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Natsu’s Absence and Elfman’s Presence
Lucy x Elfman
Chapter 1
Fairy Tail
The sun streamed through the large windows of Lucy’s apartment, highlighting the warm tones of her small yet cozy space. She adjusted her classic blue and white top, the snug fabric accentuating the gentle curve of her waist and the swell of her chest. Her short, pleated skirt swayed as she paced the room, its hem brushing against her thighs with every step. The familiar clunk of her brown boots echoed softly against the wooden floor as she moved to organize the ever-growing pile of Celestial Spirit keys and papers from her recent missions.
A knock at the door broke her focus. She hesitated for a moment, her hand instinctively reaching for one of her keys, before opening the door to reveal Elfman. His imposing frame nearly filled the doorway, his black vest strained against his broad chest, showcasing his chiseled physique and tanned skin. The muscles in his arms seemed carved from stone, and his confident grin held a mix of playfulness and pride. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his usual brash demeanor in full swing.
“Lucy!” he boomed, his deep voice reverberating through the apartment. “A man can’t leave a lady like you alone for weeks—Natsu should’ve known better!” His eyes swept over her, lingering just a second too long on her slender frame. His gaze wasn’t overtly lecherous, but there was an undeniable weight to it that made Lucy shift on her feet.
Lucy laughed nervously, brushing a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear. “I can take care of myself, Elfman. I’m not as helpless as you think.” Her words were confident, but the faint blush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her unease.
Elfman chuckled, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “I didn’t say you were helpless. I’m saying you’re too pretty to be left alone.” His grin widened, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leaned against the wall, his casual posture doing nothing to diminish the intensity of his presence. “A man’s gotta step in sometimes to make sure everything stays... proper.”
Lucy’s heart skipped a beat, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the compliment or the sudden awareness of just how alone they were. She forced a smile, trying to mask her discomfort. “Well, thank you for the concern, but I’ll be fine.”
Elfman straightened, his imposing form towering over her as he let out a hearty laugh. “Of course you will! You’re strong. But that doesn’t mean I won’t drop by to check in—after all, it’s the manly thing to do!” He gave her a light pat on the shoulder, his hand large enough to engulf it entirely, before heading toward the door.
Lucy exhaled quietly once he left, her gaze lingering on the door longer than she intended. Elfman’s words echoed in her mind, his playful tone laced with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The familiar warmth of her apartment felt slightly different now, an invisible tension hanging in the air that hadn’t been there before.
…..
The guild hall was alive with its usual raucous energy—clinking mugs, bursts of laughter, and the occasional bellowing cheer from a crowd gathering to watch a new spectacle. Today’s focus was on Elfman, who stood at the center of a group, locked in an arm-wrestling match with another burly guild member. The table beneath their hands groaned under the pressure as Elfman’s muscles bulged, his veins visible even through the dark fabric of his vest. With a triumphant roar, he slammed his opponent's arm to the table, eliciting a round of cheers from the audience.
“Another victory for manliness!” Elfman declared, flexing his arm with exaggerated pride. The crowd began to disperse, but Lucy, sipping on her drink nearby, couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Strength isn’t everything, you know,” she called out with a playful smirk, her tone light but dripping with sarcasm. She set her glass down, the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes as Elfman turned to her, his grin widening at the challenge.
“Oh yeah?” He strode over to her, his heavy boots echoing against the floorboards. Towering over her as he leaned in, his smirk deepened. “You’re saying that because you’ve never felt real strength, Lucy. Here, I’ll prove it.” Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand gently but firmly, guiding it to his bicep.
Lucy blinked, flustered by the sudden closeness. Her hand rested on his arm, her fingers brushing over the taut, rock-hard muscle that flexed beneath her touch. “See that?” Elfman teased, his tone dripping with playful confidence. “That’s what a man feels like.”
She laughed nervously, attempting to pull her hand back, but his grip held fast. “Okay, okay! You’re strong, I get it!” she said, her cheeks heating as his boldness only seemed to escalate.
“Not convinced yet?” His grin took on a mischievous edge as he led her toward the far end of the guild hall, where a secluded room sat tucked behind thick wooden doors. Lucy stumbled slightly, his pace brisk, and she glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Her heart raced, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the sudden turn of events or the intensity in Elfman’s eyes.
Inside the room, dimly lit by a single lantern, Elfman closed the door with a soft click, the noise reverberating in the silence. He turned to her, his usual boisterous demeanor now tinged with something heavier, more intimate. “Let me show you what it really means to be manly,” he said, his voice low and deliberate.
Before Lucy could react, Elfman guided her hand lower, dragging it past the rigid plane of his abdomen and down to the thick imprint straining against his pants. Her fingers brushed over the outline of his cock, the heat and sheer size immediately apparent even through the fabric. Her breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly as he pressed her palm more firmly against him.
The ridges and girth beneath her touch made her heart pound. It was massive—far larger than anything she had ever felt before. Natsu’s size flashed in her mind unbidden, the comparison stark and undeniable. Elfman was leagues beyond in both thickness and length, the sensation both foreign and overwhelming. Lucy’s cheeks burned, and she tried to stammer out a protest, but her words caught in her throat.
“Feel that?” Elfman asked, his voice a low rumble, laced with both teasing and pride. “That’s what it means to be a real man.” His hand lingered over hers, his grin widening as her flustered reaction became impossible to hide. Lucy’s eyes darted away, her mind swirling as the weight of the moment settled over her, her thoughts a chaotic jumble of confusion, embarrassment, and something she couldn’t quite name.
Elfman chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating through the small room as he watched Lucy, her lips parting slightly, though no coherent words managed to escape. She fumbled for a response, her voice caught somewhere between a protest and disbelief, but all she could manage were breathless, jumbled fragments. “I-I don’t think… I mean, you really don’t have to—”
He cut her off with another booming laugh, his confidence unshaken. “Speechless, huh? Guess you’re not convinced yet,” he teased, his tone both playful and laced with a certain dominance that made her heart race. “That’s alright. A man doesn’t just tell—he shows.”
Before Lucy could muster a proper objection, Elfman’s large hands reached for the waistband of his pants. In one fluid motion, he shoved them down, the heavy fabric pooling around his boots. Her wide, amber eyes were immediately drawn to the massive, throbbing cock that sprang free, almost as if it had been fighting for freedom all along. It jutted out with a weight and presence that made her breath hitch audibly.
Lucy froze, her gaze fixated despite herself. It was monstrous, both in length and girth, with thick veins snaking along the surface, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart. The sheer size was overwhelming, the swollen head flaring slightly wider than the rest of the shaft, a deep, angry pink that stood in stark contrast to the pale, taut skin of his base. Her eyes trailed every ridge, every curve, unable to comprehend how something so massive could belong to a person.
Compared to Natsu, Elfman’s size was incomprehensible. Natsu, while eager and spirited, had always been modestly endowed—a fact Lucy had accepted without complaint. But this... this was on an entirely different scale. The comparison left her stunned, a stark contrast of what she thought she knew about men. Her mind reeled, her cheeks burning with an unshakable heat as she unknowingly cataloged every detail—the way it curved slightly upward, the way the veins seemed to ripple as it twitched faintly, the sheer weight of it that made it look almost unmanageable.
