The stench of this place assaulted Natsu's dragonslayer nose, yet the most putrid smell of all came from himself. Not allowed a shower in days, his bodily odors filled the entire cell in a horrible aroma. Natsu had already lost count of the days he'd been here ever since Mard agreed to send his friends home. His best guess was anywhere between a week or two. However many days it was, each and every day was excruciating torture. Not traditional torture, however. What tortured him was the fact that that it was so boring here.

None of these demons ever visited him, which was something he was happy for. But for 24 painfully long hours a day, he was forced to do nothing but stare up at his ceiling, glance out into the hall on occasion, toss pebbles back and forth, whatever he could do to bring some sort of amusement to his solitary imprisonment. The only time he could look forward to was the guards bringing him food everyday. Of course, the food itself was nothing but stale bread and a tiny slab of uncooked, unseasoned meat, but it was better than nothing.

He did wonder, however, how his friends were doing back home. No doubt that they were tirelessly and endlessly searching for him, and in a way, he felt guilty. He hadn't for a moment considered the pain and stress he'd be putting his friends through before making his controversial choice. His mind, once again, drifted to Erza Scarlet. It was whenever he thought of her that made his heart twinge the most. It hurt him that they could never be together, but he always convinced himself that even if none of this had happened, there was little chance that she'd even have feelings for him. In her eyes, he was like a brother. Natsu and Gray, both knuckleheaded brothers always fighting, and Erza, the big sister, always sorting them out and keeping them in their place. How could she even think of Natsu as a romantic partner?

Natsu, soon, was snapped out of his train of thought with the sound of footfalls coming down the hall. Maybe it was the guard with food. He sat up, ready to receive his painfully small lunch. But instead he was greeted with a not-so-pleasant surprise. The demoness, Kyouka, had finally graced him with her presence again. Through slightly droopy eyes, he glared at her fiercely, showing as little weakness as he possibly could. The two shared a long stare-down that lasted almost ten seconds, until Kyouka finally pointed out, "You look pitiful. Smell even worse."

Prompting Natsu to look down at himself, he realized that the female was indeed right. His normally flawless skin was covered and smeared with dirt and bruises from the rough stone. His pants, the only article of clothing he'd been allowed to keep, was nearly grey from how filthy it was. His pink hair, usually bright, was now hanging over his face, matted and filled with grime. He truly was pitiful. Still, he sneered back, "So? What do you want?"

"Silence," the woman snapped, reaching forward with a key in her hand. Sticking it into the keyhole on the door of the cell, she unlocked the door and pulled it open. Natsu stared at Kyouka, head cocked to the side, eyes swirling with perplexed gaze. What was she doing exactly? In her other hand were a pair of metal cuffs, another of those magic-restricting makes.

"Stand," she ordered. Natsu obeyed, realizing that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He had to remember that he'd given up his freedom by choosing to remain here. He stuck out his hands, allowing the demon to cuff his wrists. The cell itself restricted him from using magic, but now that he was apparently leaving this cell, his magic would have to remain cut off somehow.

"Come," Kyouka instructed, grabbing the cuffs and walking forward, yanking Natsu forward. He grunted in frustration as he was forced to stumble a few steps to regain his balance, and he growled, "Screw you."

To this, Kyouka answered, "The thought of that makes me want to vomit."

Natsu cocked his head to the side in genuine confusion. What was she even talking about? That little clever verbal jab went right over the dragonslayer's head, so he decided not to go looking for clarification right now. Instead he followed Kyouka in silence, wondering where she was even planning on taking him. They'd gone down several hallways, climbed few stairways, walked down even more hallways, until arriving at a corridor. At the end of the corridor was a door that they walked towards. Kyouka opened it and stepped inside, tugging Natsu along.

The interior of this room brought a small gasp to Natsu's lips. The room was quite a lavish one, completed with a luxurious canopy bed, a tall window with sunlight shining through it, velvet drapes beside it, among several other things like a large bookshelf filled with books of every kind, a comfortable couch, and another door. Kyouka took off the dragonslayer's cuffs, pointed to that door and said, "That is a bathroom. You will wash off all that filth on you at once."

While taking orders was something that Natsu loathed more than anything, the thought of a shower for the first time in weeks was a tough temptation to refuse. The buildup of grime and dirt on his body was something Natsu was more than ready to be rid of. As he walked into the bathroom, however, he was met with a clean, pristine sight. This bathroom was as almost as a Lucy's, yet managed to be even more luxurious. How could such a foul place have such a clean, well-kept bathroom?

Having showered for nearly an hour, Natsu was feeling more content than ever. He was more than happy to finally be clean. There were some instances in which the dirt refused to be clean, resulting in more rigorous scrubbing, but finally he was cleaned up. Stepping out of the shower and onto the floor, he realized that, as large as this bathroom was, there wasn't a towel in sight. He rolled his eyes and groaned, chiding himself for somehow not noticing before he'd soaked himself in water. Throwing opening the door, Natsu angrily roared, "Hey, what's the big idea not putting any drying towels in here?"

