wanted a blowjob. "Mistress Lockser, Master is with another woman at the moment."

That was fine! Her beloved Lee could have as many women as he wanted, so it was all fine with her! "I'll go see him right now, then!" Ikaruga tried to stop her, but she simply used her porous water body to move right through the arm that was struck out to block her movement.

"I simply believe-" Ikaruga began, but by that point Juvia had already opened the door to the bedroom, finding her beloved Lee curled up around Lucy.

No! She had managed to seduce her beloved Lee away from her! No, no! She had to remember the promise he had made her, that he would never leave her! He promised! He wouldn't break his promise, not even for some hussy with big breasts and blonde hair! No, she shouldn't think that way about her fellow guild member, even if she was obviously trying to steal her beloved Lee! Lucy had just foolishly thought that she could manage to take her beloved Lee from her! Yes, that was what was happening. Of course, her beloved Lee would never ever leave her, since he had promised her.

She crawled into bed behind her beloved Lee and wrapped him in a tight hug, holding on tight. He couldn't leave her in this position! It was utterly impossible!