Chapter 8: The Crown Again
The black town car smelled of cold leather and antiseptic air freshener. It glided through the city’s evening pulse, a soundproof capsule carrying them toward the night’s undefined contours. Lisanna watched the blur of neon through the tinted window, her hand resting on the seat between them, fingertips brushing Mirajane’s thigh. Mirajane didn’t pull away. She stared straight ahead, her posture stiff in the simple black dress he’d instructed her to wear. The memory of his taste, shared between them a week ago, was a ghost on her tongue.
The Crown Hotel rose like an obsidian shard against the bruised twilight sky. A uniformed attendant opened the car door without a word, his eyes sliding over them with practiced neutrality. The lobby was a cavern of marble and hushed voices, their footsteps swallowed by immense carpets. The elevator to the penthouse was a silent, rapid ascent that tugged at their stomachs.The doors slid open directly into the suite.
The space was vast, a monument to minimalist wealth. The entire far wall was glass, showcasing the city sprawling below in a dizzying grid of light. The air was cool, carrying a faint, expensive scent—vanilla pod, aged whiskey, the sharp ozone of electricity. Dozens of low-lit candles flickered on surfaces, throwing long, dancing shadows across the polished concrete floor. In the center of the room, dominating the open space, was a massive, low platform bed dressed in crisp white linen.
Zeref stood by the window, a silhouette against the urban glow. He turned as they entered, the city lights haloing his shoulder-length black hair. He wore a tailored suit of charcoal wool, the jacket open over a black shirt, no tie.In his hand, a crystal tumbler held two fingers of amber liquid. He didn’t smile.“You came,” he said.It wasn’t a greeting. It was a verification.
“The car came,” Mirajane replied, her voice tighter than she intended.
His gaze moved to Lisanna, who was watching him with that unsettling calm she’d perfected since the morning he’d watched them. “And you,” he said, taking a slow sip of scotch.“Curiosity satisfied? Or just hungry for more?”
Lisanna’s chin lifted.“You tell me.”
A faint, appreciative smirk touched his lips. He set his glass down on a chrome side table with a soft click.The sound was like a starting pistol. “Undress each other,” he said. His tone was conversational, as if asking them to pass the salt.“Slowly. I want to watch your hands tremble.”
A flush of heat crawled up Mirajane’s neck. Lisanna turned to her first, her movements deliberate, unhurried.Her fingers found the zipper at the back of Mirajane’s dress. The metallic whisper was loud in the quiet room. Lisanna drew it down inch by inch, her knuckles brushing the length of Mirajane’s spine. The dress fell forward, pooling at Mirajane’s feet. She stood in only black lace panties and sheer stockings, the candlelight gilding her skin. Lisanna’s hands came to her breasts, palming them through the lace of her bra, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. Mirajane let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing for a moment.
“Look at me,” Zeref commanded from his post by the window.Her eyes snapped open, finding his across the room. He hadn’t moved.His dark eyes were fixed on Lisanna’s hands on her body.
Lisanna unhooked the bra, letting it slide away. She knelt then, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Mirajane’s panties and stockings, drawing them down together. She helped Mirajane step out of the small heap of fabric, then pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh. Mirajane’s hand came down, tangling in Lisanna’s short hair, not to push her away, but to hold her there.
“Your turn,” Mirajane breathed, her voice thick.
Lisanna stood, and Mirajane’s fingers went to the buttons of Lisanna’s simple silk blouse. Each button released a new crescent of smooth, athletic stomach, the shadow between her breasts. Mirajane pushed the blouse off her shoulders.She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were fuller than Mirajane’s own, tipped with rose-pink nipples already drawn tight. Mirajane leaned in and took one into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue flicking the peak. Lisanna’s head fell back, a soft sigh escaping her. Mirajane’s hands went to the fastener of Lisanna’s trousers, undid them, pushed them and her plain cotton panties down over the curve of her hips.They joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.
They stood naked before him, the cityscape their backdrop. The candlelight sculpted the planes and valleys of their bodies, one tall and curved, the other compact and strong. Zeref finally moved, walking toward them with a predator’s loose-limbed grace. He circled them once, his gaze a physical touch.“On the bed,” he said.“On your backs. Side by side.”
They obeyed, climbing onto the immense platform. The linen was cool and crisp against their heated skin. They lay next to each other, not touching, their arms at their sides, staring at the exposed concrete ceiling. Zeref removed his jacket, then his shirt, folding each with fastidious care before placing them on a chair. He toed off his shoes, removed his socks, his trousers, his underwear.His arousal was evident, heavy and flush against his stomach.
