Dealing with a Demon (Natsu x Jackal)

Useless

This is so adorable ⬇️

So it's been forever, and I mean forever. I haven't updated any of my books in months, especially my main one, my Gratsu book, but I have no inspiration for that. This one hasn't been updated in a year? More? Idk now.

Anyway I have some new inspiration for this book, I sorta lost it a while ago and I'm sorry for that, but I do have a question, considering how long it's been, do you still want me to continue this??????

I sighed in exasperation as I ran my hand through my wet hair. I looked into the mirror and my exhausted self and then looked down. I braced myself on the counter in my bathroom and looked at my feet. All I wanted to do was sleep, and not one to deny myself what I wanted, I did just that. I took a towel and dried myself off before going to my room, collapsing on my bed. I crawled under my covers completely nude, I mean who wants to sleep in clothes, so uncomfortable, and Happy was off god knows where.

You may wonder how I have a bed in the first place. After the whole Tenrou issue where we kinda 'died' for seven years, nobody thought it would be a good idea to at least do a little upkeep on my house, shack, thing. In result I had to do a hell of a lot of reconstruction to make it livable for even me. I decided to do a little updating, to tell the truth I just wanted room to put a bed. Lucy has such an amazing bed, and she honestly got annoying after awhile of her kicking me and stuff. So I got myself a bed, yay me.

It's been a very tiring two weeks, two weeks since my cherry got popped to say at least. Maybe a rewind would do some good. After Jackal jumped through the sky like a kangaroo, disappearing off to who knows where, I was left stripped nude, with destroyed dignity pride and self respect, and to be honest, a bit content, crazy right. Now I can say that I'm no longer an innocent virgin, not that I would, or want to share this particular event with anyone at all. I laid there for god knows how long, not moving, just contemplating everything, waiting for someone to find me. Nobody came, even as I watched the sun descend and get swallowed but the earth.

If Jackal wasn't the way he was, and decided to just kill me, he would have. The nasty revelation filled my body and made me shiver, goosebumps covering my skin. I should be dead now, and I couldn't have done anything about it. Nobody came, not soon enough. As I looked up at the moon, smoke from the town burning drifted into the sky. The fire had stopped, but the thick gray would stay for some time, slowly rising and dispersing.

Slowly I lifted myself up, using wreckage and broken chunks of ruble to steady. Yah right, sex with demons heals, my body groaned in pain. Okay, maybe it was thanks to him I could actually stand, no matter how shaky, but it was also his fault I was in this state to begin with. I dragged myself, limping and swaying, my ass hurt like hell, until I had gathered my clothes in a pile. Well, the stuff I could salvage, my scarf, pants and underwear. You know I still don't know what happened to my boots. I liked those boots, I'm going to have to get a new pair now.

As I was walking, I spotted something in the ruble, caught under a rock. I squinted my eyes and stumbled over to it. Under the rock was Jackals brown and yellow bandana, left behind and forgotten. I have issues with impulse and it showed here. I snatched the bandana from the rock and added it to my pile of clothes. I had no idea what I would do with it but, that's why it was pure impulse. After tucking it in my clothes I continued on.

I came to the closest water source I could find, that being the canal that ran through the city. I collapsed into the water, the icy cold freezing, yet numbing the extensive pain. I had no idea how bad it was, but I was a dragon slayer, I've had worse, I think. The cold water began to knock me back to my senses and I was kinda thankful nobody came, kinda. It hurt though, bad, I could be dead now, for hours, yet nobody would know. Did they even give a shit about me? Did they care?

Although a small part of me was glad, I was filthy, hurting and looking absolutely pathetic and that wasn't the worse. I was covered in sweat, blood and cum, both mine and Jackals, which was still needing to be cleaned out. I shivered in disgust, while it didn't seem bad at the time, now that I was faced with the results, the idea of clearing cum out of my ass was not a welcoming thought. I smelled of sweat and sex, not a state I would want anyone at all to see me in.

I cleaned myself, rubbing my skin raw before reluctantly getting up. I put on my remaining clothes and stuffed the bandana in my pocket, then let out a sigh. I had two options, wait for my friends to come, or begin making my way back. As much as it hurt, as a dragon slayer I was taught to always trust my gut, and my gut was telling me nobody was on their way.

That's how I ended up walking all the way back to Magnolia, like I would actually take a train. I went to the guild, told them I came back, everyone one was really worried and crowding me, but I couldn't help but think, do they really care? If they cared they would have come, right? Me being me, I don't hold back, so I asked, I don't even remember the excuses, but there were many. Wendy apologized sincerely and I know she meant it, she wanted to heal my wounds but she was to weak to do so. Happy was bawling and wouldn't let go of my hair, Carla thanked me in her usual way, Luce, Luce thanked me too, but it didn't seem genuine. Am I being paranoid?

I ended up dragging myself home and sleeping for days, not leaving my house. I went to the guild after my long nap, but it was just different. People acted the same, drinking and smiling, Tartarus hadn't made another move in days. I would usually be thankful for the normalcy, but I was in a different state of mind. I know I'm being childish, but I almost died. I'm always in death defying situations and risking my life and I've always come out okay, but this one hit me in some kind of way and I don't know why. I needed some time to myself. I was tired and healing, I figured nobody would question if I stayed home a few days without checking in. So I did just that, and it's been three days since I have been to the guild.

I tossed and turned in my bed, uncomfortable and tired, unable to sleep. I turned to my side and looked at the little bed side table I happened to get out of nowhere, impulse again. On top of the usually bare surface I put it.

The bandana.

Why did I keep it? Why did I grab it to begin with? Was I being creepy, I mean, is did steal a piece of clothing from a demon who raped me, but was it really rape? I mean I gave in, so that means it wouldn't be rape, or is it? I'm so confused, did he manipulate me into giving in? Because that would be rape, but if it was my own self and that dreaded damn impulse I struggle with, it wouldn't be. The beginning was definitely not consensual, but the actual thing I reciprocated.

I was so confused, and wanting to grab the bandana confused me even more. I didn't want to leave it. I saw it as an opportunity, but an opportunity for what? Was this a dragon thing? Because if so, damn you Igneel for all this crazy shit. I exhaled and turned away from the offensive clothing. After staring at my wall for like, ever, but in reality it was probably thirty seconds, I turned around again looking at the bandana.

I really need some help controlling myself I thought as I snatched the bandana off the side table and tucked it into my chest, pulling the covers over my body, face shoved into a pillow. That being how I feel asleep.

So if you want me to continue, please say.