Guildhall Gangbang

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of SailorIo stories)
Previous Story (Part 47): [LINK]
Beginning (Part 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Part 49): To Be Continued…

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Lucy pushed open the heavy doors of the Fairy Tail guild hall, the familiar creak barely audible over the symphony of moans, gasps, and wet rhythmic slaps echoing through the vast room. The morning light filtered through the high windows, casting a warm golden glow over a scene that would have once left her blushing crimson and sprinting for cover. Now, it was just another day.

 

The entire hall had descended into a full-blown orgy.

 

Tables had been pushed aside or repurposed. On the nearest one, Cana Alberona was sprawled on her back, legs spread wide as Wakaba and Macao took turns thrusting into her from both ends, Wakaba buried deep between her thighs while Macao fed his cock between her eager lips. Cana’s hands gripped Wakaba’s hips, urging him deeper, her muffled moans vibrating around Macao as droplets of spilled beer mixed with sweat on her flushed skin.

 

Nearby, Levy McGarden was pinned against a wooden pillar by Jet and Droy. The two men had her lifted clean off the ground, her petite frame sandwiched between them. Jet was behind her, pounding relentlessly into her ass while Droy claimed her pussy, their rhythms perfectly synced from years of rivalry turned to shared passion. Levy’s head was thrown back, blue hair plastered to her forehead, glasses fogged as she cried out with every dual thrust. Books lay scattered forgotten around their feet.

 

Over by the request board, Lisanna was on her knees in full Take Over: Animal Soul form, cat ears, tail, and all, servicing Gajeel with long, slow licks along his pierced length while Panther Lily watched from a nearby beam, wings folded, clearly enjoying the show. Every time Lisanna took Gajeel deep into her throat, her tail flicked with pleasure, and Gajeel’s iron-studded fingers tangled in her white hair, guiding her pace.

 

On one of the longer benches, Juvia Lockser had Gray straddling her face, his hips rocking steadily as she devoured him with desperate enthusiasm, water magic making everything slick and glistening. At the same time, she was bent forward enough for Loke to take her from behind, the Celestial Spirit’s hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as he drove into her with powerful strokes. Gray’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in the sensation of Juvia’s tongue swirling around him.

 

In the far corner, Elfman was living up to his “manly” ideals in the most literal way possible, Evergreen perched atop him in reverse cowgirl, riding him hard while Bisca straddled his face, grinding against his eager mouth. Alzack watched from inches away, stroking himself in time with his wife’s moans until Evergreen beckoned him closer, pulling him in for a messy three-way kiss.

 

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and magic, little bursts of light and sparks flaring whenever someone’s pleasure peaked and their control slipped.

 

Lucy stepped casually through the chaos, her short miniskirt swishing against her bare thighs, the cool air brushing teasingly between her legs with every stride. Her low-cut top clung to her breasts like a second skin, the fabric stretched so tight that the soft undersides of each mound were fully exposed, bouncing slightly as she walked. She didn’t bat an eye at any of it.

 

Reaching the bar, she slid onto a stool and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter.

 

“Good morning, Mira,” she said brightly, voice perfectly casual, as if the guildhall weren’t currently a writhing sea of naked bodies and ecstatic cries.

 

Behind the bar, Mirajane looked up from polishing a glass, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, her usual neat ponytail slightly mussed. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her collarbone, and the top few buttons of her blouse were undone, far more than usual. She smiled warmly, completely unfazed.

 

“Good morning, Lucy,” Mira replied, voice sweet and melodic even as another moan rose from the floor behind Lucy. “The usual?”

 

Lucy nodded with a small, appreciative smile. “The usual, please.”

 

Mirajane’s hands moved with practiced grace behind the bar, grabbing a shaker and a bottle of bright citrus liqueur without even looking. Ice clinked softly as she poured, the motions smooth despite the way her blouse gaped open a little farther with every lean forward. A low, drawn-out moan rose from somewhere near the stage, Cana, probably finishing again, but neither woman flinched.

 

“So,” Mirajane said conversationally, sliding a sliced lime along the rim of the glass before dropping it in, “where are your fiancés this morning? It’s rare to see you walk in alone these days.”

 

Lucy rested her chin in her hand, the motion making the undersides of her breasts press a little more firmly against the edge of the bar. “Flare hasn’t been feeling well, so Brandish stayed home to take care of her. And Natsu’s off on a job with Erza. Apparently the client specifically requested the two of them.” She rolled her eyes, a faint pout forming. “Which is fine, I guess. Just… mildly irritating.”

 

Mirajane’s lips curved into a knowing, teasing smile as she slid the finished drink across the counter, something vibrant pink and topped with a curl of orange peel. “Jealous?”

 

“Maybe a little,” Lucy admitted, wrapping her fingers around the cool glass. She took a sip, savoring the sweet burn before adding, “But honestly, it’s more that I miss having an on-call dick the size of Natsu’s. You try getting used to that and then going without for a few days.”

 

Mirajane let out a soft laugh, resting her elbows on the bar and leaning in conspiratorially. The motion caused her own generous chest to press against the countertop, straining the remaining buttons of her blouse. “I can imagine. Though I’m happy to help if you ever need a substitute,” she added with a playful wink, the faint shimmer of Take Over magic flickering briefly in her eyes, she’d used that particular S-Rank spell on Lucy more than once, after all.

 

Lucy grinned, heat flickering low in her belly at the memory, but she waved it off for now. “Tempting, but I’ll survive. Probably.”

 

Mirajane’s expression softened into genuine concern. “Speaking of Flare… she’s been under the weather a lot lately, hasn’t she? Is everything okay?”

 

Lucy’s smile turned fond and just a touch secretive. “Don’t worry about it, Mira. I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on, but we’re waiting for Porlyusica to confirm it officially before we say anything.” She traced the rim of her glass with one finger, voice dropping a little. “Between you and me, I’m almost certain she’s pregnant.”

 

Mirajane’s eyes widened, then warmed with quiet delight. “Oh, Lucy… that’s wonderful.”

 

“Yeah,” Lucy sighed, the sound equal parts affectionate and wistful. “It is. I just… hate having the rings turned off, you know? I’ve gotten so used to feeling what they feel. Natsu’s adrenaline on a job, Brandish’s magic flaring when she’s doting on Flare, Flare’s little spikes of nausea in the morning…” She glanced down at the band on her left ring finger, the enchanted metal dull without its usual soft glow. “Going cold turkey is weird. I feel… disconnected.”

 

Mirajane reached across the bar and gave Lucy’s hand a gentle squeeze. “They’ll be back soon. And once Porlyusica gives the all-clear, you’ll have plenty to celebrate, all four of you.”

 

Lucy exhaled a soft laugh, squeezing back. “Five, eventually.”

