Chapter Nine - Juvia's Pursuit

"Ul...tear?" Ur's heart stopped in her chest. It wasn't - it was impossible -

Her interrogator tilted his head at her response, clearly having no idea why she was being flooded with such emotions. "Yes. Councilor Ultear made a personal request that you be handled with the greatest suspicion, since you may have faked your death. Don't think that you will be getting off easy simply because you decided to take a vacation when the attack happened... if anything, I find that particularly unusual..."

He continued to speak; Ur didn't listen. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, the same tears of joy she'd once born when she had first had her daughter, the ones that had given her daughter her name. It had to be another girl named Ultear, didn't it? But what were the odds of that? There was only one daughter born with her tears accompanying it. "I need to speak to Ultear," she said, her voice full of emotion.

"That is quite impossible." Ur resisted the urge to attack him. There were a great many Rune Knights, after all. She needed to see her again, to know that her child was alive, to find out what had happened. She couldn't do that if she was dead. "Now. The first question I have is, what did you do during the missing ten years of time?"

Part of her wanted to simply get the interrogation done with by answering his questions. She had literally nothing to hide, the greatest alibi in the world... "D-does this Ultear, does she look like me?"

He simply stared blankly at her, then shrugged. "She has a similar color of hair. Answer the question."

"I used Iced Shell to contain the demon Deliora. Is her hair straight or wavy or curly? What color are her eyes?"

He sighed, ignoring her questions. "Can anyone vouch for you having done this?"

"Gray, Lyon, anyone who noticed Deliora was missing." Ultear would be nineteen now. "How old is your Ultear?"

The man simply let his expression grow sour, continuing to ask questions. She answered, but she kept asking about this Ultear, unable to stop herself from doing it. If Ultear was alive, if- if Ultear was alive, then- tears began to swell in the corners of her eyes, as her vision started to blur. Her ability to answer the man's questions rapidly declined, even if she did her best.

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When the Guild was finally let free, the official investigation having determined that all fault lay with the Phantam Lords, Ur immediately requested Erza come along with her for a personal matter. I could only guess that it was related to her daughter, since it was the only personal matter of hers I knew. Erza, fortunately, took her up on it - both because Ur was now the newest member of the Fairy Tail Guild, and because she was on the level of the Ten Wizard Saints.

I was not really too concerned with that matter - I was more concerned with Juvia, who had left a very delicious breakfast in front of my door the first morning I got back. Despite my exiting my house to exclaim, loudly enough for anybody in several blocks to hear, that "Whoever made this meal was a truly wondrous cook, and I would happily marry them just to enjoy their cooking again," Juvia did not actually come to my home. I could only presume that she was either too embarrassed to come, or else missing.

When I got a lunch hand-delivered, with the meal arranged in such a way as to read out 'Really?' with a little heart beneath it, I didn't take it inside. Instead, I looked around the area, eventually noticing the distinct blue fur of Juvia's clothing. Before she could get away, I managed to approach her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.

"It is my earnest opinion that your cooking is incredible, and I would love to enjoy it every meal of every day," I told Juvia, making her tremble softly as she stared up at me with large eyes, her lips softly parted. She was a girl completely unaccustomed to the feelings of womanhood, and I was glad that Erza was briefly out of town - I knew that Juvia could be quite jealous and manic when she felt threatened, and taking out those feelings on Titania would probably not end well for her, or (just as importantly) for me.

"I... oh my... oh..." she said, having no idea how to handle all her feelings.

"Would you like to come inside? We can enjoy the meal far more together. Even if all you wish to do is watch me eat it." I could practically hear her heart thundering from this distance as she nodded rapidly, letting me take her hand and draw her along with me into my home.

* * *

Juvia was ecstatic. Her beloved reciprocated her feelings! She had really only cooked him that meal to see him happy as he ate something she made for him, but to think that it had successfully seduced him with just that! She could scarcely restrain herself, and the rain was almost thunderous as it crashed against the roof of his home. The home she had been invited to! It was happening, it was really happening! Perhaps he had felt that same lightning-spark that drove its way right into her heart so quickly?

She watched him eat each and every bite, the way he savored them all making her want to wilt in pleasure. She managed to stay upright only by an iron will and the knowledge that if she didn't, she wouldn't get to watch him continue to eat the food she had made for him. Oh, it was all such bliss...

