The scent of salt and sunscreen clung to their skin, mingling with something sharper, anticipation, perhaps, or the lingering sweetness of champagne on Minerva's tongue as she traced the curve of Erza's collarbone with her teeth. The balcony doors were still open, the crash of distant waves a rhythmic counterpoint to the ragged hitch of Erza's breath as Minerva's nails dragged down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Tell me to stop," Minerva murmured, her voice thick with amusement, though her fingers didn't hesitate, dipping beneath the scandalously thin fabric of Erza's bikini bottoms. She knew better than to expect protest, Erza's pride was as fierce as her hunger, and tonight, both had been laid bare.
Erza arched beneath her, the muscles of her stomach tensing as she bit back a moan, her hips lifting instinctively into Minerva's touch. "Don't you dare," she growled, but it lacked its usual bite, dissolving into a gasp as Minerva's thumb found the slick heat between her legs.
The laughter that followed was dark, delighted, as Minerva holds Erza's wrists above her head with one hand, her other working slow, torturous circles. "Such a greedy bride," she teased, watching the flush spread across Erza's chest.
Minerva let's go of Erza's wrists and cups her cheeks instead, pulling her into a deep, bruising kiss. Their lips collide with a wet, desperate sound, Minerva's tongue tracing the seam of Erza's mouth before slipping inside. "You taste like defiance," Minerva murmurs against her lips, fingers tightening possessively in Erza's scarlet hair. "Like you'd rather bite me than admit how much you want this."
Erza's breath hitches, her hands sliding down Minerva's sides, fingertips skimming the dip of her waist before gripping the rounded swell of her hips. "Your body is a weapon," she admits, voice rough, her thumbs pressing into the softness of Minerva's thighs. "Every curve designed to ruin me."
Minerva laughs, low and wicked, her teeth grazing Erza's lower lip. "And yet," she purrs, grinding against Erza's thigh, the damp heat of her arousal unmistakable even through the thin fabric of her bikini, "you're the one pinned beneath me, trembling." She drags her nails lightly down Erza's sternum, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. "Tell me, Scarlet, does it ache?"
Erza moans as Minerva's hands slide to her breasts, fingers kneading the plush flesh with deliberate roughness. "Look at you," Minerva murmurs, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffen beneath the damp fabric of her bikini. "So proud in battle, yet here you are, writhing under my touch like a common tavern slut."
Erza's breath catches, her back arching, but she doesn't deny it, couldn't, even if she wanted to. Minerva leans in, her lips brushing Erza's ear. "Tell me, does it shame you?" she whispers, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "Knowing your guild would see you like this, their mighty Titania, reduced to a trembling mess beneath me?"
Erza's fingers dig into Minerva's shoulders, her grip bordering on painful. "They'd envy you," she growls, her voice thick with need. "Every last one of them."
Minerva's laughter is a low, throaty sound as she pinches Erza's nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "Good," she purrs. "Let them." Then she leans down, catching one peaked bud between her teeth through the fabric, biting just shy of too much as Erza's hips jerk beneath her.
Erza suddenly twists, breaking free with unexpected grace. She smirks as she turns, pressing Minerva back against the balcony railing. "My turn," she murmurs, voice rough with promise. Bending at the waist, still standing, she arches her back and presses her ass flush against Minerva's pelvis, slow at first, then rolling her hips in deliberate, taunting circles. The damp heat between them makes the thin fabric cling, the friction drawing a surprised hiss from Minerva's lips.
"Careful," Minerva warns, fingers digging into Erza's waist as the scarlet-haired mage grinds harder, the swell of her ass rubbing insistently against Minerva's clit through soaked bikini bottoms. "Or I'll..." Her breath catches when Erza reaches back to spread herself wider, pressing into Minerva's pussy more against the perfect cleft of her cheeks.
"Or you'll what?" Erza taunts, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. "Spank me?"
Minerva's palm lands with a sharp crack against Erza's left cheek, the sound swallowed by the ocean breeze. Erza gasps, not from pain, but from the way the sting melts into throbbing heat, her ass clenching instinctively. "Again," she demands.
Laughing breathlessly, Minerva obliges, alternating slow, rolling thrusts of her hips with sharp smacks that leave Erza's skin flushed and tingling. "You really are insatiable," she murmurs, dragging her nails down the curves she's just marked. "Tell me, Titania, does your guild know their unbreakable knight begs to be spanked like a whore?"