 

From across the hall, Levy let out a sharp, keening cry as Jet and Droy pushed her over the edge again, and the sound mingled with the steady rhythm of flesh on flesh. Lucy took another slow sip of her drink, perfectly at ease in the chaos, already imagining the moment the rings flickered back to life and she’d feel every single thing her lovers were feeling once more.

 

Both women jumped slightly as a sudden crash echoed from just behind Lucy, Juvia’s back slamming against the edge of the bar counter, her blue curls bouncing wildly as Gray hoisted her up with effortless strength. His hands gripped her thighs hard, spreading them wide and pinning her against the polished wood, her dress hiked up around her waist to expose her dripping pussy. Gray’s pants were shoved down just enough to free his massive cock, already slick and throbbing from their earlier play across the hall. Without a word, he lined himself up and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one brutal stroke.

 

Juvia’s eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as Gray’s enormous length stretched her to her limits. “Oh, Gray my darling! Yes, harder, please! Fuck Juvia deeper!” she cried out, her voice a mix of desperate plea and ecstatic command, water magic shimmering faintly around her skin like a misty aura, making everything glisten with an otherworldly sheen. The bulge in her toned stomach was impossible to miss, a visible outline of Gray’s cock pressing outward with every inward plunge, distorting her abdomen like a living piston. It swelled and receded rhythmically, the head of his dick pushing up near her navel on the deepest thrusts, a testament to just how ridiculously endowed he was, thick as a forearm and long enough to rearrange her insides.

 

Gray grunted, his ice-make magic crackling faintly in the air around them, frost forming delicate patterns on the counter where his hands braced for leverage. Sweat beaded on his chiseled chest, his abs flexing with each powerful snap of his hips. “You want it harder, huh? Take it then,” he growled, voice low and rough, picking up speed. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the space between them, Juvia’s juices dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her breasts heaved with every impact, nipples hard and straining against the thin fabric of her top, which was already soaked through from her own watery essence.

 

Juvia’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she arched against the counter, her hands clawing at his shoulders. “More, Gray darling! Make Juvia cum! Fill her up until she can’t think of anything but you!” she wailed, her body convulsing around him, inner walls clenching tight like a vice. Another orgasm ripped through her almost immediately, her cries echoing through the guildhall, mingling with the ongoing symphony of pleasure from the orgy. Water splashed out from between them in little bursts, soaking Gray’s thighs and the bar top as she squirted around his invading cock, the bulge in her stomach pulsing visibly with the force of her release.

 

Lucy sat frozen on her stool, drink forgotten in her hand, her brown eyes wide and locked on the scene unfolding mere inches away. The heat building between her own thighs was undeniable, a slow, insistent throb that made her shift uncomfortably, her bare pussy brushing against the cool leather of the seat. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, arousal pooling hot and slick under her miniskirt, the fabric of her top suddenly feeling too tight against her hardening nipples. Watching Gray’s massive dick disappear into Juvia over and over, the way it deformed her belly with each thrust, it was hypnotic, filthy, and exactly the kind of thing that set her libido ablaze. A soft whimper escaped her lips unbidden, her free hand inching toward the hem of her skirt as the urge to touch herself grew overwhelming. Mira glanced her way with a sly, knowing smile, but Lucy couldn’t tear her gaze from the couple, her body aching for the kind of release they were chasing.

 

Lucy’s gaze stayed riveted to the spot just a few feet away, her breath coming in shallow little huffs as Gray drove into Juvia with renewed ferocity. The counter rocked slightly under the force of each thrust, glasses and bottles rattling behind the bar. Juvia’s back arched hard against the wood, her head thrown back so far that her blue curls spilled over the edge like a waterfall, her mouth open in a constant stream of desperate, broken cries.

 

“Gray-sama! Harder, please, harder! Juvia needs it so deep!” she screamed, voice cracking on the last word as Gray obliged, slamming forward with a guttural growl. His hips snapped against hers in a punishing rhythm, the thick length of his cock stretching her pussy obscenely wide, the visible bulge in her stomach rising and falling like a wave, swelling high near her ribs on the deepest strokes before retreating almost to her navel, only to surge back in again. Each time it bottomed out inside her, Juvia’s entire body jolted, her thighs trembling violently around his waist.

 

Gray’s hands slid from her thighs to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave red marks as he lifted her slightly off the counter, angling her hips so he could pound even deeper. “Like that?” he snarled, voice rough with lust, sweat dripping down his bare chest and tracing the lines of his abs. “You want me to wreck this tight little pussy until you can’t walk?”

 

“Yes! Yes, Gray-sama, wreck Juvia! Make her cum until she breaks!” Juvia wailed, her water magic flaring uncontrollably now, thin streams of shimmering liquid squirting out around Gray’s pistoning cock with every thrust, soaking his balls and splattering across the floor in rhythmic bursts. Her inner walls clenched visibly around him, milking his length as another orgasm crashed through her, her whole body seizing up. The bulge in her belly pulsed wildly as she came, her scream echoing off the rafters, “I’m cumming! Gray-sama, I’m cumming so hard on your huge cock!”

 

Gray didn’t slow down for a second. If anything, he fucked her even harder, hips slamming forward with wet, filthy slaps, the outline of his cock dragging along the inside of her abdomen so prominently that Lucy could track every inch of his retreat and return. Juvia’s eyes were glassy, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking down her flushed cheeks as she babbled incoherently between screams, “More, more, don’t stop, fill Juvia up! breed me, please.”

 

Lucy’s thighs pressed together instinctively, the slick heat between them almost unbearable now. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs beneath the miniskirt, her clit throbbing in time with Gray’s thrusts. Every moan from Juvia’s lips, every wet sound of Gray’s massive cock spearing into her, sent another pulse of liquid need straight to Lucy’s core. Her nipples were rock-hard against the tight fabric of her top, and she had to grip the edge of the bar to keep from sliding her hand between her legs right then and there.

 

Gray suddenly leaned forward, capturing one of Juvia’s bouncing breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple as he continued to rail her. Juvia’s hands flew to his hair, holding him there as she shrieked again, another climax building fast on the heels of the last. “Again, Juvia’s cumming again! Gray-sama’s cock is too big, it’s too much, it’s perfect!”

 

The bulge in her stomach surged one final time as Gray buried himself to the hilt and held there, grinding deep, and Juvia shattered completely, her scream turning into a high, keening wail as her body convulsed, squirting so hard that it splashed across Gray’s abs and dripped in rivulets down his thighs.

 

Lucy bit her lower lip hard enough to sting, her pussy clenching around nothing, absolutely aching with envy and raw, desperate want.