Sadly, bliss couldn't last forever, and Lee had finished off the last little bits of food she had made for him, poking and spooning them into his mouth. Had she not prepared enough? "I'll go home and make you more!" She declared, instantly rising to her feet, pressing her hands down against the edge of the table as she did.

"No, this was exactly the perfect amount," Lee told her, and she instantly paused her movements. The exact perfect amount? Was that even possible? Their love truly must be fated, if what he said was true...

He stood up, gently wrapping one arm around her waist, and she felt her cheeks glow, her heart stuttering hard, pounding in her ears. His lips found her own, and he stole another kiss from her. His hand slid up her back, grasping the back of her head, holding her in that position, his tongue slithering into her mouth, squirming and wriggling. She suckled on it lovingly, having no idea what else to do - beyond that, she was pliant in his arms, a piece of putty for him to shape and shift as he willed. She simply did not know what to do at this point! She had dreamed and daydreamed about it, of course, many many times since their first encounter. Every night, she had at least one dream of Lee, and more often several! Lee as her husband; Lee as the father of her children; Lee as her protective guardian; Lee as her seducer; Lee as her ravishing hero; Lee as her conqueror; Lee as her prince. Even one particularly strange one where Lee was her accountant, who she had a passionate love affair with.

The reality far outpaced the dream, of course. His breath took hers away, as it coiled around in her mouth; his fingers gently slid to her hand, lacing together with her own; his warmth seemed titanic, his bare body so close to her own, the scanty clothing he wore now not just visually appealing, but physically as well, as she imagined she could feel every subtle shape of his body as he pressed his bare chest into her. His abs, muscular, wonderful... his full pectoral muscles... his biceps, curled around her like an iron shackle, the bonds of love pulling them so near.

He broke off the kiss what felt like a lifetime and a heartbeat later, staring down at her with those handsome features, his eyes hidden behind those shades. What secrets did he hide behind them, that no other woman had ever seen? She reached up with one trembling hand for his sunglasses, and he simply grabbed her wrist. "No," he told her.

She no'd. She had no will to fight him, to resist his will, certainly not on something as small as that. She simply stood there, waiting for his guidance, having no idea what to do next. When he continued to stare down at her, his gaze steady, letting the silence and closeness stretch out. "Lee, I... I... I lo... lo..." The words refused to come out even now, even having readied herself for this moment.

"I know," he told her, and she fell silent, glad she didn't have to finish the thought. To have those feelings accepted, without even needing to say them aloud - it was the height of romance. "Would you like to retire to the bedroom?" He asked her. His voice was silky smooth, carrying with it all the silent passions of her thousand daydreams. Was she ready for this? Could she say no to her beloved Lee? She nodded quietly, staring up at him.

He lifted her easily into his arms. She remembered awakening in them, after her defeat at his hands. She remembered that there was a strange taste on her lips, a mix of metal and skin, as if he was made of steel and flesh alike. Of course, she didn't care what he was made of - though she did want to know. Hesitantly, like a dog afraid of scolding, she leaned forward towards him, until her lips pressed against the bare skin of his bicep.

Strange. He now tasted only of skin.

When her beloved Lee did not reject her, casting her aside, tossing her to the ground in disgust, she began to pepper his skin with kisses. He was letting her kiss him so much, so thoroughly! Her heart soared as her lips pressed this way and that against his bare skin, her beloved Lee not stopping her even for a moment.

He took her to his bedroom, gently laying her down in his bed. She knew what was to come next, but she was hardly mentally prepared! She wasn't going to reject her beloved Lee, of course, but still, she had hoped to be more ready when the day came that this would happen. He loomed over her, softly kissing her on the lips once more, his hands sliding up her legs, pushing up her skirt. Her thighs were exposed to the open air, feeling suddenly chilly as his fingers groped and squeezed them. She let out the softest of little pants into his mouth, but he took notice of it, continuing and improving upon his massage, learning the weak points of her lower body like they were the most important things in the world to him.

She could only wiggle against him, lost in the moment. Part of her wished to gather her senses so that she could please him as much as he was pleasing her; the rest simply wanted to lie here and bask in the feeling of Lee's powerful body as it loomed over her. His hands continued to grope and massage, pushing up her clothes until they were past her waist, letting him attend not only to her thighs, but also to her buttocks - and soon, he began to gently tease at her womanhood.