Erza's answering groan is muffled against her own forearm as she braces against the railing, her thighs trembling. "Only for you," she admits, the confession ripped from her throat as Minerva's fingers slip beneath her waistband, finding her dripping with arousal. "Only ever for you."
Minerva's chuckle is dark, triumphant. "Such sweet lies," she purrs, delivering another stinging smack that makes Erza's knees buckle before catching her with a firm hand between her thighs. "But I'll take them." With a sudden twist, Erza straightens, spins them, and tugs Minerva's bikini top down in one fluid motion, her breasts bouncing free, nipples already stiff beneath Erza's hungry gaze.
"You talk too much," Erza growls, closing her mouth over one taut peak, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from Minerva's lips. Her tongue swirls, hot and insistent, before scraping teeth just shy of pain, reveling in the way Minerva's fingers tighten in her hair, torn between pulling her closer or shoving her away.
Between panting breaths, Erza switches to the other breast, laving attention with slow, deliberate strokes as her palm rolls the neglected nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Tell me," she murmurs against damp skin, her free hand slipping lower, tracing the waistband of Minerva's bottoms, "does Sabertooth's queen enjoy being reduced like this?"
Minerva's laugh catches halfway, sharp, fractur, as her fingers press into Erza's clit, rubbing tight circles with cruel precision. "You... ah... you think this is reduction?" Her hips jerk when Erza bites down, teeth sinking into supple flesh as Minerva's fingers plunge deeper, three stretching Erza's tightness with practiced ease. "Look at you. Taking me like you were made for it."
Erza whimpers, high, involuntary, her thighs clenching around Minerva's wrist. The stretch burns, deliciously so, her body arching as Minerva crooks those fingers just so. "That's it," Minerva purrs, watching Erza's pupils blow wide with every thrust. "Your cunt's so hungry, isn't it? Clenching around me like you'd die if I stopped." Her thumb presses harder against Erza's clit, reveling in the way her breath stutters. "Say it."
"Fuck," Erza chokes out, her nails scoring Minerva's shoulder blades, her hips rolling in desperate little circles. "Minerva..." The name splinters into a moan as Minerva twists her wrist, the heel of her palm grinding against Erza's clit with each deep, claiming stroke. "Your fingers... god, your fingers..."
Minerva exhales a laugh, triumphant. "Tell me who you belong to."
Erza's breath comes in sharp gasps, her hips lifting into each thrust.
Then Minerva's right hand releases her hair, snakes downward, and rips Erza's bikini top down with a snap. Her breasts spill free, pebbled nipples catching the humid air. "Look at you," Minerva murmurs, dragging her tongue over one stiff peak before sucking it into her mouth. The wet heat makes Erza moan, back arching, as Minerva's fingers keep plunging inside her, relentless. "Doesn't even matter whose name you scream," she adds between licks, teeth grazing the underside of Erza's breast. "They'll all know."
Erza's thighs shake; the dual sensations, Minerva's mouth pulling at her nipple while her fingers curl just shy of punishing, threaten to unravel her entirely. "Bastard," she chokes out, but there's no venom, just raw need cracking her voice.
Minerva switches breasts, lapping slow circles around the other nipple before biting down, not hard, but enough to make Erza's hips jerk. "Say it," she coaxes, pressing her thumb harder against Erza's clit, rubbing tight, maddening circles. "Or do you need more convincing?" Her fingers twist deeper, knuckles nudging that spot inside that makes Erza's vision whiten at the edges. "Tell me who ruins you best."
Erza's fingers tangle in Minerva's hair, torn between yanking her closer or shoving her away, both, neither. Her breath hitches, thighs clamping around Minerva's wrist as her body coils tighter, teetering. "You..." The word fractures into a whimper as Minerva sucks harder, her fingers pistoning faster, thumb never letting up. "Fuck, you...!"
Minerva pulls back just enough to watch Erza's face crumple, her lips slick with spit and the salt of Erza's skin. "Me," she purrs. "Say it." And then she crooks her fingers just so, Erza shatters. Her back bows sharply, a ragged shout clawing its way free as she convulses, wetness flooding Minerva's fingers.
Before Erza can catch her breath, Minerva withdraws, wiping her glistening hand down Erza's thigh. "Pathetic," she murmurs, though her voice is thick with satisfaction. With a sharp tug, she peels her own bottoms down, kicking them aside, then does the same to Erza's, leaving them both bare. "My turn." She hoists Erza up effortlessly, hands gripping the lush swell of her ass as she carries her towards the bed.