 

Lucy’s hand had slipped beneath her miniskirt without her even fully realizing it, fingers gliding through the slick heat of her bare pussy as she watched Gray and Juvia. She circled her swollen clit slowly, teasingly, matching the lazy rhythm of her touch to the relentless pounding just feet away. Every scream from Juvia sent another shiver straight to her core, her breath hitching as she dipped two fingers inside herself, curling them just right.

 

A pair of strong, warm hands suddenly slid around her from behind, cupping her exposed breasts roughly and squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them as a familiar, low chuckle sounded against her ear.

 

“Couldn’t resist the show, Princess?” Loke murmured, his voice a velvet purr. His celestial spirit body pressed flush against her back, the hard line of his arousal already grinding against her ass through his pants. “You’re soaking the stool already. Naughty girl.”

 

Lucy arched into his touch with a breathy laugh, still fingering herself slowly, deliberately. “Can you blame me? Look at them.” She tilted her head toward Gray and Juvia. “He’s destroying her, and it’s fucking hot.”

 

Across the bar, Gray had pulled out of Juvia just long enough to spin her around. He bent her forward over the counter, her cheek pressed to the wood right beside Lucy’s elbow, blue curls spilling everywhere. Juvia whimpered desperately at the loss, pushing her hips back in invitation, her pussy glistening and gaping slightly from the stretch of Gray’s cock.

 

“Please, Gray-sama, don’t stop, put it back in!” Juvia begged, voice hoarse from screaming.

 

Gray smirked, gripping her hips and slamming home in one brutal thrust. The new angle made the bulge in her stomach even more obscene, pressing outward low in her abdomen now, visible from the side as he started fucking her from behind with short, savage strokes. Each impact jolted her forward, her breasts squishing against the bar top, nipples dragging across the wood as she moaned incoherently.

 

“Yes, yes, deeper, harder, Gray-sama’s cock is splitting Juvia apart!”

 

Loke’s hands kneaded Lucy’s breasts harder, tugging her top down just enough to fully expose them. He leaned in, teeth grazing her neck. “Bet you wish that you were bent over right now. Or maybe you want me to fill you up while you watch?”

 

Lucy moaned softly, pushing back against him as her fingers sped up inside her pussy, the wet sounds barely audible over Juvia’s cries. “Tempting offer, Lion. But I’m enjoying the view too much to move just yet.” She glanced sideways at him, eyes hooded with lust. “Keep playing with my tits like that, though, and I might let you do whatever you want.”

 

Loke grinned, pinching her nipples sharply enough to make her yelp. “Whatever I want, huh? Dangerous words, Princess.”

 

Gray’s pace turned brutal, hips slapping against Juvia’s ass loud enough to echo. The bulge in her belly rippled with every thrust, her water magic spraying in messy arcs as she came again, screaming Gray’s name until her voice cracked. Lucy’s fingers plunged deeper, her free hand gripping the bar as Loke’s rough handling sent sparks straight to her clit, the combined assault of sight and touch pushing her closer to the edge with every passing second.

 

Gray’s thrusts into Juvia grew more erratic, savage even, each one slamming her hips forward against the bar with a wet, resounding smack that made the whole counter vibrate. Juvia’s screams had devolved into raw, animalistic wails, her body a trembling mess of overstimulation. “Gray-sama, Juvia is cumming again! Your cock… it’s too much! Fill Juvia, please!” The bulge in her abdomen surged visibly with every plunge, her pussy clenching around him like a velvet fist, milking him as her water magic erupted in a fresh gush, soaking his thighs and the floor in shimmering sprays. Gray’s fingers dug bruises into her hips, his abs clenching as he chased his own release, grunting low and feral. “Fuck, take it all, Juvia!”

 

Lucy couldn’t look away, her fingers plunging deeper into her dripping pussy, three now, stretching herself as she watched the obscene display. Her thumb ground hard against her clit, the slick sounds of her masturbation mixing with the symphony of flesh and cries. Loke’s hands were merciless on her breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly before zeroing in on her nipples, pinching, twisting, tugging them into aching peaks that sent jolts of fire straight to her core. “That’s it, Princess,” he murmured hotly against her ear, one hand sliding down to join hers briefly, a finger teasing her entrance alongside her own. “Come on, let go. I can feel how close you are.”

 

Behind the counter, Mirajane watched the unfolding chaos with her trademark serene smile, wiping down a glass as if this were just another busy morning rush. “Loke, dear?” she called sweetly, voice lilting over Juvia’s latest scream, “Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?”

 

Loke chuckled, giving Lucy’s nipple a particularly sharp tweak that made her gasp. “Tempting as always, Mira, but I’ll pass for now. Got my hands full.” He winked at her, resuming his assault on Lucy’s sensitive buds, rolling them between his fingers until she was arching back against him, panting.

 

The pressure built unbearably in Lucy’s core, coiling tight as Gray roared his climax, burying himself balls-deep in Juvia one final time, the bulge in her stomach swelling grotesquely as he pumped rope after thick rope of cum into her. “Shit, yes!” Juvia shattered with him, her wail peaking into a broken sob of ecstasy, her body convulsing as she squirted hard around his pulsing cock.

 

That was all it took. Lucy’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her fingers curling deep inside as her walls clamped down, a gush of her own release squirting out in forceful arcs. It splashed across the bar top, soaking Gray’s thrusting hips and Juvia’s quivering ass, mingling with the mess already there in a hot, sticky cascade. “Oh, fuck, yes!” Lucy cried out, thighs shaking as she rode the waves, Loke’s hands steadying her through the tremors, his mouth hot on her neck.

 

Gray pulled out with a wet pop, a thick flood of his cum immediately leaking from Juvia’s stretched, fluttering pussy, white rivulets dripping down her thighs in lazy streams. He stepped back, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening. Juvia slumped forward onto the bar top, giggling deliriously, her cheek smooshed against the wood as she wiggled her hips, letting more of his seed ooze out onto the counter. “Mmm… Gray-sama’s cum… so warm inside Juvia,” she murmured happily, utterly blissed out, one hand lazily trailing down to scoop some up and lick it from her fingers.

 

Gray adjusted his pants with a satisfied smirk, running a hand through his damp hair before leaning casually against the bar. “One whiskey, neat, Mira.” he ordered, voice still rough from exertion.

 

Mirajane nodded with a cheerful “Coming right up!” and set to pouring.

 

He turned then, dark eyes landing on Lucy, still perched on her stool, miniskirt hiked up, fingers idly circling her oversensitive clit in lazy aftershocks, a faint flush painting her cheeks. “Hey, Lucy. How’s Flare holding up? Heard she’s been under the weather the last few days.”