Her whole body gently shivered beneath him, a tingle of pleasure and desire running from the very top of her head down to the very tips of her toes. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling, her bosom pressing into his bare chest through the layers of fabric of her fur coat.

Oh, she couldn't take the distance any longer! Her hands went to peel it off, tossing it aside. She felt chilly for just a moment before her beloved Lee's warmth pushed against her, his bare chest feeling so warm and hard against her stomach, against her bosom. His hands slid up her body, caressing her breasts, softly at first, then with a slowly increasing intensity, fingers sinking into the flesh of them through the thin layer of her underwear. A layer so thin it felt as if it was nonexistent, now, as if her bare nipples were scraping against her beloved Lee's wonderful palms, but she hadn't taken off her bra, so that was obviously impossible.

She could feel his length through his pants and her own panties, a fact that quickly distracted her. His thick, throbbing length, massive, gargantuan, seeming to loom large in her consciousness as she felt it. It was like that for her. She had made it like that. She resisted the urge to bite her lower lip only because her beloved Lee's tongue was in her mouth at the moment; if it hadn't been, she would have been all but writhing in ecstasy already. Instead, she enjoyed it all: her beloved Lee's hands on her breasts, his hard length throbbing and teasing at her lower lips, his muscular body pressuring down against her own. It felt as if she was being smothered, enveloped, crushed, by him, all at once and in such a wonderful way.

He pulled back from the kiss then. For a moment she stared up at him, her vision hazy, her cheeks warm as he leered with unrepentant lust down at her. Then he spoke. "Are you ready?"

He didn't have to say what she needed to be ready for; she knew it already. Knew it from the moment he had carried her to the bedroom, knew it from when he had so easily accepted her feelings, or perhaps even from the moment he kissed her after complimenting her cooking. She was ready. "I am," she said, the voice coming out as a whisper of the most sincere and deepest truth.

He moved his hands to his groin, pulling away his pants - and she realized, then, that she was topless, her bra now discarded off to one side. She felt the furious glow of embarrassment in her cheeks, but she had little time to focus on it, as her panties seemed to simply vanish from her loins, leaving her dripping wet womanhood to silently plead for her beloved Lee's length. She did not have the time to gather herself to ask for it, as her beloved Lee teased her only for a moment before sliding himself inside her.

Oh, what a wondrous thing, to have their bodies become one. To have her beloved Lee inside her. To be filled by him. What sweet, crowning glory! Bliss rained down upon her mind, erupted from between her thighs, as he slid himself ever deeper inside her, as his length slowly but surely vanished into her body, disappearing completely from side. It twitched and throbbed absently inside her as he completely filled her, their two bodies fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces. She stared up at him, dared to say the words that had resisted leaving her throat earlier: "Lee, I love you."

Lee responded with his own, rather more physical show of love. He leaned down into her, finding her lips with his again, hungrily kissing her as his length began to saw its way in and out of her. He began gentle and slow, even teasing in his movements inside her. She gladly let him, a low moan escaping her throat as he thrust into her again, and again.

How did it feel? Impossibly good. Wonderful. Glorious. The thing within her was a symbol of her unity with her beloved Lee, their two spirits becoming one. His tongue in her mouth only added to it. Her hands began, at last, to move, not to simply clench into fists at the pleasure of this experience, or to limply flap about seeking some logic, but instead to run along Lee's bare skin, tracing out his abs, his pecs, pushing away his top to let her fingers slide along his back. He let out soft, gentle noises into her mouth as she continued to touch him, to feel him, to do her best to please him with her hands!

She let out a quiet little squeak as his cock bottomed out inside her once more, this time with a bit more force. Not yet a slam, but more than a mere saw. Now he was pumping within her, the delicious feeling of intimacy and closeness driving her wild, her breathing becoming erratic. Each thrust brought her to sweet heights of ecstasy. Her heart was effulgent with joy as she was taken by her beloved Lee. His hands roamed her body, finding her ass, her breasts, her thighs - every part of her was his to play with as he liked, and he clearly liked to play with them.

He broke off the kiss eventually, as his pace increased inside her. His hands pressed against the bed on either side of her naked body as he rutted away, her whole body bouncing, the mattress faintly squeaking with each thrust. At first, the only noises she made were the "unfs" and "ahns" of sexual pleasure, but she realized that it was her duty to her beloved Lee to make him feel good as well! There had to be something, anything, she could say, to make him feel as good listening to her as she felt receiving his rod. "I love you," she whispered out. Then she came, her back arching, a cry of bliss escaping her throat as she thrashed on the bed beneath him. He just smiled down at her, utterly accepting of her, utterly enthralled... as if nothing brought him such joy as seeing the expression of ecstasy she wore.