Erza, still shuddering from aftershocks, leans down to capture Minerva's nipple between her teeth, tugging just shy of pain. The moan it elicits vibrates against her tongue, Minerva's grip tightening as she staggers the last few steps. "Greedy," Minerva gasps, but Erza only hums in agreement, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak as Minerva dumps her onto the mattress. "But I'll allow it."
Erza lays back with her head on the pillow, scarlet hair fanning out beneath her, breath still uneven from her climax. "Prove it," she dares, voice rough with challenge, though her thighs part instinctively when Minerva climbs onto the bed, her hips swaying with predatory grace. "Show me how thoroughly Sabertooth's queen claims her spoils."
Minerva pauses just above Erza's face, knees bracketing her shoulders, thighs trembling with restrained anticipation. "Your tongue had better be as skilled as your swordplay, Scarlet," she warns, but there's breathless amusement in her voice as she slowly lowers herself, the first slick heat of her pressing against Erza's lips before Erza surges up to meet her, licking a slow, filthy stripe from entrance to clit.
The moan Minerva lets out is half-surprise, half-surrender, her fingers twisting in Erza's hair as Erza's tongue flicks against her clit with relentless precision. "Gods..." Minerva's hips jerk forward, chasing the sensation, her own breath stuttering when Erza's hands grip her thighs, holding her in place. "Fuck, you're..." The rest fractures into a gasp as Erza hums against her, the vibration making Minerva's thighs shake.
Beneath her, Erza's own hips arch off the bed when Minerva leans down, her tongue tracing Erza's swollen folds with deliberate, teasing strokes. The dual sensation, Minerva's hot mouth on her while her own tongue works furiously, has Erza's moans muffled against Minerva's pussy, her fingers digging bruises into Minerva's thighs as pleasure coils tighter, sharper, until neither can tell whose trembling is whose.
"Taste that?" Minerva pants, lifting her head just enough to smirk down at Erza before diving back in, her tongue plunging deeper this time, flicking against Erza's clit with ruthless precision. "That's me dripping down your chin." Erza's answering growl vibrates against Minerva's clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard, and suddenly Minerva's composure shatters, her hips stuttering as she grinds down against Erza's mouth. "Fuck... keep... yes, just like that..."
And then words fail them both, Erza's thighs clamp around Minerva's head as Minerva's fingers twist in bed sheets, their bodies moving in perfect, desperate sync. Minerva rolls her hips down in slow, filthy circles just as Erza arches up, her tongue thrusting deep, and the shared rhythm pushes them both to the edge, pleasure cresting like a wave about to break.
The orgasm hits them simultaneously, Erza's back bows off the bed as Minerva's thighs tighten around her head, their moans swallowed by each other's heat, tongues still working even as their bodies shake apart, neither willing to let the other pull away first. "Mine," Minerva gasps against Erza's thigh when she finally lifts her head, lips shining, but Erza just laughs, breathless and victorious.
"Turn around," Erza demands, voice hoarse from Minerva's taste still on her tongue, her fingers tightening possessively on Minerva's hips. The command hangs between them, half order, half plea, and Minerva's smirk falters just long enough for Erza to see the hunger beneath it. "Please," Erza adds, softer now, her thumb tracing the dip of Minerva's waist. "Take me properly."
Minerva's laugh is low, dark, as she shifts, straddling Erza's hips backward, her hands braced on Erza's thighs for balance. "So polite all of a sudden," she murmurs, rolling her hips slowly, letting Erza feel the slick heat of her against bare skin before lifting up just enough to tease. "Beg properly, Scarlet."
Erza's nails dig into Minerva's thighs, her breath hitching as Minerva grinds down again, wetness smearing across her stomach. "Fuck... Minerva," she growls, arching up, desperate for friction. "Take me. Claim me. Make me yours." The words spill out, raw and unfiltered, and Minerva shudders at the sound, her composure cracking.
With a sharp exhale, Minerva obeys, knees pressing Erza's legs wider as she aligns their bodies, her pussy dragging slow and deliberate against Erza's before settling fully atop her. The contact is electric, both of them gasping at the sudden, slick heat of it, Minerva's hips rolling instinctively to deepen the friction. "Feel that?" Minerva pants, fingers lacing through Erza's to pin them above her head. "Every inch of you belongs to me now." Erza's answering moan is muffled against Minerva's shoulder as their bodies move together, sweat-slick and desperate, the bed creaking beneath them.
