I am Mystogan, or King Jellal in Edolas. Though my rule is new, I have promised to bring peace and stability to the land without magic. While I fondly remember my Fairy Tail comrades, I know my duty. I am an exile no longer, and now I am the King that will unite the land. That is the least I can offer.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
A Long Overdue Return
Pursing her lips in frustration at his truthful words, Erza couldn’t help but glare at the blue-haired man she had missed so much. Sure, she was usually one who pointed out the necessity of paying attention to their country, but right now it was far too late at night for her to care. Even Edolas could wait for now, right now all she wanted was to be close to the man who had been too far away for far too long in her eyes. And gods help the person dumb enough to make her have to wait.
Her lips parted as his fingers brushed against them, almost biting at the appendages in frustration. Was he really going to make her do it? He knew how much she hated making the first move, even when they were alone, as they were now. Her pride got in the way, each and every time, and it was just too hard for her to swallow it and let him see just how much she loved him.
But now it was a challenge.
Challenges she could handle.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed, brown eyes narrowing before she pushed aside his hand with the one formerly tracing the tattoo on his face. In order to cut off any protests, Erza forced herself to move first, yanking on his shirt so that his face was closer to hers. Damn, she did not like how he was taller than her now, she noted before pressing her lips against his roughly, finally releasing the cloth in order to wrap her arms around his neck. So long as he didn’t pull away, she didn’t plan on releasing him for anything but air.
Because, unfortunately, breathing was necessary for the two of them to continue living. A nuisance, in her eyes really, as it kept her from being able to say what she couldn’t aloud without words. That she really did love him, and had missed him so damn much while he was away. As her body pressed up against his, Erza almost thought she could feel his heart beating in time with hers. But that was just silly, really. A sappy thought more like Jellal than her. As she broke away for a moment, mainly to catch her breath, the redhead knew her face resembled her hair in color. ”Not a word.”.
Convincing the ruler to submit to silence itself was a prospect that was easier said than done. Yet, when it came to that harrowing task, there was nobody more suited to it than Erza Knightwalker. She knew just what buttons to press to silence him, whether it was done through pain, or through pleasure. For today’s act of silence, the woman opted to act on the latter side. Mystogan, of course, appreciated that as much as he could, while his lips were dominated by the touch of the forceful woman’s own.
Now, the women who propositioned him on his days away from the palace promised actions like this. If he was a weaker man, he might have just believed the words they uttered. Thankfully, Mystogan was not a weak-willed man, and he was convinced that Erza had no equal in intimacy. When he had to leave her, he felt himself aching for her touch. Conversely, when he returned, he found himself completely consumed by her actions. As soon as Erza touched him, his body was set alight with passion for her, and his mind could scarcely think of things beyond her presence.
Of course, when Erza had to remove herself from his lips, a low whine exited from his own. Yes, he was the ruler of Edolas, and he had just whined. Such was the intoxicating effect that she had on him, and so it was that he came to desire only her. Shallow breaths followed this whine, while the male attempted to regain his bearings with such an action. Just as he did that, he found himself enraptured by another curious sight.
Erza’s cheeks had come to mimic his own, in both the shade, and intensity of the blush that splayed across it. He thought to speak of such a shared action, but Erza just as quickly silenced him with demanding words. A sly thought possessed his mind at that, and through those shallow pants, he found himself submitting quickly to that impulse. His wife had chosen to put some distance between the two of them, and the ruler did not find that agreeable.
So, with that sly thought in mind, he approached her. With a slow, and careful action, he brought his head to touch against his own. Instead of taking her lips once again, and submitting to passion, he chose to submit to simple compassion. Such an emotion might have been something that his wife abhorred, but he did not care. That was what he felt for her, above all things.
Following this, he attempted to nuzzle his forehead against her own, while grasping at her hair with his hands. These were actions, and not words. So long as he did not speak of the things that were on his mind, he supposed that Erza could handle this. Then again, she had proven herself apt to handle just about anything he threw at her.
That was simply another reason why she was Erza Knightwalker, his wife, and a woman without peer.
Well then, she likes this~ ”I love you,” the woman stated, reaching up to pull his head down so she could kiss him.
The male was not left with enough time to reciprocate the notion, but that did not impede his own reply. When her lips seized his, he reacted with need, and with depth to his actions. He might not have gotten the time to speak of his love for her, but with his kiss, he’d leave no illusion as to his own reply. He loved her, and he always would.
“Babe, if you let me stain the streets with her blood, I swear, you will enjoy yourself tonight~”
“I don’t feel like I could stop you from doing so even if I tried, so do as you wish~. I cannot abide the presence of an impostor in my kingdom.”
“You wish, my dear. You wish.”
“It might not be a wish if I permit you to ‘remove’ the imposter of a fairy, yes~?”
brb, murdering my husband.
“Is murder your new code word for ‘rough sex’, Erza?”
friendly reminder that the people and the guild wendy grew up with were all just illusions (◡‿◡✿)
[/Did I mention how much of a great guardian I am? Next time on Mystogan Guardian Chronicles; I reveal to my daughter that I’ve been an illusion all along!]
Ok, dragging her man off to bed. Why? Because she wants the Mystogan D. And she didn’t talk to his dad all day.
Can has?
[/You have been a reasonably good woman today, my wife. I suppose that you can has the D, and attention as well.]