How many times did she show him that face of bliss? She did not know. His endurance seemed endless, as if he could go for all eternity. When she thought he might be growing tired, he would simply become rejuvenated, any hint of sweat vanishing from his bare skin, his breathing leveling out. He clearly delighted in inflicting every pleasure he could think of on her, his fingers roaming freely across her body, learning every one of her weaknesses he could discover.

She was putty beneath his hands. Enthusiastic, ecstatic putty. All she could offer to the sex was the occasional raking movement of her fingers across his back or scalp as he fucked or kissed her, and the even more occasional verbalization of her feelings. "I love you so much, Lee, my darling!" "I want to make love to you until the sun sets!" "How many children would you like to give me?" She was uninhibited, now, any mental blocks long-surmounted as their bodies became one.

When he came within her, squirting deep into her sex, she shivered happily, gently twitching beneath him. Perhaps she would become the mother of his children today, she thought, with a sigh, closing her eyes and envisioning his little sperm wriggling deep into her womb. Seemingly the moment he was finished inside her, she noticed that there was a sudden absence, as if all the seed that had flooded her eager womb had simply vanished into thin air. She shifted around as he pulled out of her, a faint frown on her lips as she tried to understand it. She even, hesitantly, reached two fingers into her sex, trying to find that glorious seed that would make her the mother of her beloved Lee's children.

It simply didn't seem to be there. She didn't understand at all. It must simply be too deep for her to notice. Her beloved Lee spoke up, making her stutter as she realized what she was doing, what it must look like. "I believe I have something to recommend you, an act that you would adore given the chance," he told her.

"What?" She asked, eagerly. They were lovers, each trying to find things to make the other feel good, how wondrously romantic!

"With your temperament and desires, I think you would delight in fellatio." He gently cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing along her lower lip.

"F-fellatio?" That was... what did that mean? She had heard the term before, but she could not place it quickly. It was sexual, but how?

"It is known by many names. It is the pleasuring of a man's girth by the use of a woman's mouth, whether by suckling at it, taking it into her throat, licking it, or kissing it." As if to emphasize how important it was to him that she perform fellatio, his hard cock twitched in the open air, practically bouncing up and down.

She had no complaints about the idea. Her beloved Lee had surely brought her to the greatest heights of pleasure, and she truly would have been selfish to deny him so little a thing as a kiss to his length. No, that would be a lie. She wanted to please her beloved! To pleasure him! To make him so utterly satisfied that he was as entrapped in the selfsame bliss he had been inflicting upon her, just a scant few minutes ago! She wanted to worship him, to show him how much he meant to her, to express her adoring affection in the bedroom and out!

She began to shift on the bed, finding her legs better than she had expected from that long lovemaking. She was ready to crawl for his cock, but he gently stopped her, positioning their bodies according to his desire. He sat on the edge of the bed; she was provided a pillow to kneel upon, as his turgid length loomed over her, like the scepter of a mighty king. She stared at it admiringly, lost in the moment. This was the penis of her beloved, the thing which had taken from her her virginity without even the tiniest tangle of remorse or hesitation. There had not been any pain, she realized, far belatedly - that was how perfect their two bodies were for one another.

She needed to show him just how much she appreciated her beloved Lee's body. She leaned forward, kissing at the tip of his rod, the faintest trickle of precum being produced. His cock was clean, no sign of her own juices from earlier, nor even of his own sweat. She could only be awed by the power of his magic, and gently wrapped her lips around his tip. She looked up at him for approval, and immediately, he placed one powerful hand atop her head, gently beginning to pet her. "You are as beautiful in this position as in any other, my Juvia."

He called her 'his' Juvia! Her heart did a few happy backflips in her chest, but she made certain to keep her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. If fellatio was all she had to do to make certain he thought of her as his woman, then she would gladly fellate him each and every day! She tried to recall what techniques he had listed out, and began to flick her tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. It was salty, thick, delicious. It was her beloved Lee's taste, after all - she would gladly have licked every last inch of his body, and she knew she wouldn't have minded a single one, because it belonged to him.

