Recollection, Reflection, and Reenforcement

Ignazio sat alone in his apartment, a glass of whiskey by his side as he looked over his documents.

He took a long sip.

Things were going fairly well. He had gotten quite a few members of the Guild in to see him. Even Elfmann, to his surprise. Give his obsession with "being a man" he figured he wouldn't stoop to hypnotherapy.

The only holdouts seemed to be the boys from Team Natsu, Gajeel, and some of the less... Present members of the guild like Mystogan.

But what really bothered him were the women who were holding out.

He had Levy and Erza, but that was it. Mira, Cana, Bisca, Lucy, Juvia... None had come in. Granted, he didn't know what reasons Bisca, Juvia, and Mira would have. And Cana seemed... Less than interested in getting her drinking under control. But still. He wished one of them would stop by. Especially considering--

He had thought about it. And it all came rushing back.

He was laying in a hospital bed, his entire body wrapped in a cast. Many people were there. Levy and her team, Cana, Mira, Elfmann, even Erza and Makarov.

The two of them seemed to be in some kind of heated debate, while the others looked at him with tears in their eyes.

Mira hugged close to her brother. Levy was being comforted by her team. Which, thinking about it now, was interesting. It was obvious they felt deeply for her. He wondered if his hypnosis making them ignore Levy was what pushed her to him... And finally Cana, who hovered over him yelling something. He couldn't hear. Couldn't make out her words. But he could make out the passion.

He snapped out of his memory, looking over his now scar covered body. Honestly if it weren't for Porlyusica he'd probably be dead right now. Or, at least, pretty much infirm. He remembered the damage.

Makarov was fighting a demon, with the help of team Shadowgear, Cana, Mira, Elfmann, and Erza.

Erza was helping Makarov. And as they stored energy for a final blow, the demon attacked, striking at the others. Ignazio wasted no time leaping in the way. He had saved them...

And that's when he woke up.

He remembered everyone crying, especially the women, as he lay in the hospital. But before he sacrificed for them, they wouldn't give him the time of day. They barely knew he was around. Nobody cared about him until he was on ****'s door.

And he also remembered... That was when he realized. The only life worth living was a life for yourself, not for others. Not what the guild would have him believe. That a noble sacrifice is worth it to save people. He tried that life and he felt spurned and abandoned. But now? He could have anything he wanted. He just needed some time.

Erza, meanwhile, found herself standing in front of her mirror.

"Requip!" She boomed. In a flash of golden light her clothes changed, now wearing a rather lavish purple dress.

"I remember this. I wore it when we went to that casino. That was quite enjoyable until we were interrupted." She thought "Perhaps we could go back some day. I think it would be rather entertaining."

She stopped herself. She couldn't remember the last time she wanted to go somewhere for the fun of it. Even when they went to the casino, regardless of her level of enjoyment, all she really wanted was to go back to the guild and find a job to do. But now... She wanted a vacation.

She smiled to herself and gazed into the mirror.

"Greetings. My name is Erza Scarlet, of the Fairy Tail guild. What seems to be the issue, and how could we be of assistance?" She said aloud, before scrunching her face.

"Hm. Perhaps I am too formal."

She retook her position.

"Hi. I'm Erza Scarlet of the Fairy Tail guild. We looked at your contract and have chosen to accept it. Could you give us more information?"

She sighed.

"Still too stiff"

She took her mark once more.

"Yo. I'm Erza--"

She stopped, scrunching her face like she had just eaten something sour.

"Too far." She huffed, walking away.

She went into her kitchen, and pulled out a bottle of wine, looking it up and down.

"50 years. I imagine that will make for a fine age."

She went to open the bottle, but stopped once again.

"Is wine too stern of a drink? Perhaps I should inquire about -- no..." She cleared her throat, wanting to speak less properly, and tried again.

"Maybe I should ask Cana about good beers." She said, trying to lose her professional demeanor.

She let out another sigh and popped the wine open, pouring herself a glass.

"It may be beneficial to set up another session..."

As midnight rolled around, things were quiet around Levy's apartment. At least, everywhere but her bedroom.

Her deep breathing penetrated the air, as a nice, wet slapping could be heard moving at rapid pace.

"Oh.. oh man... Yes... Mmh.. Iggy..." She moaned.

Levy was laying in bed, completely naked. Her eyes were closed, but she was definitely awake, as she lay there with her finger quickly sliding in and out of her clit.

"Oh god. Please... Yes... You... You love my tits right? Even if they're small? Mmh... Of course. I'm all yours.. I'm..." She paused, adjusting in her bed.

"All yours..?" She thought to herself, still fingering; but not as quickly. She found herself blushing.

"What a fantasy" she moaned, picking up speed again.

"Yes... All yours. All yours! I'll do it! Anything you want! Just make me yours! Let me be yours! I'll obey. I'll obey you!" She panted "anything for you. Everything for you. Please. Tell me what to do. I'll do it."

She felt waves of pleasure and obedience flowing over her. She had never felt this way before.

She knew she had a little crush. It was obvious. But she had never considered something like this before. She was basically pledging herself to him like some kind of servant. But... It WAS just a fantasy...

"Yes! Please! Anything you want! Just give me something! I'll obey! I'll be a good girl and obey!" She cried out as she felt the orgasm edging closer and closer "LET ME SERVE! LET ME OBEY! LET ME LOVE YOU!"

As those words left her lips, she stiffened. The flood gates had opened, And her moans grew louder and louder. Echoing through the room, then tapering off, getting quieter

She flopped back into her pillows, panting and gasping with a smile on her face.

"Damn... That was... Good..." She sighed... Before giggling a little "I'll be a good girl and obey" she laughed "Yeah right."

She said that, at least. But somewhere deep down... Those words, in that primal moment of passion... Felt right to her.