Minerva shifts abruptly, pressing deeper, Erza's legs hooking tighter around her waist as she picks up the pace. Their breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples brushing in a dizzying rhythm that makes Erza arch closer, chasing the sensation. "Say my name," Minerva demands, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of her hips, her breath ragged against Erza's lips. "Say it like you mean it."
Erza whimpers, head tipping back as Minerva's teeth sink into her throat, a sharp counterpoint to the relentless drag of their bodies. "Minerva," she gasps, and it's half-curse, half-prayer, torn from her chest with every thrust.
"You're trembling," Minerva breathes, slowing just enough to watch Erza's eyelashes flutter, her body wound tight beneath her. "Is it too much?" The question is taunting, her hips rolling slow and deep as she drinks in Erza's shuddering inhale.
"No," Erza rasps, nails scraping down Minerva's spine, her thighs tightening around her waist. "Faster." The plea breaks on a gasp as Minerva obliges, her rhythm turning punishing, their moans mingling with the slap of skin on skin.
Minerva's grip tightens in Erza's hair, pulling her head back to expose the column of her throat. "Tell me again," she murmurs, lips grazing Erza's pulse point as her hips never falter. "Who do you belong to?"
Erza's answer is a broken cry, her body bowing against Minerva's as pleasure crests again, sharp and all-consuming. "You," she chokes out, fingers clutching at Minerva's hips, pulling her impossibly closer. "Only you." The confession hangs between them, raw and unfiltered, before Minerva swallows it with a bruising kiss.
Minerva thrusts harder, the slick slap of their bodies loud in the humid air, the bed shuddering beneath them with every snap of her hips. "Again," she demands, teeth grazing Erza's lower lip, her voice rough with need. "Say it louder." Erza whimpers, nails raking down Minerva's back, her thighs trembling as Minerva's rhythm turns relentless, each thrust hitting deeper, harder.
The tension coils tighter, unbearable, until Erza's entire body seizes, her moan muffled against Minerva's shoulder as she comes, wetness spilling between them. Minerva follows instantly, her hips stuttering, breath catching in her throat as pleasure wracks her, her fingers tightening in Erza's hair. "Mine," she gasps, forehead pressed to Erza's, their shared breaths mingling.
They stay like that for a moment, trembling, sweat-slick bodies still pressed together, the aftershocks of their climaxes rippling through them. Minerva's lips brush Erza's, slow and lingering, before she murmurs, "Again?"
Erza's laugh is breathless, her hand sliding up Minerva's thigh. "Greedy," she teases, but her hips lift in answer, already seeking more.
Minerva catches her wrist, pressing Erza's palm flat against her own racing heartbeat. "You love it," she murmurs, nipping at Erza's jaw. "Love how I take and take until you're begging me to stop."
Erza's fingers curl into Minerva's hair, pulling her down for a kiss that's all teeth and shared breath. "Never stop," she whispers against her lips.
Minerva hums, tracing the sweat-damp curve of Erza's spine. "Then don't let me," she challenges, shifting until their bodies align perfectly, skin still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Erza exhales sharply when Minerva presses closer, the softness of their breasts brushing together. "You're insufferable," she murmurs, but her fingers tighten possessively around Minerva's hip.
Minerva laughs, nipping at Erza's lower lip. "And yet," she drags her nails lightly down Erza's ribs, relishing the shiver it elicits, "you married me."
Erza steals the next kiss before Minerva can speak again, slow and deep, tasting herself on Minerva's tongue. The ocean breeze dances over their tangled limbs, cooling heated skin as Minerva's thigh slides between Erza's, coaxing another soft moan.
Hours later, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, Minerva traced idle circles over Erza's hipbone, her voice still rough from earlier. "You whimper prettier than you fight," she murmured, lips brushing Erza's shoulder where a fresh bite mark darkened her skin.
Erza caught her wandering fingers, pressing a kiss to Minerva's knuckles. "Liar," she breathed against her skin. "You like my screams as much as my steel." The words came out softer than intended, the usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and something dangerously close to affection.
Minerva chuckled, rolling atop her to claim Erza's mouth in a slow, deep kiss, her tongue sliding against Erza's with deliberate leisure. "Mmm. Perhaps," she admitted when they parted, thumb brushing Erza's swollen lower lip. "But I like this more."
Erza arched into her, fingertips skating down Minerva's spine in a touch that was more worship than demand. "Prove it," she whispered, but there was no challenge left, only the quiet certainty of skin against skin, heartbeat against heartbeat, as the ocean sighed against the shore below.