Elfman grinned, clearly reveling in her reaction. “What do you think, Lucy?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a smug undertone. “This is what a real man looks like. Built strong, built to protect, built to... impress.” He flexed his arms for good measure, as if his physical prowess needed further emphasis, before resting a hand on his cock. The sheer size of his palm only seemed to amplify its enormity rather than diminish it.
Lucy couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as her mind screamed at her to look anywhere else. Her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, her heart pounding in her ears. She was hyperaware of the closeness, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a blade.
Elfman leaned closer, his grin softening into something that teetered between teasing and smug satisfaction. “Don’t tell me you’re still not convinced,” he rumbled, his hand giving a light stroke down the length of his shaft, the movement almost hypnotic. “You’re quiet, Lucy. Never seen a real man before?”
His words snapped her out of her trance for a moment, her lips parting to protest, but no sound came out. Her body betrayed her confusion and hesitation, her gaze lingering longer than she intended. Elfman’s chuckle filled the room again, deep and resonant, as if he already knew the answer without her needing to speak. Lucy could only stand there, rooted to the spot, her face flushed as she struggled to process what was happening, each moment making it harder to deny the raw, overpowering presence before her.
Elfman let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, his massive frame looming over Lucy as he ran a hand lazily through his short, white hair. The motion only emphasized the flex of his muscles, his cock twitching slightly as if eager for attention. His gaze bore into her, though his tone carried an air of feigned innocence that somehow made it worse. “Man, all that arm wrestling really got me worked up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Feels like my whole body’s still buzzing with energy… it’s tough being this manly sometimes.”
Lucy’s eyes darted away, determined not to look at the imposing sight hanging between them. Her arms crossed instinctively, pressing her breasts upward in an effort to shield herself from his gaze. She caught herself too late, realizing the motion only accentuated the soft curves of her chest beneath the tight blue and white top. Elfman’s smirk didn’t go unnoticed, and she shifted uncomfortably, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.
“I-I think you’ll be fine, Elfman,” she stammered, her voice quieter than she intended. Her eyes were locked firmly on a point over his shoulder, anywhere but the veiny, girthy monster that had so thoroughly invaded her thoughts. It was impossible to ignore, though, even in her periphery. Every small twitch, every shadowy detail seemed to demand her attention, and no matter how hard she tried to focus elsewhere, her mind betrayed her with flashes of comparison.
Why am I even thinking about Natsu right now? she thought bitterly, her cheeks burning. But the truth was unavoidable—Natsu’s cock had never been... this. It was smaller, simpler, and manageable. She had never thought about size much before, but standing here now, with Elfman proudly on display, she couldn’t help but draw the contrast. It made her stomach twist with a mix of guilt and something far more confusing.
Elfman took a slow step closer, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. “Come on, Lucy,” he said, his grin widening. “You’re always so nice to everyone. Helping out your guildmates is what makes you such a good person, right? It’s only fair you help me out too, after all I’ve done for you guys.” He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice into a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “Besides, it’s not like I can take care of this on my own. Not when I’m this worked up.”
Lucy swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she kept her gaze stubbornly fixed away. “I-I really don’t think that’s necessary, Elfman,” she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction. The sheer heat radiating off his body, the confidence in his tone—it was all too overwhelming. Her arms tightened over her chest, her breasts pressing further up, and Elfman’s eyes briefly flicked down, his smirk growing at the sight.
“Alright, alright,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “How about this? I’ll make it easier for you. I’ll cover my eyes. No looking, no staring—just you helping me out. It’s less embarrassing that way, right?” He reached for the hem of his vest, pulling it off with a practiced ease that revealed his broad, muscular chest. Tossing the garment over his shoulder, he added with a teasing lilt, “You don’t even have to feel shy. I won’t see a thing.”
Lucy hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflict. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, her hands gripping her skirt tightly as she fought the urge to glance at him, to look at the sheer size that loomed in the corner of her vision. Her rational mind screamed at her to say no, to leave, but her body betrayed her, rooted to the spot. Deep down, a small, buried part of her couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, the strange thrill that prickled under her skin.
“O-okay,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she avoided his gaze as he pulled the shirt over his eyes, tying it loosely at the back of his head. She told herself this made it more manageable, that it was just easier this way—he wouldn’t see her face, and it would be over quickly. But as she watched his chest rise and fall, the faint smirk still tugging at his lips, she couldn’t shake the nagging thought that, despite everything, a part of her wanted this more than she was willing to admit.
Lucy hesitated, her heart hammering against her ribcage as her knees slowly sank to the floor. The wood felt cool beneath her skin, a stark contrast to the overwhelming heat radiating from the enormous erection in front of her. She bit her lip nervously, her amber eyes tracing the length of Elfman’s cock up close for the first time. If she had thought it was massive before, now it seemed almost unreal—every ridge and vein was more pronounced, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. The swollen, flared tip was an angry pink, glistening faintly as it loomed mere inches from her face.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry as her trembling hands reached out tentatively. Her slender fingers brushed against the surface, and the heat was startling, as though his cock was burning with the same fiery energy that seemed to radiate from Elfman himself. “It’s… so warm,” she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but her hands moved on their own, sliding further to grasp the immense girth.
The sheer size was overwhelming; her fingers barely managed to meet around the circumference, leaving gaps between them. Even as she wrapped both hands around it, there was still more to hold. Her palms glided over the thick, veined surface, feeling the powerful ridges and the faint thrum of life beneath her touch. The skin was smooth but stretched taut, and every small twitch sent a subtle jolt through her fingertips. She couldn’t help but marvel at just how much larger and thicker he was than Natsu, the stark comparison echoing in her mind unbidden.
Lucy’s hands began to move, her strokes slow and apprehensive at first. The weight of it was staggering, the heat radiating from him soaking into her palms and making her body feel unusually warm. Her movements were awkward, her grip uncertain, but she couldn’t deny the strange mix of awe and trepidation that coursed through her as she stroked him. Her breath quickened, her body responding to the undeniable physicality of the moment despite her swirling thoughts.
Elfman let out a deep, guttural grunt, the sound vibrating through the air and making her flinch slightly. “That’s it, Lucy,” he rumbled, his voice thick with approval. “You’ve got soft hands—feels amazing. See? I told you you’d be good at this.” His words were casual, laced with a teasing pride that only made the situation feel more surreal.
“Shut up,” Lucy hissed, her voice sharper than she intended. Her cheeks flared red, her mortification bubbling to the surface as she tried to ignore the heavy praise. She focused on her hands, sliding them along the length of his cock with slow, deliberate movements. Each stroke brought a fresh wave of warmth, the friction between her fingers and his heated skin making her palms tingle. The girth filled her grip entirely, the veins pressing firmly against her hands as she worked.
Elfman chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “I’m just saying… you’re a natural,” he teased, his tone infuriatingly relaxed. His words lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what she was doing and how absurdly far things had escalated. Lucy clenched her jaw, her hands continuing to move despite the mix of frustration, embarrassment, and reluctant curiosity swirling within her. Every small grunt and twitch beneath her palms made it harder to think clearly, the heat radiating from him seeping deeper into her skin, leaving her flushed and flustered.
Lucy’s hands moved slowly up and down Elfman’s shaft, her delicate fingers gliding over the thick, veiny surface as if in a trance. The sheer weight and heat of his cock made every stroke feel like an effort, her palms damp with sweat and trembling from the intensity of the moment. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale brushing against the massive length before her. As she worked, a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, thick and glistening, before it rolled downward, spilling onto her fingers and along the ridges of his shaft.