 

Lucy blinked, pulling her hand free with a soft, wet sound and wiping it absently on her thigh, her post-orgasm haze making her smile lazy and genuine. “She’s… managing. A bit queasy in the mornings, but nothing she can’t handle. We’re just waiting on Porlyusica to give us the official word.” She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with a mix of fondness and mischief. “Why? Offering to ice her a compress or something?”

 

Gray let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I… ”

 

The double doors of the guildhall exploded inward with a thunderous crash, splinters flying as Bisca and Jellal stumbled through, half-carrying, half-dragging a nearly naked Arana Webb between them. The Mermaid Heel mage’s signature green curly dreads were a sweaty, disheveled mess, her clothes reduced to tattered scraps, her top completely gone, breasts bouncing freely with every frantic movement, and her shorts shredded to ribbons that barely clung to her hips. Her skin glistened with sweat and faint traces of pink pollen, her eyes wild and unfocused, pupils blown wide with delirious need.

 

Jellal’s gaze swept the hall in frantic search, relief flooding his face the moment he spotted Lucy. “Lucy! Thank the stars, Taurus, now! Summon Taurus right now!”

 

Lucy yanked her hand free from between her legs and shoved away from Loke without a second thought, her stool clattering backward as she bolted across the hall. The moment she was within three meters of the trio, the thick, cloyingly sweet scent of pink Manko Flowers slammed into her like a wall, heady, intoxicating, instantly reigniting the heat in her core and making her freshly spent pussy clench.

 

Arana suddenly thrashed against Bisca and Jellal’s grip, her voice cracking into a raw, desperate scream.

 

“I need a big dick right now or I’m going to die!” she roared, hips bucking helplessly against nothing, her exposed pussy visibly dripping as she clawed at the remnants of her clothing. “Something huge, something that’ll twist me up inside, rearrange my fucking organs, I need it now!! GIMME A DICK! GIMME A DICK! DICK! DIIIIICK!!!”

 

The scream echoed off the rafters, raw and frantic, cutting through every other sound in the hall. Several heads turned, some mid-thrust, some mid-moan, but most simply registered it as another casualty of the flowers and went back to their own pleasures.

 

Lucy skidded to a halt just short of them, eyes wide. “What in the world happened?!”

 

“No time!” Jellal snapped, straining to keep Arana upright as the woman writhed and tried to grind against his thigh. “She got hit by a massive cloud of pink ones, point-blank. She’s been like this for twenty minutes straight. Taurus is the biggest you’ve got, right? Summon him!”

 

Bisca’s face was flushed crimson, her own breathing a little too quick, she’d clearly caught some of the pollen herself, though she was still holding it together. “Please, Lucy,” she added breathlessly, “She’s burning up. She’s not gonna calm down until someone gives her what she needs.”

 

Arana dropped to her knees suddenly, tearing the last scraps of her shorts away as she screamed again, voice breaking with pure, agonized lust. “DICK! PLEASE, ANYONE, FUCK ME OPEN, I NEED IT SO BAD!”

 

Lucy’s key ring was already in her hand, fingers trembling slightly from the lingering haze of her own orgasm and the overwhelming floral scent flooding her senses. She took a steadying breath, golden light flaring around her as she raised the key.

 

“Open, Gate of the Golden Bull, Taurus!!”

 

A massive column of golden light erupted in the center of the hall, and the enormous Celestial Spirit materialized with his trademark booming laugh and gleaming labrys axe, only for his eyes to immediately lock onto Arana’s writhing, desperate form.

 

Taurus’s grin widened to manic proportions, his already absurdly muscular body flexing as the pink pollen’s scent hit him too. “Mooooooo!!! Now that’s a lady in need! Taurus is here to serve!” He slung his axe over one shoulder, already reaching for the waist of his shorts with the other, the massive bulge there visibly twitching in anticipation.

 

Lucy steadied herself, the pink pollen already making her head swim and her pussy throb anew, but she forced her voice to stay sharp. “Taurus! Strip and fuck her until she can’t walk straight. She needs it bad!”

 

Taurus’s eyes gleamed with unrestrained delight, his massive frame practically vibrating with eagerness. “Moooooo!!! Your wish is my command, Lucy-sama! This bull’s gonna give the lady exactly what she’s begging for!”

 

With a dramatic flourish, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trademark black speedo and ripped it away in one motion. The fabric tore like paper, and his cock sprang free, heavy, veined, and utterly monstrous. It was thicker than Lucy’s thigh and nearly as long as her entire torso, the swollen head already glistening with precum, balls hanging low and heavy beneath like overripe fruit. The sight hit Lucy like a physical blow; fresh heat flooded her core, her inner walls clenching hard enough to make her knees buckle slightly. A low, involuntary moan slipped from her throat as she stared, transfixed.

 

Arana’s delirious gaze locked onto the colossal shaft immediately. She scrambled forward on her knees, hands reaching out like a woman dying of thirst finally spotting water. “Yes, yes, finally, ” she whimpered, voice cracking with raw relief. Both hands wrapped around the base (fingers nowhere near meeting) and she pressed her lips to it in frantic, worshipful kisses. Blue lipstick smeared across the flushed skin in messy streaks, marking the length from root to crown and down over his heavy balls. Each kiss was accompanied by a shuddering moan, as if the mere contact was already soothing the unbearable ache inside her. “So big! So perfect! Thank you, THAAAANK YOOOUUU…!”

 

Taurus laughed, a deep, rumbling sound, and reached down, scooping Arana up effortlessly with his huge hands. He lifted her like she weighed nothing at all, spinning her around in mid-air and locking her into a standing full nelson: his powerful arms threaded under her knees, forcing her thighs up and back until her ankles were hooked behind her own head, her dripping pussy completely exposed and vulnerable. Her smaller body folded helplessly in his grip, back arched, breasts thrust forward, face inches from her own spread folds.

 

“Ready, little lady?” Taurus rumbled, voice thick with lust.

 

Arana could only nod frantically, tears of desperate need streaking her cheeks. “HURRY, PUT IT INSIDE, HURRY, HUUURRRY, I NHEED IT NOW NOW NHAOW…!”

 

With a single, merciless thrust, Taurus drove upward. The massive head of his cock forced her open in one brutal push, stretching her impossibly wide as inch after thick inch sank into her. Arana’s mouth fell open in a silent scream for the first heartbeat, then a long, broken cry tore from her throat, not of pain but of pure, overwhelming relief.

 

“AHHHHHHHH, YES! FINALLY!”

 

Her body went limp in his hold, shuddering violently as the monstrous intrusion filled her completely, the outline of Taurus’s cock visible as a thick, obscene bulge pushing up through her abdomen, distorting her belly with every inch he fed her. Her eyes rolled back, blue lipstick smeared across her lips and his shaft alike, and she sobbed in gratitude as the unbearable fire of the pink pollen finally began to ease, replaced by the exquisite sensation of being utterly, completely claimed.

