Sting E. x OC : The Forbidden Treasure

Chapter 4 - The one who opened the universes

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Blanche understood from Warren's worried expression that he had seen it too. Soon, everyone would see it.

"Don't try to scare me!" he protested. "Let's do this."

He pressed two fingers from each hand against his temples. With his eyes closed, he slipped more easily than expected into Blanche's thoughts. She remained seated, calm, silent, and unperturbed.

Erza, Lucy, and Natsu watched him gravely. He had managed to convince them that, perhaps, he could do it. This was before an amused smile appeared on Blanche's face. Intrigued, all the mages turned to Warren, whose cheeks had turned red.

"What's happening, Warren?" Erza inquired.

With his eyes closed, he remained silent, focused on the mission entrusted to him. Yet, the redness did not cease to rise to his face. Soon, he became burning hot.

"What are you seeing, jeez?!" Natsu demanded impatiently.

Warren did not respond, too preoccupied with getting lost in Blanche's thoughts, who made him see the most depraved scenes, imagining without censoring anything that she knelt before him, and that perhaps when she was done, she would have other surprises of the sort for him, that she would let him touch her, and that she would take pleasure in touching him in return—and if the imagination did not run dry, it was because she still had fresh memories of her night with Sting. Though she would have much preferred to lose herself in the reveries of his Apollonian body rather than feed Warren's fantasies, she had no other choice.

She let none of the disgust that threatened to betray her intentions show and perpetuated this nightmare which was, for the other mage, only a dream allowing him to forget his mission, and into which he had gladly sank.

Understanding that he was doing everything but what had been asked of him, and was perhaps even abusing his power by dreaming of Blanche, wanting to defile her immaculate skin and the pure shine of her blue eyes, Sting clenched his fists.

"You pervert," he snapped, "what do you think you're doing?!"

Warren's eyelids finally lifted. His eyes were filled with hearts, unable to look away from the mage in front of him. Amused, Blanche licked her lips. Sting, wanting to punish him with a severe beating, was beaten to it by Lucy who intervened with a violent kick that she prided herself on.

"We didn't bring you here for that!" she shouted.

"I suspected as much..." Erza sighed.

Amidst the clamor, Sting's gaze met Blanche's, and in a honeyed voice, she whispered, "Do you want to see what I'm thinking of, too, Sting?"

She had spoken so low that only the dragon slayers had heard. Natsu was the first to react.

"Hey, you! Stop mocking our friends unless you want me to make you eat flames!"

With a crystalline laugh, Blanche stood. She approached the iron bars, facing the mages who were glaring at her.

"What about you, Milady?"

She had raised her handcuffed arms above her face and pressed them against the door, behind which stood Minerva.

"Do you want to torture me to make me talk? You know, I wouldn't complain..."

Sting clenched his teeth. Before him was nothing but the ghost of the one he had spent the night with. This thought planted a new idea in him. Then he suddenly understood.