The slick fluid was warm and viscous, spreading easily under her touch as her hands instinctively coated it along his length. The sensation was strange—wet and slightly sticky—but it allowed her fingers to glide more smoothly over the heated skin. She swallowed hard, her eyes fixated on the sight of his cock, the way it gleamed faintly in the dim light of the room. The lewd sounds of her strokes echoed faintly, the squelching noise adding to the heat in her cheeks as her mind struggled to process what she was doing.
Elfman groaned deeply, his voice thick with pleasure. “That’s it, Lucy,” he rumbled, his tone both commanding and teasing. “But don’t forget about the rest of me. A man’s gotta have everything taken care of, you know.” He shifted slightly, the motion drawing her attention downward to the heavy, full weight of his balls. They hung low, impossibly large, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. His smirk widened, his voice dropping into a low, almost playful growl. “Go on, rub them. Be a good girl and make sure you get every inch of me.”
Lucy’s hands faltered for a moment, her grip loosening as his words sank in. Her face burned hotter, and she opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. She hesitated, torn between her reluctance and some unspoken force that kept her rooted in place. Why am I even doing this? she thought, biting her lip as her fingers twitched. The logical part of her mind screamed to stop, to stand up and walk away, but her body refused to listen.
With a shaky breath, she let one hand slide down, her palm grazing over the taut skin of his shaft before settling gently against his balls. They were warm and heavy, the skin smooth yet firm beneath her touch. Her fingers moved tentatively, tracing small, circular motions as she tried to avoid thinking too much about what she was doing. The weight of them in her hand felt almost surreal, their size just as overwhelming as the cock that loomed above them.
Elfman let out a satisfied groan, his hips shifting slightly as her hand moved. “There you go,” he said, his voice thick with approval. “That’s what I’m talking about. You’ve got such soft hands, Lucy—it’s like you were made for this.”
Her jaw clenched, and she glared up at him, her amber eyes flashing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Shut up,” she snapped, though her voice trembled, betraying her uncertainty. She forced herself to look away, her gaze falling back to the task at hand. Her fingers continued their reluctant movements, her touch light and hesitant as she worked to satisfy his lewd demands. The wetness from the pre-cum on her other hand made the moment feel even more intimate, the slick, warm sensation a constant reminder of how far things had escalated.
The room had grown stifling, the air thick with tension and the faint musk of Elfman’s arousal. Lucy’s hand continued its slow, steady strokes up and down the length of his massive cock, the slick glide of her palm made smoother by the copious amount of pre-cum that coated his shaft. Each movement drew a faint, wet sound, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip with every pass, smearing the viscous fluid that seemed endless. Her other hand remained cradling his balls, her fingers hesitant but attentive as she massaged their weight gently.
Elfman’s breathing was heavier now, each exhale a low, rumbling growl as he tilted his head back, the tension in his body steadily building. The veins along his cock throbbed visibly, pulsing beneath her touch as his orgasm loomed closer with every stroke. A smirk curled on his lips, his sharp eyes glancing down at her flushed face, her amber gaze focused intently on her task. Almost there, he thought, the anticipation sending a shiver of pleasure through him. He imagined the look of shock on Lucy’s face, the way her soft, breathless voice might stammer when he released, covering her in the result of his overwhelming manhood. The thought alone nearly pushed him over the edge.
Lucy, however, was elsewhere in her mind, her thoughts spinning in a chaotic blur. She couldn’t stop thinking about Natsu—his familiar, boyish grin, his unending enthusiasm, the way he had always been so carefree. A pang of guilt clenched in her chest, her hands faltering briefly as she wondered how she had let things get this far. Natsu... The memory of his smaller, less intimidating size flashed through her mind, and the stark contrast made her stomach churn. But then Elfman shifted above her, the heat of his body and the low, approving grunts he let out pulling her back into the moment.
Her lips parted, ready to stammer some excuse, to say anything that might stop this before it reached its inevitable conclusion. But just as she drew a breath, a sharp knock echoed against the wooden door. Her head snapped up, her hands freezing as her heart leaped into her throat.
“Elfman? Are you in there?” came Mirajane’s familiar, sweet voice from the other side. There was another knock, softer this time, but no less insistent. “I was looking for you earlier—what are you doing?”
Panic surged through Lucy, her hands jerking away from Elfman as if she had been burned. Elfman’s smirk faltered, his cock twitching painfully close to release as his eyes darted toward the door. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, the urgency in his tone snapping him into action. He reached for his pants, yanking them up in one swift motion as the sound of the doorknob twisting made both of their hearts skip a beat.
“Hold on!” Elfman called, his voice louder than it needed to be, a poor attempt to cover the noise of his frantic movements. He grabbed his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head, while Lucy scrambled to her feet, her face burning with embarrassment. Spotting a stack of boxes in the corner, she dove behind them, crouching low and clutching her knees to her chest as her heart raced.
The door creaked open just as Elfman adjusted his vest, turning to greet Mirajane with a forced grin. “Hey, sis! What’s up?” he said, his voice unnaturally cheery.
Mirajane stepped inside, her curious gaze sweeping the room. “I thought I heard something,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And why was the door locked? You weren’t up to anything weird, were you?”
Elfman laughed awkwardly, running a hand through his hair as he stepped in front of the boxes, casually leaning against them to block her view. “Of course not! Just needed a quiet place to think. You know how it is.”
Mirajane’s suspicion lingered for a moment before she smiled, her usual warmth returning. “Alright, if you say so. Just wanted to check on you,” she said, her voice light.
Mirajane tilted her head, her soft white hair swaying as she gave Elfman a curious look. “Well, don’t just stand there,” she said, placing her hands on her hips with a gentle but insistent smile. “The rest of the guild has been wondering where you ran off to. You can’t just disappear after a match like that—people are waiting for their rematch.”
Elfman scratched the back of his neck, his grin tight and forced. “Yeah, yeah, I was just… cooling down,” he said, his deep voice carrying an edge of annoyance he struggled to hide. His eyes flicked to the boxes behind him briefly, but he straightened, making sure his large frame continued to block Mirajane’s view of Lucy.
Mirajane’s gaze wandered around the room, her brow furrowing slightly. “By the way, have you seen Lucy? I could’ve sworn I saw her around earlier.”
Elfman’s heart skipped a beat, but his grin widened as he waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, Lucy? She, uh, she already left,” he said quickly, his tone overly casual. “Said something about heading home. Guess she’s feeling lonely without Natsu around, you know?”
Mirajane’s face softened at the mention of Natsu. “Oh, poor thing,” she said with a sympathetic sigh. “I hope she’s doing okay. Maybe I’ll check in on her later.”
“Yeah, yeah, you do that,” Elfman replied, his voice hurried as he gently guided his sister toward the door. His irritation was bubbling beneath the surface, though he kept his expression neutral.
Lucy, hidden behind the boxes, barely registered the exchange. Her heart still pounded in her chest as she stared down at her trembling hands, the remnants of their earlier activities clinging to her skin. The faint stickiness of Elfman’s pre-cum was a humiliating reminder of what had just happened, the warmth of his cock still ghosting against her palms. She rubbed her hands against the wooden floor in a desperate attempt to wipe them clean, the rough texture doing little to erase the sensation. Her cheeks burned with a mix of guilt and embarrassment, her mind racing with fragmented thoughts of Natsu and the stark contrast of what she had just experienced.