 

Taurus wasted no time. His massive hands tightened under Arana’s thighs, locking her in that folded, helpless full-nelson, and he began pumping her body up and down his colossal shaft with raw, mechanical power. Each upward lift pulled her almost completely off him, only the fat, flared head remaining inside, before he slammed her back down, burying every inch to the hilt in one brutal drop. The wet, obscene sound of her stretched pussy taking him echoed through the hall like a drumbeat.

 

Arana’s head snapped back, eyes rolling white as the first full thrust punched the air from her lungs. Then the dam broke.

 

“YESSSS! DHIIIICK! FINALLY A REAL DHICK IS INSIIIIDE!” she howled, voice cracking into a scream of pure, animalistic ecstasy. “DON’T STOP, PUMP IT INTO ME MORE, FUCKING REARRANGE MY ORGAAAANDS!!!”

 

Every downward slam forced a visible bulge to surge up her abdomen, the thick outline of Taurus’s cock pressing outward beneath her skin, distorting her belly almost to her sternum before vanishing again as he lifted her. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard as diamonds, and her toes curled helplessly over her own shoulders.

 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUUUUUUCK!” she shrieked on every impact, saliva flying from her lips, blue lipstick smeared across her chin and Taurus’s shaft alike. Her pussy clenched visibly around the invading girth, juices squirting in messy arcs with each thrust, splattering the floor between Taurus’s feet.

 

The pink pollen’s scent rolled off them in waves, thick and cloying, and Lucy felt it hit her like a second orgasm.

 

Her knees buckled. A desperate whine tore from her throat as she clawed at her own clothes, top ripping open down the front, miniskirt hiked up and tore aside until she was completely exposed. She dropped hard to the floor right there in the middle of the hall, legs spreading wide as her hands flew between her thighs.

 

“Fuck, Taurus, don’t stop!” Lucy gasped, fingers plunging frantically into her soaked pussy, three, then four, stretching herself as she stared up at the spectacle. “Keep going! Make her feel it deep inside, gods, pound her until she breaks!”

 

Her other hand rubbed furious circles over her clit, hips bucking off the floor as she fucked herself to the rhythm of Taurus’s thrusts. Every time Arana’s belly bulged outward, Lucy’s own walls clenched hard around her fingers, a fresh gush of arousal coating her hand and dripping onto the wood beneath her.

 

Taurus laughed, a deep, booming sound, and sped up, using Arana like a fleshlight, slamming her down harder, faster. “Moooooo! This bull’s got plenty more where that came from! Take it all, little lady! Every inch!”

 

Arana could only scream wordlessly now, her voice breaking into hoarse, rhythmic sobs of “FUCK, FUCK, YES, DHICK, MORE!!” as her body went rigid in his grip, another violent orgasm ripping through her, pussy spasming so hard around Taurus’s cock that even his massive frame shuddered.

 

Lucy’s eyes fluttered half-closed, lost in the haze of pollen and lust, fingers pumping relentlessly as she chased her own release again, completely uncaring of the eyes on her, of the guildhall’s ongoing chaos. All that mattered was the monstrous cock destroying Arana right in front of her and the unbearable heat coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

 

While all eyes in the hall were glued to Taurus mercilessly pile-driving Arana into oblivion (her folded body bouncing like a toy, belly bulging grotesquely with every thrust, screams of “DHICK! MORE! REARRANGE MEEEE!” ringing out), Bisca had quietly stripped herself bare.

 

Her clothes lay in a forgotten heap on the floor, revealing her toned, sun-kissed body, full breasts heaving with every breath, nipples already stiff from the pollen still clinging to her skin. Without a word, she shoved Jellal back against the nearest wall, pinning him there with surprising strength.

 

“My husband ain’t here,” she growled, voice low and husky, eyes glazed with the same pink-tinted hunger that had driven Arana mad. “So you’ll have to do.”

 

Before Jellal could protest, Bisca drew one of her signature guns from the holster still strapped to her bare thigh, aimed it point-blank at his chest, and fired. A shimmering purple magic bullet struck him dead-center. The moment it made contact, all his clothes, his shirt, cloak, pants… everything dissolved in a puff of violet smoke, leaving him completely exposed.

 

Jellal’s cock sprang free, already rock-hard and massive, thick and long enough to rival Gray’s, veins pulsing angrily along its length as the pollen in the air took immediate effect. His breath hitched, hands instinctively moving to cover himself, but Bisca was faster.

 

She glanced sideways at Arana, still howling in ecstasy as Taurus slammed her down again and again, and smirked. “Fuck, that girl’s a flipping size-queen if even Jellal’s man-meat wasn’t enough for her.”

 

Then, without another word, Bisca leapt up, wrapping her strong legs around Jellal’s waist and locking her ankles behind his back. She reached down between them, gripped his throbbing shaft, lined it up, and sank down hard, impaling herself in one slick, brutal drop.

 

A deep, throaty moan tore from her lips as he filled her completely, stretching her wide. “Mhmmmmmh, yeah,” she groaned, rolling her hips immediately, grinding down before lifting and slamming back again. “Sometimes a gal just wants to ride a dick!”

 

Jellal’s hands flew to her ass on instinct, gripping tight as she began bouncing furiously, using the wall for leverage. Each upward lift dragged her slick walls along his length; each downward thrust buried him to the hilt, her breasts bouncing wildly against his chest. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs joined the chaotic rhythm of the hall, Taurus’s grunts, Arana’s endless screaming, Lucy’s desperate fingering on the floor nearby.

 

“Fuck, Bisca… Ahh!” Jellal gasped, head thunking back against the wall as she rode him without mercy, her inner muscles clenching tight around him with every stroke.

 

“Less talking, more fucking,” Bisca panted, nails digging into his shoulders as she picked up speed, chasing the relief the pollen demanded. “Come on, Crime Sorcière boy! Give me everything you’ve got!”

 

Jellal’s restraint snapped like a frayed rope. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as his hands clamped tighter on Bisca’s ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle. He started thrusting upward, hard and deliberate, slamming his thick cock deep into her with every stroke. Each thrust stretched her wide, the slick heat of her walls gripping him like a vice, the head of his dick dragging along every sensitive inch inside her before pulling back and spearing in again.

 

Bisca threw her head back, green hair whipping across her shoulders as she howled in raw pleasure. “YES! FUCK YES, JELLAL! HARDER!” she roared, bucking her hips down to meet every upward slam, grinding her clit against his pelvis on the deepest strokes. “I’M A BIG GIRL, I CAN TAKE IT ROUGH! POUND ME! FUCKING DESTROY THIS PUSSY!”