Kyouka was sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, her head turning to him as he so fiercely opened the door. However, her eyes were on his. Instead, they were trailing down his body, the water glistening in the light, making his skin seemingly glow. It was no secret that Natsu had a physique that only a few could rival. Why, the boy was a near-perfect specimen of a man. But that wasn't even the most amazing thing about him. It didn't take long for Kyouka's eyes to drift down to his navel and lower still. And once her eyes landed on it, they were locked on it. The male species' most prized possession. And Natsu's was...well, much more visually captivating than the others. For one thing, there was the size of it. It wasn't even anywhere NEAR hard, and yet, it was large enough to fill her whole hand if she were to grasp it. Beneath it, two swollen, meaty sacks filled with enough sperm to impregnate a thousand women.

And the fact that Natsu just let it hang like that, with no decency, no concern of covering it, that fact was even more astonishing. It was as if he didn't know of the incredible power he possessed between his legs. Maybe he didn't. With how full those balls of his looked, Kyouka could guess that Natsu had had very few encounters of the sexual kind in his lifetime. Maybe none at all. But...perhaps that was something that could be used to her advantage. Inwardly, Kyouka's lips curled in a grin. Now it was clear. Now she had a plan. She would use this to her advantage, she would tap into that untouched part of Natsu's being, expose his mind and body to things he'd never experienced before, make him crave things he never craved before, make him a slave to those urges, those desires. A slave to her. And it would all begin only with a taste.

Kyouka stood after a few seconds of silence and instructed, "Come."

Natsu cocked his head to the side, wondering what the deal with this woman. Still, he obeyed, and came to her. "Tell me, Dragneel," Kyouka said, "With such a body as yours, women must be showing up to your door in droves, correct?"

Natsu blinked, confused, and asked, "What are you talking about, lady?" Kyouka continued with a hum, "Or at least, you have had to have had one or two girlfriends in your lifetime, hm?" Natsu shook his head slowly, "Uh...no. Who's got time for all that stuff?"

"Then, I would assume you've never felt a woman's touch, then? I must say, it is quite a shame. You've spent your entire life having not once experienced a female's intimate touch," Kyouka pressed, moving from her spot to slowly walk around Natsu, circling her prey slowly, calculating her every move. "You have yet to experience the joys of passion." Stopping at his right side, she moved in closer, momentarily pressing her chest against his arm, and whispered in his ear, "You have yet to feel a women's body sprawling on yours." She pulled away, leaving Natsu uncomfortably ruffled. For some reason, it made him shiver lightly, feeling her breath on his skin, feeling the touch of her lips as they brushed his earlobe. Buy why? What about it made it feel so...strange?

Suddenly, Natsu let out shocked yelp. Kyouka abruptly reached down and grabbed the salamander's thick manhood. As she'd predicted, it had nearly filled her whole hand, completely flaccid. Squeezing slightly, the woman smirked, "You don't even know how to use this thing, do you?"

"It's...for pissing, ain't it?" Natsu grunted back, finding himself even more uncomfortable with his cock having been grabbed for the first time by someone else.

"Oh you simple-minded creature," Kyouka chuckled softly, "So young and naive, unaware of the power this holds." As she spoke, she squeezed lightly, causing Natsu's breath to hitch unintentionally.

"The thing has the power to make a woman worship you, the power to make her crave you every passing second, the power to dominate her thoughts and fantasies, her lusts and desires. Why, one of this size, with this length and girth, would be enough to turn ANY mortal woman into your bitch," continued the demoness as she took the liberty to tighten her grip once more around the dragonslayer's thick appendage. While the idea of his penis being touched by a woman was certainly awkward, the physical sensation it brought was not something he remembered experiencing before. It was a foreign feeling entirely.

His eyes began to drift away from the female's hand, instead focusing on her body itself, an action which he could not explain. It was as if his eyes had a mind of their own, and as Kyouka kept her grip on the man's organ, his eyes slowly began trailing up her body, and for some reason, he was paying much more attention to her features now. Every inch of her, every curve, every piece of skin that remained exposed, Natsu's eyes saw it all. Nothing escaped his gaze as he looked her up and down. Her long, milky thighs, the curve of her hips, a bust that was most definitely bigger than Lucy's, the skin of her neck, and those lips... His eyes stopped there, gazing in a confused awe as Natsu desperately tried to figure out, what was so captivating about those lips?

The boy spent so much time gazing upon this rare specimen of a woman that he hadn't noticed that male organ had noticeably changed until Kyouka said, "My, my, your mind may be dense, but at least your body seems to know what's what."

Blinking in confusion, Natsu looked down to see that his member had swelled to nearly five times its original size. It was longer, thicker, and as hard as a rock. Fulling wrapping her hand around it would be a near-impossible task. Even the tip itself seemed to completely fill up the palm of her hand. While she would never admit this to anyone but herself, she found herself quite impressed with Natsu's prize. Here it was, a dragonslayer's cock, in her hand, and it was as magnificent as she could have hoped to imagine. The veins that bulged underneath his skin, angrily pulsing. His cock throbbed in her soft hands, begging for attention, begging for the release it'd been neglected and refused its entire life. Not only that, but it was as fresh as they come, untouched, unviolated. Kyouka could bet that not a single drop of his man's potent seed had ever been spilled even once.