Elfman gave a final nod to Mirajane as she stepped through the doorway. “Don’t keep everyone waiting, okay?” she said cheerfully before disappearing down the hall.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Elfman’s cheerful expression dropped, replaced by a scowl. He let out a frustrated sigh, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Damn it, Mira… he thought bitterly, the ache of his unsatisfied arousal gnawing at him. She had no idea how close he had been, how much he had been looking forward to that release. Her timing couldn’t have been worse, and the thought only made the tension in his body more unbearable.
Lucy remained frozen, her breath caught in her throat as Elfman turned toward the boxes. But instead of addressing her, he shook his head and muttered under his breath before stomping out of the room, the door creaking shut behind him. The silence that followed was deafening, leaving Lucy alone with her thoughts and the faint, lingering heat in her hands that no amount of wiping seemed to dispel.
…..
The morning light filtered through the curtains of Lucy’s apartment, casting a warm glow over the tidy space. She stretched lazily on her couch, her blonde hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, dressed casually in a white tank top and a pair of snug, light-blue shorts that clung to her curves. The tank top hugged her chest, the thin straps barely containing the generous swell of her breasts, her nipples faintly outlined beneath the fabric in the cool morning air. Her shorts, short enough to reveal the full length of her toned thighs, rode up slightly as she moved, offering fleeting glimpses of the soft, golden skin beneath.
A sudden knock at the door pulled her from her relaxed state. Expecting Mirajane, Lucy got up with a sigh, adjusting her tank top and smoothing out her hair as she approached the door. But as she opened it, her heart sank—and her stomach twisted—with the unexpected sight of Elfman standing there instead, holding a neatly wrapped parcel.
“Morning, Lucy!” he said, his deep voice as booming and cheerful as ever. His signature confident grin spread across his face as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his broad shoulders filling the space. “Mira asked me to bring this over. She thought you might need some breakfast or something, y’know, since you said you were feeling lonely yesterday.”
Lucy blinked, flustered by his presence, and barely managed to mutter a thank-you as she stepped aside to let him in. Elfman sauntered in like he owned the place, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. His eyes flicked briefly to her outfit, and his grin widened.
“Wow, lazy day, huh?” he teased, his tone light but with a hint of something that made her pulse quicken. “You look cute, though. Real comfortable.” His gaze lingered just a fraction too long on the way her tank top clung to her body, the curve of her hips accentuated by the way her shorts hugged her frame.
Lucy crossed her arms instinctively, trying to cover herself without making it too obvious. “It’s my house,” she replied, her voice defensive but laced with nervous energy. “I can wear whatever I want.”
Elfman laughed as he made himself at home, dropping onto her couch with a confidence that seemed to fill the entire room. He sprawled out, his muscular frame taking up more space than necessary, his arms stretching over the back of the cushions as if he were staking a claim. His presence was overwhelming, his sheer size and energy making Lucy feel small and out of place in her own home.
She fidgeted awkwardly, avoiding his gaze as she moved to put the food on her kitchen counter. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on anything else, memories of the previous day flooded her mind. The feel of his cock—thick, veiny, impossibly warm—still lingered in her hands, an undeniable imprint that refused to fade. She could almost hear the low, rumbling groans of his voice, the teasing edge in his words as he praised her, telling her how soft her hands were, how perfect she was.
Her cheeks flushed as she caught herself, shaking her head slightly to dispel the intrusive thoughts. But they clung stubbornly, each glance at Elfman—his broad shoulders, the faint smirk on his lips, the way he seemed so completely at ease—pulling her back into the haze of yesterday’s events.
Elfman’s voice broke her reverie, his tone light but teasing. “You alright, Lucy? You look a little distracted.” His smirk deepened as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his presence somehow even larger despite the casual gesture.
“I’m fine,” Lucy snapped a bit too quickly, her voice higher than usual. She turned away, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she tried to steady her breathing. But her heart continued to race, and no matter how hard she tried to focus, the memory of his cock—its size, its heat, the way it had felt in her hands—continued to plague her, an unwelcome reminder of how much had changed in just a single day.
Elfman leaned back against the couch, his arms stretched across the top of the cushions, exuding his usual air of unshakable confidence. His voice filled the room as he launched into casual conversation, something about the guild’s antics or the latest mission he had heard about. But Lucy barely registered a word. Her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts spiraling back to the previous day.
She stood at the kitchen counter, her hands lightly gripping the edge as her gaze drifted into the distance. The vivid memory of Elfman’s cock loomed in her mind, the size, the weight, the heat—each detail replaying itself with startling clarity. She could still feel the slickness of his pre-cum on her palms, the way her fingers had barely managed to wrap around his girth. Her breath hitched faintly as her thoughts betrayed her, the unbidden comparison to Natsu once again surfacing. It wasn’t just the size—it was the sheer presence Elfman carried, the way he had spoken, commanded her attention, made her body react in ways she didn’t fully understand.
“Lucy,” Elfman called, his voice cutting through the haze in her mind, but she didn’t respond. His deep chuckle followed, and she finally snapped out of it when he clapped his hands together, the sharp sound jolting her.
“Huh? What?” she stammered, her eyes wide as she turned to face him, her cheeks already flushed from the direction of her thoughts.
Elfman smirked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as if he could see right through her. “You’re distracted,” he teased, his voice carrying a playful edge. “Still thinking about yesterday, huh?”
Lucy’s heart skipped a beat, her mouth opening to protest, but no words came out. She looked away quickly, pretending to busy herself with adjusting the already straightened utensils on the counter.
“I get it,” he continued, leaning forward on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. “Not every day you get to see a man like me in action. I can’t blame you for being a little… taken aback.” His smirk widened as his tone dropped, becoming lower, more suggestive. “Bet you’re still thinking about how manly I am. About how it felt, huh?”
Lucy fumbled, her fingers slipping over a glass as she tried to keep herself composed. “N-no! I’m not—” Her voice was high-pitched, betraying her nerves as she turned to face him, her amber eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.
Elfman’s grin only grew, his confidence undeterred. “It’s alright, Lucy. I mean, you had your hands all over me yesterday,” he said, his words deliberately bold, pushing her buttons with ease. “I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hell, it’s a lot to take in, even for someone as strong as you.”
Lucy’s cheeks burned, her words catching in her throat as she struggled to form a coherent response. “I-I don’t—” she stammered, her voice faltering. Her hands gripped the counter behind her for support as she tried to glare at him, but her expression betrayed her flustered state.
Elfman leaned back again, his smirk never wavering. “Relax, Lucy,” he said with a teasing lilt. “I’m just saying, not everyone gets to handle a real man like me. It’s something special, you know? You’re lucky.”
Her face was crimson now, and she could barely meet his gaze, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. “Just stop talking!” she finally managed to blurt out, her voice louder than she intended. But even as she tried to shut him down, her mind couldn’t help but replay his words, his tone, the images they conjured—and the way her body betrayed her, her pulse quickening despite her every effort to calm it.