 

The wall creaked under the force of their rhythm, her breasts bouncing wildly against his chest, nipples scraping across his skin. Every time he bottomed out, her belly bulged slightly from his sheer size, a visible ripple beneath her toned abs as he filled her completely. Juices dripped down his shaft and balls, coating them both in glistening slickness.

 

Across the hall, Taurus continued to use Arana like a ragdoll, pumping her folded body up and down his monstrous cock with relentless power. The obscene bulge in her abdomen surged upward to her sternum on every downward slam, her pussy stretched impossibly wide around him, squirting with every thrust. “DHIIIICK! YES! REARRANGE ME, FUCK MY ORGANS INTO MUSH!” Arana screamed, voice hoarse and breaking, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. “DON’T STOP! KEEP GOING!! GIVE ME EVERY INCH!!!”

 

Lucy, sprawled on the floor amid the chaos, had four fingers buried deep inside herself, thrusting frantically, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Her pussy clenched greedily around her hand, aching for something thicker, longer, something that would scoop her insides out and leave her wrecked. “Natsu… fuck, why’d you have to be gone now?” she whimpered, voice thick with frustration and need.

 

Then Gray stepped over her, his massive cock, still slick from Juvia, hanging heavy and half-hard directly above her face, balls dangling like ripe fruit. The musky scent of sex rolled off him, and Lucy didn’t hesitate. No words, no thought. She surged upward on her knees, mouth latching onto his balls immediately, tongue swirling hot and wet as she sucked one into her mouth, then the other, moaning greedily around them.

 

She pulled back just long enough to drag her lips up the underside of his shaft, leaving bright red lipstick prints in messy streaks along the veined length. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, she worshipped him, trailing up to the swollen head, sucking it briefly before moving to his body. Her mouth roamed hungrily over his abs, his hips, his thighs, marking every inch of exposed skin with vivid red kisses, lipstick smearing across his muscles like war paint.

 

Gray groaned above her, cock twitching and hardening fully under her attention, growing even larger as blood rushed south. “Fuck, Lucy…”

 

Bisca’s voice cut through the haze again, raw and demanding. “THAT’S IT, RIGHT THERE! FUCK ME DEEPER, JELLAL! MAKE ME FEEL IT IN MY THROAT!” She slammed down harder, inner walls fluttering around him as another orgasm built, her juices squirting in messy bursts with every thrust.

 

Arana’s broken cries joined the chorus, overlapping in a symphony of depravity. “MORE, MORE, DHICK, STRETCH ME WIDER, RUIN ME FOREVER!”

 

Lucy’s free hand wrapped around the base of Gray’s now fully erect cock, stroking what she couldn’t yet fit in her mouth as she continued painting his skin with red kisses, her other hand still plunging desperately between her own thighs, chasing the edge that only something massive inside her could truly give.

 

Lucy’s tongue swirled hungrily around the base of Gray’s massive cock, her red lipstick already smeared in chaotic streaks across his length and balls from her earlier kisses. She opened wide, taking him into her mouth inch by throbbing inch, the thick shaft stretching her lips taut as she bobbed forward. A muffled gag escaped her immediately as the swollen head hit the back of her throat, but she pushed deeper, choking loudly on him, wet, guttural sounds bubbling up as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes watered, mascara running in black trails down her cheeks, but the pollen-fueled haze only made her more desperate. She forced herself further, gagging harder, until the tip pressed so deep it created a faint bulge in her throat and down toward her stomach, distorting her neck visibly with every swallow.

 

Gray’s hand shot to her blonde hair, fingers tangling roughly in the strands and gripping tight, hard enough to make her scalp sting with delicious pain. “Fuck, Lucy, take it all,” he growled, voice low and ragged, his hips snapping forward to fuck her mouth in earnest. He held her head steady, using her like a warm, wet sleeve, thrusting deep into her throat with each pump. The bulge in her neck swelled and receded rhythmically, her gags turning into sloppy, choking slurps as drool cascaded down her chin and onto her exposed breasts. Her hands gripped his thighs for leverage, nails digging in as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard even as tears streamed down her face. Every thrust sent his balls slapping against her chin, the musky taste of him overwhelming her senses, her own pussy clenching emptily in response, dripping fresh arousal onto the floor beneath her knees.

 

Across the hall, Taurus hadn’t let up for a second, his enormous hands locked Arana’s thighs in that brutal full nelson, her body folded like a pretzel with legs pinned over her head. He pumped her up and down his monstrous cock with tireless strength, each downward slam burying the full length inside her, the obscene bulge in her abdomen surging up to press against the underside of her breasts. Her pussy stretched impossibly around him, juices squirting in forceful arcs with every impact, soaking his thighs and the floor in a growing puddle. “DHIIIICK! YES, FUCK ME APART, REARRANGE EVERYTHING INSIDE!” Arana howled, voice raw and shattered, her eyes crossed in overwhelming bliss as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. “DON’T YOU DARE STOP, POUND ME HARDER, MAKE ME YOUR FUCKTOY FOREVER! FUUUUUCK!”

 

Taurus grunted with each thrust, his muscles rippling under the strain, sweat glistening on his bovine form. “Moooooo! This tight little hole’s gripping me so good, gonna fill you up until you burst!” He sped up, the wet slaps echoing like thunder, Arana’s blue-lipstick-smeared mouth hanging open in endless screams of ecstasy, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his girth as another climax hit, her body convulsing helplessly in his iron grip.

 

Against the wall, Bisca rode Jellal with ferocious abandon, her legs clamped around his waist like a vice, heels digging into his back as she bounced up and down his thick shaft. Jellal thrust upward with matching intensity, stretching her wide with every deep plunge, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on the hardest strokes and creating a subtle bulge low in her belly. Her breasts slapped against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin, and she ground her clit against him desperately, chasing the friction. “YES, THAT’S IT, JELLAL! HARDER, FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” she roared, bucking her hips wildly, nails raking down his shoulders hard enough to draw faint red lines. “I CAN TAKE IT ALL, POUND THIS PUSSY UNTIL IT’S RUINED! MHMMMMMH, RIGHT THERE, GIVE ME MORE!”

 

Jellal groaned deeply, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast roughly, thumb flicking her nipple as he slammed into her faster, the wall shaking with their rhythm. Her juices coated his cock completely, dripping down his balls in sticky rivulets, the slick sounds of their fucking mingling with her howls. “Fuck, Bisca, you’re so tight…!” he panted, but she cut him off with another scream as she came hard around him, walls clamping down like a fist, squirting messily between them.

 

Lucy’s throat burned from Gray’s relentless face-fucking, each gag and choke sending vibrations up his length that made him thrust harder. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back just enough to admire the bulge in her throat before shoving deep again, holding her there until she choked louder, bubbles of spit foaming at her lips. Her body trembled with need, the sights and sounds of the other couples only fueling her arousal, making her wish for Natsu’s even bigger cock while she worshipped Gray’s with sloppy, devoted sucks.