"My dear Juvia, I appreciate your enthusiasm," he said, after she had been lost in thought for a long few minutes, simply suckling on the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking against it absently, "but this is hardly going to be complete fellatio."

Yes! That was true! She snapped out of her lust fugue, suckling harshly on the tip of his cock, her hand reaching out for his length, softly stroking up and down it. She stared up at him as she did, her gaze full of adoring affection as much as she could get it, her blue hair teasing at her bare skin as she knelt before this figure of such perfected masculinity. How many other women desired him? Yet she was the one who got to have him! It made her so utterly, ludicrously happy, that she had to do more for him.

She tried to take more of his length into her mouth. At first, it was easy enough, simply tolerating the quiet ache of the movement, as her jaw was forced quite wide to manage it. He seemed simply enormous, so close up! As if his cock was a sacred thing, worthy of worship. She did her best to properly propitiate it, but then he hit the back of her throat, her body wetly gagging on his length.

No! She refused to accept such a base response from her body as it tried to reject her continuing work! She reached for her beloved Lee's hips, gripping them tight with both hands, and pushed herself down. Right now, pleasing his cock was the most important thing in the world to her! She ignored the pain, the resistance of her own body. Her tongue swished and flew from side to side on the underside of his length, raw determination filling her up. Her heart pounded, thundering in her chest as she drove herself ever further down his cock. Tears bloomed in her eyes, but soon enough, she had done it, she had taken him to the base.

Her throat swelled with his length, and she stared up at him, wanting his praise. He did not manage to speak his praises, but his body language told her well enough of his feelings. His bare naked body, stretched back. His head tilted upwards. His desperate, ragged breaths. The way his length pulsed with life, threatening to explode at any moment, to fill her belly with the same seed that should hopefully be filling her belly in another way right now... her hand brushed along her stomach, rubbing softly the bare skin there as she fantasized about her oncoming pregnancy with her beloved's cock plugging up her mouth.

In her mind's eye, there she was, her belly round, her beloved Lee gently pressing his ear against her to try to hear the baby kick. They were both wearing wedding rings, now, and calling one another "dear" and "darling." She would dress like a proper housewife, cook for him every day, show him her adoration and affection in every way she could! Together, they would make one another so, so, very, happy...

Her thoughts turned from more coherent fantasies into more chaotic dreams, as she passed out from hypoxia on her beloved's cock. It was only his realization of as much, his fingers grasping her hair and peeling her off to let her hack and breathe and gasp, that kept her from simply remaining down there, come what may. He truly cared for her, to do something like that, and she smiled limply as she heaved with her most recent exertions. He kept hold on her hair longer than he truly needed to, so she began to stroke his length, hand rapidly pumping up and down. Her breath was shallow as she stared up at him, a lopsided smile on her face as her hand stroked faster and faster along his length.

He seemed to decide that was to his liking, because he spoke up then. "Open your mouth wide, stretch out your tongue. Allow me to mark you as mine with my seed." Juvia obeyed, delighted at the whole idea, the delightfully wicked lewdness of it, and hurriedly stroked him off right in front of her face, both hands going up. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, her head tilted back just a mite, and then the first spurt of his hot seed graced her features, marring her in his colors, staining her with his seed. She had to close her eyes after the first few blasts of cum, which so drenched her features that she couldn't even open her eyes. She had to manually scoop away his cum, something done on instinct - and then promptly fed into her mouth, so he wouldn't think she was declaring it dirty.

He wore a look of intense satisfaction on his face, and perhaps yet still more lust.

Then the door to his bedroom opened, the petite blue-haired girl who so often accompanied him appearing in it with a yawn. She was wearing no more than a negligee, which was more than Juvia was wearing, but yet! "Get out, get out!" She shriked hurriedly. "I am with my beloved Lee, she-witch! Begone from here!" She reached for his pillow and threw it at her. She just took it right to the face.

"Jeez. He fucked you for like an hour. When do I get a turn?"

A turn? A turn? A turn? The words spun round and round inside Juvia's head, her eyes going wide at the implications. Was - was this girl competition? No, of course she was competition, she lived with her beloved Lee! How could she not have seen it earlier?! "Stay away from my Lee! He's mine, I won't let you have him!" She hopped to her feet, spreading her arms wide as if defending the goal in a sport, where the goal was her beloved Lee.

The girl, whatever her name was, simply stared at her blankly, one eyebrow rising.