Elfman chuckled deeply at Lucy’s outburst, the sound reverberating through the room like a low growl. He leaned forward again, his large frame seemingly taking up all the space in her small apartment. His elbows rested on his knees, his sharp eyes locked onto her as his smirk widened. “You know,” he began, his voice carrying that same teasing edge, “yesterday was... interesting. But I’ve gotta say, Lucy, you left me hanging.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks burning as she snapped her gaze to him. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, her hands gripping the counter tighter, her knuckles turning white. But the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her, and Elfman wasn’t about to let it slide.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” he said, his grin growing as he leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs slightly. The motion was casual, but the way his broad frame dominated the space made it impossible for her to ignore him. “It’s not very lady-like to leave a man... unsatisfied.”
“Unsatisfied?” Lucy repeated, her voice high and incredulous, though the blush on her cheeks deepened as the implications of his words sank in.
Elfman nodded, his tone almost mockingly thoughtful. “Yeah. I mean, you had your hands all over me, got me all worked up, and then—nothing.” He shrugged, his massive shoulders rolling with exaggerated nonchalance. “Not exactly fair, don’t you think? A real lady would’ve seen things through.”
Lucy’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a response that wouldn’t make her sound ridiculous. “That’s not—I didn’t—” she stammered, her voice faltering as his confident gaze bore into her. Her mind raced, but the sheer weight of his presence left her feeling small and trapped, her usual sharp retorts nowhere to be found.
Elfman tilted his head, watching her with a mix of amusement and something far more intense. “Come on, Lucy,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s not like I’m asking for much. Just a little... attention. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” His smirk widened as he gestured down toward his lap, his meaning unmistakable.
Her breath hitched, and she instinctively stepped back, shaking her head. “I-I can’t—this isn’t—” she began, her protests weak and unconvincing even to her own ears. But Elfman didn’t waver, his confident demeanor unshakable as he leaned forward slightly, his elbows still resting on his knees.
“Relax, Lucy,” he said, his tone both reassuring and commanding. “It’s just us here. You’re a smart girl—you know I wouldn’t say anything. Just think of it as making things right.” His words carried an air of inevitability, as if the outcome had already been decided.
Lucy’s heart raced, her mind a chaotic mess as she tried to process the situation. Every instinct screamed at her to push back, to put a stop to this, but the way Elfman looked at her, the sheer confidence in his voice and posture, left her feeling cornered. Her feet felt rooted to the floor, and her pulse quickened as she struggled to find her voice.
“I-I don’t think...” she began, her words trailing off as Elfman’s smirk deepened, his gaze unrelenting. Slowly, almost without realizing it, she found herself moving forward, her legs shaky as she took hesitant steps toward him. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes darting nervously between his face and the space between his spread legs.
“That’s it,” Elfman said softly, his deep voice almost soothing. “You’re doing great.” His praise sent a confusing mix of emotions through her, her face burning as she knelt slowly, her knees pressing into the soft rug beneath her.
Lucy’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body stiff as she knelt there, staring down at the space between them. Her heart pounded in her ears, her thoughts racing with guilt, disbelief, and a faint, nagging feeling she couldn’t quite name. Elfman watched her closely, his smirk never wavering, his broad frame looming over her like a mountain she couldn’t climb.
Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest as she knelt between Elfman’s legs, her wide amber eyes once again drawn to the imposing sight before her. Even though she had seen it just yesterday, the sheer size of his cock still left her breathless. It jutted out proudly, the thick, veiny shaft twitching faintly with his heartbeat, the flared, glistening tip almost intimidating in its size. She hesitated, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered just above his length. Her body felt hot, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she struggled to sort through.
“Go on,” Elfman rumbled, his voice low and encouraging. “You know what to do.”
Swallowing hard, Lucy reached out, her small hands wrapping around his cock as best as they could. Even with both hands gripping him, there was still more length and girth than she could manage. Her fingers slid along his slick shaft, the warmth of his pre-cum making her movements smoother but also more intimate. Each ridge and vein pressed against her palms, the sheer weight of it reminding her just how different he was from Natsu.
Her strokes started slow and deliberate, her hands moving in tandem as she worked him. At the same time, she let one hand drift lower, her fingers lightly cupping and massaging his balls. They were heavy and full, the skin warm and taut beneath her touch. Despite her efforts, though, she couldn’t ignore the faint twinge of doubt creeping into her mind. Was this really enough? The faint grunt Elfman let out suggested he was enjoying it, but it lacked the intensity she had expected.
“Lucy,” he said, his voice a little rougher now, pulling her attention upward. His sharp eyes locked onto hers, his smirk deepening. “You’re doing good, but... this isn’t gonna get me there. You want to make it count, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her hands faltering as his words sank in. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Elfman chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “Come on, Lucy,” he said, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs further to give her more space. “You’ve got those perfect lips, that cute little tongue... why not put them to good use? A real lady wouldn’t leave a man half-satisfied, right?”
Her breath hitched, and she glanced away, biting her lower lip as her mind raced. The suggestion made her stomach twist with both anxiety and something far more confusing—a spark of heat she couldn’t quite push away. Her hands still rested on his cock, the slick warmth against her palms making it impossible to ignore just how aroused he was.
“I-I don’t know if I can...” she started, her voice trembling. But Elfman cut her off with a soft, almost reassuring tone.
“Hey, no pressure,” he said, though his smirk remained. “But trust me, you’ll do great. You’ve already got me halfway there. Just... imagine you’re doing it for someone you really care about.”
Her blush deepened, and she hesitated for a long moment before leaning forward slowly. Her lips parted, her breath brushing against the sensitive skin of his tip as she moved closer. The heat radiating from him was almost overwhelming, her senses flooded with the faint, musky scent of him. Tentatively, she pressed her lips to the swollen head, the soft, warm skin yielding slightly under her touch.
“There you go,” Elfman groaned, his voice thick with approval. “That’s it, Lucy. Those lips of yours... they’re perfect.”
His praise sent a shiver through her, the combination of embarrassment and something deeper making her chest tighten. She moved cautiously, her tongue darting out to flick against the tip, tasting the salty slickness of his pre-cum. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant, and as she grew bolder, she began to use her tongue more, swirling it around the head before taking him into her mouth.
Elfman groaned again, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head, though he didn’t push. “Damn, Lucy. You’ve got a natural talent for this,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of teasing and genuine pleasure. “Feels even better than I imagined.”
Her cheeks burned at his words, her arousal mingling with her embarrassment as she focused on her movements. She let her lips slide further down his shaft, her tongue pressing against the underside as she took him deeper. Each grunt and word of praise from Elfman sent another jolt of heat through her, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control. Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself wanting to hear more of those sounds, her reluctance slowly giving way to a strange, unfamiliar desire.
As Lucy worked Elfman’s cock with her mouth, her movements became more fluid, each bob of her head taking him slightly deeper. Her lips glided along the slick shaft, her tongue pressing and swirling against him with growing confidence. The sheer size of him filled her mouth, stretching her lips as she struggled to accommodate him, but the low groans and praise from Elfman drove her to keep going.
With every motion, her body moved in rhythm. Her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, swaying with each bob of her head, but it was the unintentional bounce of her chest that drew Elfman’s attention. Her breasts, full and round, moved wildly beneath the thin fabric of her tank top, the soft material straining to contain their motion. Her nipples were unmistakably pronounced, hardened peaks poking through the thin white fabric, visible with each shift and sway of her body.