 

Lucy’s body trembled violently as Gray’s relentless throat-fucking pushed her over the edge. Each brutal thrust into her mouth sent shockwaves straight to her core, her neglected pussy clenching around nothing until the pressure snapped. She came hard, a muffled scream vibrating around his cock as her juices squirted messily onto the floor beneath her knees, thighs shaking uncontrollably. But it wasn’t enough, not even close. The pink pollen had flipped her slut switch completely; every inhibition shattered, leaving only raw, insatiable hunger.

 

With a wet, gasping pop, she yanked her head back, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. “Fuck, need more,” she panted, eyes wild and glazed. Before Gray could react, she shoved him back against the nearest table, mirroring Bisca’s move with Jellal. She hiked her ruined miniskirt higher, grabbed his throbbing cock, and mounted him in one fluid motion, sinking down hard, impaling herself on his massive length until her ass met his thighs.

 

Gray groaned deeply, hands flying to her hips as her slick walls enveloped him completely, stretching her wide. “Shit, Lucy, this is almost like that first time on the road,” he rasped, voice thick with lust, referencing their flower-fueled threesome with Natsu all those months ago.

 

Lucy clamped a hand over his mouth, rolling her hips down hard and grinding her clit against his pelvis. “Shut up and rail my cunt before Juvia wakes up!” she hissed, voice a desperate command. Her breasts bounced freely, nipples grazing his chest as she started bouncing, but Gray wasn’t one to be passive.

 

He bucked upward savagely, meeting her descent with powerful thrusts that punched the air from her lungs. Each stroke drove his thick cock deep, the head battering her cervix and creating a visible bulge in her lower abdomen that swelled and receded like a heartbeat. “Like this?” he growled through her fingers, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise and slamming into her with brutal force. Wet slaps filled the air as her juices coated his shaft, dripping down his balls and pooling on the table beneath them. Lucy’s moans turned to sharp cries, her inner walls fluttering around him, milking every veined inch as he rearranged her from the inside out.

 

“YESSSSS, JUST LIKE THAT! AH FUUUUCK, CUMMING! DON’T STOP GRAY, POUND MY PUSSY EVEN HARDER, FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKED JUVIAAAAA!!!” Lucy wailed in ecstasy.

 

Across the hall, Taurus was reaching his limit with Arana. He pumped her folded body up and down his monstrous cock even faster, the full Nelson hold kept her legs pinned over her head, her pussy a stretched, dripping mess around his girth. The bulge in her abdomen surged grotesquely with every slam, pressing up beneath her breasts and making her howl louder. Arana’s orgasms hit like a chain reaction, each one stronger than the last, her body convulsing violently, squirting in forceful arcs that soaked Taurus’s thighs and the floor. “YES, DHIIIICK, IT’S CUMMING AGAIN, HARDER THAN BEFORE, FUCK ME APART!” she screamed, voice shattering as the latest climax ripped through her, walls clamping down so tight it nearly halted his rhythm.

 

Taurus groaned low and rumbling, his massive frame shuddering. “Moooooo! This tight hole’s got me ready to blow, gonna cum soon!”

 

Arana’s eyes widened in frantic bliss, bucking as much as she could in his iron grip. “CUM INSIDE, PAINT MY INSIDES WHITE WITH YOUR STEAK SAUCE! FILL ME UP, BREED ME, DO IT NOW!”

 

Against the wall, Bisca and Jellal were in a frenzy of motion. Jellal thrust upward with feral intensity, his thick cock stretching Bisca’s pussy wide, the bulge in her belly rippling low with every deep plunge. She bounced harder, legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back as she ground down, chasing the friction on her clit. “YES, RIGHT THERE, POUND ME DEEPER! I CAN TAKE IT ALL, FUCK THIS COWGIRL CUNT UNTIL IT’S RAW!” she roared, nails raking bloody trails down his shoulders, her breasts slapping against his chest. Jellal squeezed her ass roughly, slamming into her with wet, punishing slaps, her juices squirting messily between them as she came again, walls spasming around him like a fist.

 

The guildhall echoed with the symphony of depravity: Lucy’s sharp cries as Gray railed her relentlessly, his cock spearing deep and distorting her abdomen with each brutal thrust, her juices flooding out in rhythmic gushes; Arana’s shattered screams as Taurus finally erupted, roaring “MOOOOOO!” and pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into her, painting her insides white, the excess bubbling out around his shaft as her strongest orgasm yet made her squirt like a fountain, body going limp in his hold.

 

Bisca’s howls peaking as Jellal buried deep and filled her with his release, her pussy milking him dry while she bucked wildly, “FILL ME, GIVE ME EVERY DROP, YESSSSS!”

 

All three couples fucked through their climaxes without mercy, Gray flipping Lucy onto her back on the table and pounding her missionary-style, legs over his shoulders as he claimed her deeper; Taurus dropping Arana to the floor and rutting into her prone form, cum leaking from her ruined hole; Jellal spinning Bisca against the wall and taking her from behind, hips slapping her ass red. Moans, screams, and wet slaps blended into one chaotic rhythm, the pink pollen ensuring no one stopped until utter exhaustion claimed them.

 

Hours later, the guildhall finally fell quiet, the air thick with the lingering scent of sex, sweat, and faded pink pollen. Bodies slumped across tables, benches, and the floor, some dozing in post-orgasmic bliss, others catching their breath amid scattered clothes and puddles of various fluids. Taurus let out one final satisfied “Moooo!” before vanishing in a shimmer of golden light, his massive form returning to the Celestial Spirit World. Loke, leaning against the bar with a lazy grin, blew Lucy a kiss before dissolving into silver sparks and following suit.

 

Arana was the first to stir, groaning softly as she pushed herself up from the floor. Her legs wobbled like a newborn foal’s; every step sent a visible shiver through her thighs, and a thick trail of Taurus’s cum leaked down her inner legs, mixing with her own juices. She hobbled to the bar, gripping the edge for support, and collapsed onto a stool with a weak laugh. “Mira… something hydrating, please,” she rasped, voice hoarse from hours of screaming. “Anything cold. Lots of it.”

 

Mirajane, somehow still impeccably composed behind the counter (though her blouse was definitely more unbuttoned than usual), smiled warmly and slid over a tall glass of iced cucumber water without missing a beat. “Here you go, dear. Drink slowly.”

 

Lucy eased herself onto the stool next to Arana, not bothering to cover up. Sweat glistened on her flushed breasts, and Gray’s cum still oozed slowly from her gaping pussy, dripping onto the seat beneath her in lazy rivulets. She exhaled heavily, brushing damp strands of blonde hair from her face, then glanced around at the others, Gray pulling his pants back on nearby, Juvia still dozing happily on the bar top, Bisca and Jellal leaning against the wall catching their breath.

