Fairy Tail Lemons

Coital Compulsiveness (Seilah)

Activity from the Dark Guilds had spiked up recently, which meant there was always going to be a problem for them to deal with. This time, however, it definitely appeared to be a far greater problem than usual. Tartaros, a guild completely compromised of curse-using demons, had taken to using a secret weapon that would erase all magic, leaving them to reign supreme with their non-magic-based abilities. Of course, they couldn't let that shit slide. Especially with a slimy council member already putting Erza and Mirajane out of comission.

"Fuck off, bitch!" Y/N called out, wiping out a group of fodder. He had no time for them, rushing through and practically going maximum output as spherical orbs continued to soak and crush those unfortunate enough to get affected by the gravitational pull.

A feeling of paralysis coming over him as Y/N met with a pale-skinned woman in a kimono, revealing a whole lot of chest. The clearest indicator of her Etherious nature being the large golden horns protruding from the side of her head. "I am not bitch. I am Seilah, Goddess of the Chill Moon, and one of the demons from the Book of Zeref. Now give up!"

Seilah making use of her curse, Macro, the feeling of being controlled coming once again as Y/N struggled to beat such a tricky technique, his output low from all the hard work he was doing earlier. It should have been easy pickings for Seilah, but he was stubborn and continued to persist against her curse until the two powers clashed.

A powerful gust of energy that left the both of the mostly unscathed, except now they were completely in the nude. Things going completely south as their bodies were laid bare. Seilah, mission-focused as always, not acting the same way as before. Her past experiences coming back to her, only knowing the ability to 'scissor' and 'lick', nothing more. "Perhaps you'll like to continue this battle differently."

"In what way?" Y/N questioned, still very cautious and not sure what to expect. The room around them changing up as a darker atmosphere came, the lighting in the room coming from lacrima crystals acting as fires.

Seilah moved down to the bed. "Isn't it obvious? We're going to—"

"Shit, negro! That's all you had to say!" Y/N wasting no time making out with Seilah. The demon caught off guard, unable to combat him right away as Y/N wasted no time dragging her onto the bed and laying her flat. Those tits popping out to him, but Y/N was a patient, perfect man, willing to play it slow and teach Seilah all sorts.

Seilah's limited experience working as she moved to feel his body, confirming it was him. There was something surreal about doing this without Kyoka, but the pleasure felt fine. Seilah enjoying it just that bit more as Y/N and her continued to make out against one another, both their legs locked onto the bed as the battle they were meant to have disappeared. A greater goal in mind between the two of them as Y/N found the curves of her body with great interest while Seilah took in the sensation of not scissoring. It was all she could think about in sex, not used to such a foreign continuation of sex.

'It's different than with Kyoka,' she thought to herself, not fighting back against his advances. All of it welcomed against her as Kyoka started to feel something light up in her. It was different from the flickering curiosity that came whenever, but it felt fully-fledged, the very essence in her being changing in response to this new growth as a sudden coercive control was thrown onto Y/N's behaviour. "Leave it to me," she spoke, moving and chanting high speed divinations as Y/N was thrown into her body as Seilah took the leading role this time.

Her hands pushing him forward as she gazed at him, head slightly tilting as slight moans left her. "This is what you wanted, right?" Y/N asked, grinning as Seilah questioned him on how he knew it, only for Y/N to remind her she had more important things to do. Seilah slowly nodding her head in understanding as she pushed in for a kiss, clutching him like he was precious. Their lips moving more passionately, bodies reacting in the same way. Pleasure rising to a point where all other body parts grew active, sexual synchronisation occurred.