Elfman’s sharp eyes zeroed in on the sight, his smirk widening as he groaned appreciatively. “Damn, Lucy,” he rumbled, his voice thick and dripping with lust. “You’re really putting in the effort. Look at those gorgeous tits bouncing around. Almost enough to make me forget about everything else.”
Lucy froze for a moment, her cheeks burning crimson as his words sank in. She felt the heat of his gaze on her chest, the way he was openly admiring her body as if it were on full display. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but even as embarrassment flooded her, a faint thrill coursed through her at the raw desire in his tone.
“Don’t stop now,” Elfman added, his voice low and teasing. “I mean, it’s not fair to tease me like that, is it? All that bouncing… might as well put those beauties to good use while you’re at it.”
Her amber eyes shot up to meet his, her gaze a mix of indignation and something far less certain. She wanted to snap back, to tell him to shut up, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she returned to her task, her movements slightly more hesitant as she tried to ignore the way his lewd comment echoed in her mind.
Each bob of her head sent another ripple through her chest, her nipples brushing against the fabric of her tank top with every motion. The faint friction only heightened her awareness of her body, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading through her, her arousal mingling with her embarrassment in a way she couldn’t fully explain.
Lucy’s hesitation had all but melted away, her movements now fluid and purposeful as her soft lips slid along Elfman’s cock. Her head bobbed steadily, her golden hair cascading around her face like a silken veil. Each motion sent the thick, veiny shaft gliding deeper into her mouth, the swollen head brushing tantalizingly against the back of her throat. The sensation was intense, but instead of pulling back, Lucy pushed herself further, her lust-fueled determination driving her forward without a word needing to be spoken.
Elfman groaned deeply, his large hands gripping the couch as he leaned back, his sharp eyes fixed on her. The sight of Lucy worshipping him so eagerly—her soft lips stretched around his girth, her cheeks hollowing with each deep suck—sent waves of satisfaction through him. He didn’t need to say a thing, his smug grin and occasional rumbling groan telling her everything she needed to know.
Her lips left his cock with a wet pop, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, the cool air brushing against her spit-slicked lips. But she didn’t stop. Lucy’s tongue darted out, running along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed faintly beneath her touch. The warmth and saltiness of him filled her senses as she dropped soft, open-mouthed kisses down the length of his cock, her hands stroking him gently as her mouth explored every ridge and curve.
Every inch of him was so different from Natsu, she thought, her mind betraying her once again. Natsu’s cock, while familiar and manageable, had never made her feel like this. Elfman’s size, the sheer weight of him in her hand and mouth, was almost overwhelming, but it also stirred something deep within her that she couldn’t deny. The thick veins that pressed against her fingers, the subtle curve of his shaft, the way the swollen tip twitched under her tongue—it was all so vivid, so raw, so utterly unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Her lips traveled lower, her breath hot against his skin as she reached his balls. They hung heavy and full, the skin smooth and warm against her lips as she placed tentative kisses along the surface. Her tongue flicked out hesitantly, tasting him as her hand continued to stroke his shaft, slick with both spit and pre-cum. Emboldened by the deep, guttural groan that rumbled from Elfman’s chest, she opened her mouth wider, taking one of his balls into her mouth with deliberate care.
Elfman’s head fell back against the couch, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he reveled in the sight and feel of her efforts. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, filled with approval. “Good girl, Lucy. You’re better at this than I could’ve imagined.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, her cheeks burning as she focused on her task. She worked her mouth and hands in tandem, her lips moving between his balls while her hand continued to stroke his slick shaft. Her mind swirled with fragmented thoughts, each action drawing her deeper into the moment. And yet, even as her body moved with growing confidence and desire, a small, guilty part of her couldn’t help but think of Natsu again.
The comparison was stark. Natsu’s smaller, less imposing size had never left her feeling this out of control, this consumed. Every vein and curve of Elfman’s cock seemed to demand her attention, her touch, her lips. The sheer difference left her breathless, her body responding in ways that made her chest tighten with both guilt and unbidden excitement.
With each stroke, lick, and kiss, Lucy gave herself over more and more to the moment, her mind and body betraying her as she continued to worship Elfman’s cock with a silent, fervent devotion.
Lucy had fallen into a rhythm, her lips and tongue gliding over Elfman’s cock with reverence that she couldn’t deny. She had started cautiously, unsure and hesitant, but now she was entirely consumed, her actions driven by an unfamiliar hunger. Her lips kissed and licked every inch of his length, savoring the taste of his pre-cum mingling with the salty musk of his skin. The smell was intoxicating, raw and masculine, filling her senses and making her head spin with every deep inhale. The weight of him, the heat radiating from his cock, felt so right in her hands and mouth.
She couldn’t stop herself. Every brush of her lips against his thick shaft, every flick of her tongue along the prominent veins sent shivers of forbidden pleasure through her. This… this is what I want, she thought, her hands trembling slightly as she stroked him. Her body moved on autopilot, driven by the overwhelming desire to please him, to hear more of those deep, approving groans that only fueled the fire burning in her chest.
Elfman leaned back on the couch, his powerful frame relaxed as he gazed down at her with an almost lazy smirk. “Damn, Lucy,” he rumbled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re really going all out, huh? Look at you… practically worshipping it like it’s the only thing you care about.”
His words were like a bucket of cold water splashing over her. Lucy froze for a brief moment, her amber eyes snapping up to meet his piercing gaze. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, a fiery red spreading across her face as she realized just how far gone she was. The way he said it, so casual and smug, as if he owned her in that moment, made her chest tighten with both shame and something else—something darker, deeper, and harder to ignore.
“I’m not—” she tried to protest, but her voice came out muffled and weak around the girth of his cock. She couldn’t even convince herself, let alone him, and the realization only made her face flush brighter. Her hands trembled as she adjusted her grip, her lips parting further as if to distract herself from his knowing smirk.
Elfman chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling through the room as he watched her struggle to regain her composure. “Don’t stop now,” he teased, his tone both playful and commanding. “If you’re gonna worship it, at least do it right.”
Her stomach churned, her body betraying her as his words echoed in her mind. She hated how much they affected her, how they made her chest tighten and her breath quicken. But instead of pulling away, she leaned forward, letting her lips slide back over the swollen head of his cock. Her hands tightened their grip as she pushed herself further, her tongue pressing against the underside as she took him deeper.
Without thinking, she forced herself lower, her lips stretching around his thickness as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut, tears forming at the corners as she adjusted to the sensation. The salty taste of him filled her mouth completely, her senses overwhelmed as she swallowed around him.
“Fuck,” Elfman groaned, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head. “That’s what I’m talking about. You look so damn good like that, Lucy.”
Her cheeks burned even hotter, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. His praise, his groans, the sheer size of him—all of it drove her forward, her lips sliding down further until she was nearly at the base. The world outside this moment faded, her thoughts consumed by the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire as she gave herself over completely, worshipping his cock as if it were the only thing that mattered.
Elfman’s grip on the back of Lucy’s head tightened as her soft lips worked tirelessly up and down his massive cock. The wet, lewd sounds of her efforts filled the small room, mingling with his deep, rumbling groans of pleasure. His broad chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his body tensing as the heat coiling in his core threatened to boil over. He looked down at her, her golden hair a wild, beautiful mess around her flushed face, and his smirk deepened.