 

“Okay,” Lucy said, voice rough but steady, “Does someone want to start explaining what the hell just happened? I mean, I pieced together the flowers part, but… I still need details.”

 

Jellal cleared his throat, pushing off the wall and running a hand through his disheveled hair. Bisca meanwhile stayed leaning beside him, arms crossed under her bare chest, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

 

“We were all just heading into Magnolia separately,” Jellal started, “Ran into each other on the road. Bisca was coming back from a job, Arana was visiting from Mermaid Heel I’m guessing, and I was… passing through.”

 

Bisca picked up seamlessly, accepting a glass of water from Mirajane with a grateful nod. “Then, right outside town, this wagon comes barreling past, loaded to the brim with pink Manko flowers. Before any of us could react, a huge gust of wind kicked up. Poof. Pollen cloud straight to the face.”

 

Jellal nodded. “Bisca and I had been exposed to the flowers before, different colors, different times, so we knew what was coming and could keep a lid on it. Mostly.” He glanced at Bisca, who snorted in amusement. “But Arana… this was her first time.”

 

“First time getting hit that hard, anyway,” Arana mumbled into her glass, cheeks still flushed. “It felt like my insides were on fire. I thought I was actually gonna die if I didn’t get… y’know. Filled.”

 

Jellal continued, “I remembered hearing that without proper release, high doses of the pink ones can turn toxic, build-up of magical energy or something. And, well…” He gestured vaguely toward his own groin, then toward Arana. “I tried to help on the road, but it wasn’t enough. She needed something… bigger.”

 

Bisca barked a laugh. “Understatement of the year. Girl was screaming for a dick the size of a tree trunk. So we hauled ass straight here, hoping Lucy would still be around to summon Taurus.”

 

Lucy raised an eyebrow, sipping her own refilled drink. “And you really thought barging into the guildhall mid-orgy was the best plan?”

 

“Desperate times,” Jellal said with a helpless shrug. “We figured if anyone could handle it, and had the keys to fix it, it’d be Fairy Tail.”

 

Arana let out a weak chuckle, resting her forehead on the cool bar top. “Worked, didn’t it? I can barely walk, but… damn. Worth it.”

 

Lucy smirked, shifting slightly and feeling another slow trickle of Gray’s cum slide out of her. “Welcome to the club, I guess. The flowers have turned half the continent into this. You learn to get used to it.”

 

Mirajane leaned on the counter, smiling sweetly as ever. “Another round for everyone? On the house. Recovery’s important.”

 

Lucy leaned back against the bar, finally catching her breath enough to flash Gray a lazy, satisfied grin as he zipped up his pants nearby. The guildhall hummed with the low murmur of recovery, Arana nursing her drink, Bisca and Jellal sharing a quiet laugh against the wall, Mirajane humming softly as she restocked glasses. “You know,” Lucy teased, voice still husky from hours of moans and screams, “for someone who strips without thinking, you sure know how to keep your pants on when it counts.”

 

Gray snorted, running a hand through his messy black hair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Says the girl who just rode me like the world was ending. Again.” He paused, glancing toward the bar top where Juvia still dozed, her blue curls splayed like a halo, a dreamy smile on her face. “Should I be worried about Natsu hearing about this? Guy’s got a temper when it comes to his fiancés.”

 

Lucy waved him off with a casual flick of her hand, rolling her eyes even as another lazy trickle of his cum slid down her thigh. “Pfft, Natsu? He’d probably high-five you and ask for details. Nah, I’m more worried about Juvia getting the wrong id…”

 

The word died in her throat as Juvia materialized in front of her like a watery apparition, eyes wide and glowing with that familiar, obsessive gleam. One second she’d been dozing; the next, she was there, close enough that Lucy could feel the cool mist of her magic prickling her skin. Juvia’s nose twitched, inhaling deeply, and her expression twisted from sleepy bliss to jealous fury in a heartbeat.

 

“My darling Gray’s scent… all over you,” Juvia murmured, voice a dangerous purr, her gaze dropping to Lucy’s exposed, cum-smeared thighs. “Everywhere. Inside you.”

 

Before Lucy could stammer a response, Juvia’s right hand shimmered and morphed, fingers elongating and twisting into a thick, sinuous tentacle of pure water, translucent and rippling with inner currents. It was slick, cool, and impossibly flexible, the tip flaring like a blunt probe. With a swift, possessive thrust, Juvia drove it straight into Lucy’s still-gaping pussy, the watery appendage sliding deep without resistance, coiling and expanding to fill every inch of her.

 

Lucy’s eyes flew wide, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the tentacle pushed past her folds, stretching her anew. “J-Juvia, wait, ahh!” It delved deeper, the cool liquid pressure massaging her inner walls, swirling in rhythmic pulses that sent shocks of pleasure racing up her spine. Deeper still, it breached her cervix in a gentle, insistent curl, flooding her womb with a torrent of enchanted water, warm now, infused with Juvia’s magic, washing away every trace of Gray’s seed in a thorough, intimate cleanse.

 

“Gray darling’s baby seeds all belong to Juvia!” she declared, voice low and fervent, leaning in so close their noses nearly brushed. Her free hand cupped Lucy’s cheek almost tenderly, even as the tentacle inside her thickened, undulating in firm, probing strokes that ground against her G-spot with unerring precision. “No one else gets to keep them. Juvia will make it right… She’ll clean out every, single, one!”

 

The sensation was overwhelming, cool waves turning to heated friction, the tentacle coiling like a living thing, scooping and flushing with gentle suction before thrusting deeper, massaging her from the inside out. Lucy’s hips bucked involuntarily, her hands gripping the bar edge as her body betrayed her, arousal spiking hot and fast despite the surprise. “Oh gods, Juvia, it’s… too much, I’m…” Her words dissolved into a keening moan, thighs clamping around the watery intrusion as her walls clenched hard, the pressure building to a shattering peak. She came with a full-body shudder, squirting around the tentacle in messy arcs, her pussy fluttering wildly as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her slumped and panting against the bar.

 

Juvia withdrew slowly, the tentacle dissolving back into her hand with a soft ripple, leaving Lucy’s entrance glistening clean and achingly empty. She pressed a soft kiss to Lucy’s forehead, eyes softening with possessive affection. “There. All better. Juvia takes care of her loves.”

 

Gray, frozen mid-step, could only stare, mouth slightly agape. Lucy, still trembling through the aftershocks, managed a weak, breathless laugh. “See? I told you… Juvia’s the real one to worry about.”

 

The guildhall chuckled softly around them, the morning’s chaos rolling on without missing a beat.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)