And that deep, manly smell that it emitted- Oh, how that aroma brought Kyouka a high that she hadn't experienced in years. She was so lost in her admiration that she had not yet realized that her hand was moving, slowly stroking up and down, until Natsu whispered, "Fuck..." Under his breath. She was snapped from her trance, only to realize that she'd been biting her lip as well. Her efforts to seduce Natsu had nearly backfired completely, but who could blame her? Kyouka found herself jealous for whoever would be the first to experience this cock firsthand. That girl would most likely be pounded to a point of not being able to think straight.

Reluctantly, Kyouka finally moved her hand and removed her gaze from the boy's cock to look up into his eyes. She smirked and said, "Now tell me, what do you feel? Hold no details back from me. I may reward your honesty if you choose to cooperate~"

Natsu gulped, a small bead of sweet rolling down his forehead, "I-I feel kinda...hot. A-and when you were grabbing it...I can't describe how it felt, but I think..."

"You think what~?" Kyouka pressed, folding her arms and cocking her head to the side.

"I think that I...I liked it...a little bit..." Natsu mumbled, dropping his head and averting his gaze from hers. This brought a devious smirk to Kyouka's face. Her plan was working.

"If you thought that stroking it was good, you have much to learn, young dragonslayer," she answered. Smirking, she turned and walked to the door of the bedroom, swaying her hips as she went. Natsu's eyes were glued to her ass, watching it jiggle with every step. The female locked the door before turning back to him and instructed, "Sit."

Obediently, Natsu's sat down onto the bed as Kyouka came to him, and blinked in confusion as she slowly lowered herself to the floor, kneeling in front of her. Without warning, she grasped his cock again, eliciting a sharp breath from the boy. Her hand moved up and down slowly, causing Natsu's eyes to flutter closed, and a soft sigh to come from his lips.

"This is what you humans call a handjob," Kyouka said as she continued to stroke up and down. Her grip was a little loose at first, not to tight. It was like she was rubbing it at first. Then, after a few seconds, Natsu grunted slightly as he felt the woman's grip suddenly tighten. It was then that he noticed for the first time that she didn't have those signature large, bird-like claws for hands. They were smaller, more human-shaped, which could have been a contributing factor as to why this 'handjob' felt so good. Feeling her pace slowly begin to speed elicited a soft moan from Natsu's lips. His eyes fluttered, his sweaty chest heaving slightly. He gripped the bedsheets, throwing his head back as the pleasure began to take him. For Natsu, one of Fiore's strongest and most stubborn wizards to be completely at the mercy of a simple action as this, it was quite astonishing.

Kyouka decided to up the ante a little, and softly grabbed onto Natsu's balls with her other hand. This action, coupled with the sensation of his cock being stroked, caused Natsu to moan a little louder. Kyouka played with them, partly for her own curiosity and enjoyment. Yes, she'd held balls before, but none as large and as swollen as these. There were nearly the size of tennis balls. So much pent up sexual energy, so much boiling hot cum just waiting to be spilled, it was like holding a bomb in her hand. She squeezed and pinched, kneaded and groped, becoming almost lost in her own world. She just could not stop thinking about the gallons that must be resting inside of it. If she were to be honest, she couldn't help but wish that she could be the one to experience it all herself.

Invade

Kyouka hadn't had a cock inside her for so long, and she could not bear the thought of someone else receiving this monster of a cock before her. In a way, it made Kyouka happy knowing that he was a virgin. It meant that, if she really wanted to, she could be the one to claim it before anyone else could. And, with a cock like this, with a man, like this, that was something truly worth being proud of. It was like being the first to uncover a valuable treasure. That thought slowly took control of her.

Kyouka's mind raged war, with the obedient side of her chiding herself for allowing a human to have such an effect on her. Mard Geer was right, she was too soft with them. She knew that, and she knew that it was wrong, and she knew that it mispleased Mard Geer greatly. But, then there was the other side of her. The side of a woman. The side that saw before her a man just waiting to be taken. The tingling sensation it brought to her nether regions was hard to ignore, or fight. Even if she were to deny her desires for this day, it would plague her every day to follow. Sure, she could take out her sexual frustrations on the demoness Sayla, but how long could she really keep herself away from Natsu? And how far would her temptations take her? Maybe a one-time experience would be enough to sate her curiosity...

'Screw it...'

Kyouka decided that her obligations could wait for another day. Right now, her womanly needs demanded to be taken care of. So, she stopped moving her hand, and looked up at Natsu. Natsu, who noticed the woman's hand motions halt, looked down at her, panting. She glared at him back through half-lidded eyes and reddened cheeks, and said, "And this, Natsu, is what is called a blowjob."

Before Natsu could ask, Kyouka suddenly grabbed his cock once more, lowered her head, and took his tip in her mouth.