“Almost there, Lucy,” he growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “You’re doing too good of a job... Get ready, because I’m not holding back.”
Lucy’s eyes widened at his words, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to pull back instinctively. But Elfman’s large hand shot up, tangling in her soft blonde hair, holding her firmly in place. “Nah, don’t back out now,” he said with a teasing edge, his grip firm but not painful. “You’ve taken this much—finish it like the good girl you are.”
Her muffled protests turned into choked sounds as he thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. The swollen head pressed against the back of her throat, making her gag and tear up, her hands clutching his thick thighs for support. The taste of him was overwhelming, the salty slickness coating her tongue and throat as she struggled to keep up with his relentless movements.
With a guttural groan, Elfman finally let go, his hips bucking as his release hit like a tidal wave. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down Lucy’s throat, the sheer volume making her eyes water as she gagged and choked around him. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working desperately to accommodate the flood, but it was too much. The warmth spilled back into her mouth, coating her tongue before he finally pulled out with a satisfied grunt.
The sudden motion sent the last of his release spraying across her face and chest. White streaks painted her flushed skin, dripping down her cheeks and onto her heaving chest. Her tank top bore the brunt of it, the thin fabric quickly becoming soaked and translucent as the cum seeped into her cleavage, pooling between her breasts.
Lucy sat back on her heels, gasping for air as she wiped at her face with trembling hands. Her cheeks burned crimson, her amber eyes narrowed in annoyance as she glared up at him. “You couldn’t have warned me better?” she snapped, her voice hoarse and laced with frustration. Her tank top clung to her body, the wet fabric doing little to hide the generous curves of her chest as she adjusted it futilely.
Elfman chuckled, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied grin. “I did warn you,” he said, his tone smug. “Besides, you handled it better than I expected. Not bad, Lucy. Not bad at all.”
She scowled, muttering under her breath as she grabbed a nearby towel to clean herself up. Outwardly, she radiated annoyance, her sharp movements and muttered complaints masking the deeper turmoil within. But as she wiped away the sticky evidence of their encounter, she couldn’t ignore the persistent ache between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with a deep, aching need that refused to be ignored, her body betraying her despite the indignation she tried so hard to cling to.
What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, biting her lip as she stole a glance at Elfman, who looked entirely too pleased with himself. She hated how smug he was, hated the way he had taken control of the situation, but most of all, she hated how much her body had enjoyed it. Deep down, beneath the frustration and the guilt, there was an undeniable craving that left her breathless, a desire she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit.
Lucy’s face was still flushed as she continued to wipe at her skin, her tank top now clinging damply to her chest. The thin, soaked fabric was nearly transparent, leaving little to the imagination as it stretched over her full, heaving breasts. Her hardened nipples were clearly outlined against the material, pressing through with an unrelenting prominence that made her cheeks burn even hotter.
Elfman, still lounging on her couch, let his sharp gaze roam over her shamelessly. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he let out a deep chuckle that made her freeze. “Damn, Lucy,” he said, his voice dripping with smug amusement. “I knew you had a great body, but this? You’ve got tits that’d make any man lose his mind. Look at them—perfect.”
Her head snapped up, her amber eyes blazing with indignation as she clutched the damp tank top against her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. “Get out!” she shouted, her voice cracking slightly as she pointed to the door. “I gave you what you wanted yesterday and today—now leave!”
Elfman’s grin widened as he stood, towering over her as he stretched lazily. “Alright, alright,” he said, his tone light but still teasing. “No need to get so worked up. Just saying, Lucy, a body like yours deserves to be appreciated.”
Her glare followed him all the way to the door, but she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest at his words, even if they infuriated her. As the door clicked shut behind him, a heavy silence filled the room. Lucy stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped the remaining streaks of his cum from her chest.
But the ache between her thighs only grew, the heat of it spreading as her thoughts spiraled. The taste of him still lingered on her tongue, salty and musky, a vivid reminder of what had just transpired. Her body betrayed her, the memory of his cock—its size, its heat, the way it had felt in her hands and mouth—flooding her mind with a wave of unrelenting arousal.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with frustration and something darker. She turned quickly, making her way to her room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. Her hands still sticky, her tank top still clinging to her cum-streaked chest, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her body moving on instinct.
Her breath hitched as she reached into the shared dresser she and Natsu kept, her fingers finding the hidden compartment at the back. With a shaky hand, she pulled out her secret weapon—a massive dildo vibrator, far larger than anything Natsu had ever brought to their encounters. The toy was intimidatingly thick, its length almost absurd, but right now, it was exactly what she needed.
Lucy stared at it, her cheeks burning as she muttered to herself, her voice low and breathless. “This... this is all your fault, Elfman,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around the base of the toy. “If you’re gonna act like that... then I guess I’ll just have to handle it myself.” She licked her lips unconsciously, the lingering taste of Elfman’s release making her thighs clench as she sank onto her bed, the toy clutched tightly in her hand, her body already trembling with anticipation.
Lucy sat on the edge of her bed, her breath shallow and uneven as she stared at the massive toy in her hand. The sheer size of it made her stomach twist with both anticipation and nervousness. Its thick, veiny design was meant to mimic reality, and as she turned it in her hands, her mind couldn’t help but compare it to Elfman’s cock.
She bit her lip, her cheeks blazing as the memory of his size and heat resurfaced, unbidden. It’s close... but it’s not the same, she thought, her fingers tracing the smooth, textured surface of the toy. It was slightly smaller in both girth and length, but still intimidatingly large. Compared to Natsu, though, it was a different world entirely. The contrast made her chest tighten with guilt, but the throbbing ache between her thighs drowned out her hesitation.
“I’m sorry, Natsu,” she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling as she set the toy down briefly. She reached for the waistband of her shorts, her fingers slipping under the damp fabric. Pulling them down, she revealed her glistening folds, her panties clinging to her arousal before joining the discarded shorts on the floor. Cool air brushed against her heated skin, making her shiver as her hands hesitated for a moment.
With a shaky breath, she grabbed the toy again, positioning it between her legs as she leaned back slightly on the bed. Her golden hair framed her flushed face, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and desire as she pressed the tip of the massive dildo against her entrance. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, the swollen, wet folds parting slightly as she applied gentle pressure.
The moment the toy began to push inside, Lucy let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as her body reacted to the intrusion. The stretch was immediate, the thick girth filling her more than anything she’d ever taken before. Her fingers trembled as she guided it deeper, her walls clenching around the toy as a low, breathless moan escaped her lips.
“Oh, god,” she murmured, her voice barely audible as the first few inches slid inside. The fullness was overwhelming, her slick heat making it easier but no less intense as the toy stretched her open further. Her thighs quivered, her toes curling as she pushed it in deeper, inch by inch, until the pressure inside her made her legs weak.
Every ridge and vein of the toy dragged against her sensitive walls, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her body arched instinctively, her hips rocking forward as she adjusted to the size, her slickness coating the toy completely. “It’s... it’s so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
Lucy’s thoughts flashed back to Elfman, the memory of his cock vivid in her mind as she compared the two again. The toy was filling her to the point of near discomfort, but she couldn’t forget how much bigger Elfman had felt, how his heat and presence had been undeniable. Her walls clenched around the toy at the thought, a wave of guilt and arousal crashing over her as she let her hips move slightly, adjusting to the stretch.
