Natsu finally snaps here, and honestly, it’s about time. This little loop is just him using Lucy the way half the fandom has been drawing for years, just without the annoying speech bubbles and fake romance fluff. It throws you straight into it: blonde hair, ass up, that stupid little ribbon, and he’s already buried inside her. No build-up, no awkward flirting, just “you fucked up, now take this dick.” It feels like catching the scene you always imagined happening off-screen in Fairy Tail, the one the anime would never show but everyone secretly knew existed. I liked that. Or I thought I did. Then I replayed it ten times and realized I kind of wanted a tiny bit of teasing first, but whatever, my dick still won the argument.

The focus is basically Lucy’s ass and tits doing all the talking while Natsu pounds from behind. You don’t get lost in extra nonsense. Her body moves with each thrust, her boobs reacting to the impact in this hypnotic way where you tell yourself “one more loop” and then suddenly you’re just stuck watching the curve of her spine and the way her hips bounce. The loop is short, but it hits that sweet spot between cheap and lazy. There’s enough detail so you notice how her hair shifts, how her mouth opens like she’s half shocked and half addicted to it. Her face is what sold it for me: not pure pain, not just pleasure, more like “shit, I deserve this, don’t stop.” It’s rough, but it doesn’t feel like torture porn. More like punishment that got way too good for her. Which is kind of worse. Or better. Depends how fucked up you are.

There’s this one tiny thing that stuck in my head: the way Natsu’s grip on her waist looks like he’s right at that point where he could either pull her closer or just shove her face deeper into the bed and really go feral, but he never changes it. That damn static hand position annoyed me more than it should. I kept thinking, just press her down once, make her arch harder, let the rhythm break for a second. But no, it’s this constant, relentless tempo that almost feels like a metronome slapping inside her. You start noticing the small bounce of her thighs, the slight stretch when he pulls out just enough to see everything, and suddenly you’re way too focused on the physics of a fictional blonde mage getting railed by a fire idiot. It’s stupid. It’s hot. It’s not perfect. I still left the tab open longer than my pride wants to admit.