He joined them on the bed, kneeling between them.He didn’t touch them at first. He simply looked, his eyes tracing the frantic pulse in Mirajane’s throat, the slight tremble in Lisanna’s parted lips. Then he bent his head to Mirajane’s breast, drawing the whole of her nipple into the heat of his mouth, sucking hard until she arched off the bed with a choked gasp. His hand went to Lisanna, fingers sliding through her wetness with a crude, slick sound. He pushed two fingers inside her without preamble, crooking them, and she cried out, her hips bucking.He worked them like that, a relentless alternation. His mouth on Lisanna’s cunt, his tongue flat and broad against her clit while his fingers worked Mirajane open, scissoring, stretching, finding that spot deep inside that made her vision whiten. Then he would switch, burying his face between Mirajane’s thighs, lapping at her dripping slit while his thumb pressed circles on Lisanna’s clit, his other hand pinching and twisting her nipple. He brought them to the trembling edge of orgasm, Mirajane’s legs shaking, Lisanna’s breath coming in broken sobs, and then he would stop. He would pull back, sit up on his heels, watch them writhe in desperate, unsatisfied need.“Please,” Mirajane begged once, the word torn from her.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice calm. He traced a finger through the wetness glistening on Lisanna’s stomach.
“Let me… I need to come.”
“You need what I give you,” he corrected.“Nothing more.Nothing less.”
He repeated the cycle again.And again. The room filled with the sounds of wetness, of ragged breathing, of the soft, obscene noises his mouth made against them.The candles burned lower.The city lights blurred outside the window. Mirajane felt unraveled, a raw nerve exposed to the cold air and his colder control. Lisanna’s hand found hers on the sheet, their fingers lacing together, squeezing bone-white with each fresh assault of sensation.Finally, he moved. “Up,” he said to Mirajane, tapping her hip. “On your hands and knees.”
She moved sluggishly, her body aching and heavy with unmet release.She got into position, facing the head of the bed. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “Lisanna,” he said, his voice guttural now.“In front of her. Make her come on your tongue before I do.”
Lisanna scrambled, her eyes wild with a feral light. She knelt before Mirajane, her face level with Mirajane’s dripping cunt.She didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue carving a long, flat stripe through Mirajane’s folds before zeroing in on her clit. She sucked it into her mouth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue in a rapid, perfect rhythm she’d learned from listening, from dreaming.
At the same moment, Zeref pushed into Mirajane from behind.
The stretch was exquisite, a brutal fullness that stole her breath.He didn’t start slow. He set a deep, punishing pace from the first thrust, each drive forcing a ragged cry from her throat that was muffled by Lisanna’s relentless mouth. He fucked her with a focused, mechanical intensity, the slap of his skin against hers a steady, wet counterpoint to the slick, hungry sounds Lisanna was making. Mirajane was split, overwhelmed from both ends, her mind fragmenting under the dual onslaught.
Zeref’s hand left Mirajane’s hip and snaked around Lisanna’s throat. He didn’t squeeze to hurt, but to guide, to possess. His fingers tightened, a collar of control, his thumb pressing into the pulse point under her jaw. He used his grip to set the rhythm for Lisanna’s head, pushing her forward, pulling her back, forcing her mouth harder against Mirajane’s clit.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, losing their mechanical precision.“Make her scream. I want to feel her come around my cock.”
Lisanna redoubled her efforts, her nose buried in Mirajane, her tongue a relentless, pinpoint instrument. The pressure built, a coil wound too tight, and then it shattered. Mirajane’s orgasm ripped through her, a convulsive, silent scream that locked her muscles. Her inner walls clenched around Zeref’s cock in rapid, milking pulses.The sensation tipped him over the edge. With a raw, torn sound that was nothing like his usual controlled voice, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and held there. His whole body went rigid, his hand tightening on Lisanna’s throat. Mirajane felt the hot, sudden flood of his release filling her, jet after jet, a claiming that was both vulgar and profoundly final.
He stayed there for long moments, panting, then pulled out slowly. Lisanna finally pulled back from Mirajane, her chin glistening with her sister’s wetness. Zeref watched, his chest heaving, as his seed began to leak from Mirajane’s well-used cunt, a pearly trickle down her inner thigh.
He didn’t say a word.Lisanna’s eyes were on the drip. She moved forward, her tongue outstretched, and caught the drop before it could fall to the linen. She cleaned the trail with slow, deliberate swipes of her tongue, her eyes closed, a beatific, corrupted devotion on her face. She licked Mirajane clean, then turned her head and pressed her mouth to Zeref’s thigh, leaving a kiss, a brand.
Silence descended, broken only by their struggling breaths.Zeref disentangled himself, stood from the bed. He walked to the window, his naked back to them, a powerful silhouette once more against the indifferent city.
Mirajane collapsed onto her side, trembling. Lisanna curled against her, fitting her body to Mirajane’s back, an arm slung over her waist. She pressed a kiss to the nape of Mirajane’s neck.
From the window, Zeref spoke, his voice returned to its calm, distant tenor.“The car will return for you at midnight. Sleep if you can.”
He did not look back at them. He simply stood, watching the city, a king surveying a kingdom he had just irrevocably changed.