Her moans grew softer but more frequent as she slowly worked the toy deeper, her body trembling with each movement. The throbbing in her pussy only intensified, the overwhelming sensations pushing every other thought out of her mind as she gave herself over to the moment, the toy filling her completely and lighting every nerve in her body on fire.
Lucy’s trembling hands gripped the massive toy tightly as she began to work it in and out of her slick, tight cunt. The stretch was overwhelming, each slow thrust making her moan softly as her pussy clung desperately to the thick shaft. Her creamy juices coated the toy, glistening in the dim light of her room, trailing down its length and pooling at the base with each movement. The wet, lewd sounds of her arousal filled the quiet space, mingling with her breathless gasps and moans.
Her hips moved instinctively, finding a rhythm as she gradually picked up the pace. Each thrust drove the toy deeper, pushing against the sensitive spots inside her and making her body shiver with pleasure. Her head tilted back, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she let out a shaky breath, her amber eyes fluttering closed. She hadn’t intended for this to happen—to imagine him—but with every thrust, her mind wandered to Elfman. The sheer size of the toy reminded her of how he had felt in her hands, the way his cock had pulsed under her touch, its girth and heat so vividly etched into her memory.
Unbidden, her hips bucked forward, driving the toy even deeper, mimicking the roughness she imagined Elfman would use. Her body arched as she rocked against it, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her trembling thighs. The ridges of the toy dragged along her inner walls with each thrust, her moans growing louder as her body surrendered completely to the sensations. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as the thought of Elfman’s cock—its veins, its weight, the way it had twitched under her mouth—fueled her growing arousal.
Her eyes fluttered open, the glazed, lustful haze in her gaze making her movements bolder. With a shaky hand, she reached for the base of the toy, her fingers brushing against the small switch that controlled its vibrations. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation, her nipples pressing against the damp fabric of her tank top as she hesitated for only a moment before flipping it to the lowest setting.
The moment the vibrations kicked in, Lucy’s entire body tensed. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her thighs clenching around the toy as the sudden hum sent waves of pleasure radiating through her core. The low, steady buzz seemed to awaken every nerve ending, the sensation rolling through her body like an electric current. “Ah—oh, god,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as her hips jerked involuntarily, driving the toy deeper inside her.
The vibrations teased her sensitive walls, amplifying every thrust and making her moans sharper, more desperate. Her body trembled violently, her fingers gripping the base of the toy as her movements became erratic, chasing the overwhelming pleasure building inside her. The wet, sticky sound of her juices dripping down the vibrating shaft filled the room, a lewd symphony to her escalating desire.
“Oh—oh, fuck,” Lucy cried out, her voice breaking as the vibrations pushed her over the edge. Her body arched sharply, her head falling back as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched tightly around the toy, her walls spasming as her creamy release gushed out, soaking the toy and her thighs in the process. Her entire body shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure, her mind blank except for the pulsating heat between her legs.
She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as her fingers trembled against the toy, still buzzing softly inside her. Her golden hair clung to her damp skin, her tank top sticky and clinging to her heaving chest. Lucy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in uneven gasps as the toy buzzed steadily inside her. The vibrations deep within her were already overwhelming, teasing her most sensitive spots and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling body. Her fingers hovered over the switch, her mind a haze of lust and forbidden fantasies. She hesitated, biting her lip, before flipping the switch again.
The change was immediate and intense. The toy’s vibrations surged to a much faster, more aggressive pace, the relentless hum seeming to resonate in every fiber of her being. “Ah—oh my god!” Lucy cried out, her body jolting violently as the sensation ripped through her. Her thighs clenched tightly around the toy, her back arching off the bed as the powerful buzz drove her deeper into a spiral of unrelenting pleasure. The wet, lewd sounds of her juices filled the room, her soaked folds unable to keep up with the overwhelming stimulation.
Her head tilted back, golden hair spilling in wild waves over the mattress as her lips parted in breathless moans. The aggressive pace of the vibrations made her hips buck uncontrollably, grinding against the toy as if chasing the climax that built rapidly in her core. She could no longer hold back, the fantasies swirling in her mind taking complete control. “Elfman—fuck—Elfman, please,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. “Fuck me... I need you... I need it so bad.”
The rawness of her plea only heightened her arousal, her body trembling as the toy continued to pulse against her sensitive walls. The pressure building in her core was unbearable, her entire body tensing as she teetered on the edge. And then it hit her—harder than anything she had ever experienced before.
Lucy let out a loud, broken cry as her orgasm slammed through her like a tidal wave. Her thighs quivered, her toes curling as her pussy clenched tightly around the toy. A gush of her release squirted out, soaking the toy, her thighs, and the sheets beneath her in a wet, sticky mess. Her body convulsed, her fingers digging into the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her trembling frame.
“Ah—ahh!” she moaned, her voice raw and breathless as the overwhelming pleasure pushed her to her limit. Her mind was blank, her body lost in the intense sensations that left her gasping for air. The vibrations, still relentless, became too much for her to handle. With shaky hands, she reached down and pulled the toy out, the slick length sliding free of her clenching pussy with a wet pop.
Collapsing back onto the bed, Lucy lay there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her golden hair clung to her damp skin, her tank top soaked through with sweat and arousal. Her thighs trembled, her body still buzzing from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing as the lingering echoes of her moans filled the quiet room.
The toy lay discarded beside her, its surface glistening with her release, a testament to the raw, unbridled lust that had overtaken her. Lucy closed her eyes, biting her lip as she tried to process the intensity of what had just happened. Her body still ached, her pussy throbbing with a faint, persistent heat that refused to fade. And despite the guilt that gnawed at the edges of her mind, a small, undeniable part of her yearned for more.
Lucy lay sprawled on her bed, her body still trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her breasts bouncing with each labored inhale, the damp tank top clinging to her like a second skin. The fabric stuck to her curves, outlining every detail of her heaving chest, her hardened nipples pressing visibly against the thin, soaked material. Her golden hair splayed out messily across the bed, strands sticking to her flushed skin as beads of sweat glistened along her forehead and neck.
Her amber eyes slowly opened, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to steady the wild rhythm of her heart. But even as her breathing slowed, her mind refused to quiet. She bit her lip, her thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions. She hated this—hated that it was Elfman who had made her feel this way. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t Natsu, her boyfriend, have been the one to drive her to these heights? The unbidden thought sent a pang of guilt stabbing through her chest, making her stomach twist uncomfortably.
Why would I even think that? she berated herself, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her. But the memory of Elfman’s cock—the size, the heat, the way it had felt in her hands and mouth—refused to leave her. No matter how much she tried to push it away, the images lingered, vivid and consuming, making her thighs clench instinctively as the dull ache between her legs persisted.
Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the mess she had made of herself. Her creamy juices coated her inner thighs, glistening in the soft light of the room. Her pussy still throbbed faintly, the lingering warmth a constant reminder of the intensity of her release. The sheets beneath her were damp with her arousal, the unmistakable scent of her desire hanging heavily in the air.
Lucy sighed shakily, running a hand through her damp hair as she closed her eyes again, trying to push away the embarrassment that flooded her. This was just a one-time thing, she told herself firmly, though the conviction in her thoughts felt hollow. She couldn’t let this happen again. She wouldn’t.
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