Erza Seduction Armour Novels & Stories

The image that appeared before my eyes left me dumbfounded. On the large bed, Darian was lying on top of Erza. They were surprised when I suddenly opened the door, so they looked in my direction. Erza's face flushed red from embarrassment and shame like a girl caught by others cuddling with her lover. Erza wears a red two-piece silk dress that hugs her body. Her body is scorching; her curves are qualified. Darian's face was also red, and his eyes were dreamy. I don't know if his face was red because he was drunk or angry when I suddenly burst into the room.

She asked with excitement. I leaned on the wall and touched my sigil burned in my arm. It is still hot and it looks like a curve using fire in my right arm. I feel so tired of what happened to me, and I was surprised that I saw it all. I tried to remember everything that I saw while Michael was waiting for me to tell her. “I saw a battle between humans and the giants” I started and looked at her while touching my sigil. “It’s titans” She corrected me, while still waiting for me to say more.

“Me too! I feel the goosebumps while watching how you swing your swords effortless!” Too much attention from them, I have no time to look where Beatrix is right now. I want to see her proud smile while looking at me. “Looking for your owner? She isn’t in the crowd, though.” Zafer said while searching in the crowd. “Maybe she went to ask the servants for food, I know her for many years.” Owner? “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “The food? Oh, after the practice match, we eat a bunch of meat to make our bodies strong again.” He proudly said and posed to show his biceps.

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting: A fitted black and silver tunic with gold-lined seams. A high collar flaring into crescent-shaped pauldrons. Armored bracers carved with Lux and shadow sigils. A flowing back cape woven from Solaris gold thread and Lunaris silver thread. A belt engraved with ancient Noctis runes. Dark boots lined with quiet lunar metal that absorbed sound. Regal. lethal. impossibly beautiful. Alessia touched the collar lightly. “This will do.” Ianthe whistled. “It does more than ‘do.’ You look like a walking threat.”

And humiliating. “Well, I guess this isn’t working, huh?” asked Violetta. “No, it’s not.” The harem girl abruptly flopped back on the bed and fanned her arms out. Her delicate, flowing dress billowed up with the movement, and Anzi stared at the gossamer material wrapped around her skirt. She had never worn such a thing before. Leather armor and military-issue clothes had been her whole life ever since she had been Selected. Powders and rouge and sparkling gold and silver dust, women in the Imperial Army never touched these, not even those who had been born into upper class families before being placed.

Erza was of a particularly small stature. Other than the tiny black wings attached to her back, and the U-shape horn that stuck out from the sides of her head, she looked just like an adorable elementary school girl, standing at about 5 foot. She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone.

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

Isabella positioned herself in front of her bedroom's full-length mirror, her gown's smooth, silky fabric flowing down her body like liquid midnight. She fiddled with the neckline, her fingers grazing the fine embroidery at the corners. This wasn't just any old dress. It was armour, carefully selected to leave a lasting impression, to disappear into the environment she was going to enter, to stand out just enough to let everyone know she was a formidable opponent.

"Lighter than a whisper, stronger than a mountain's heart. It will protect you." I had never seen anything so beautiful. The armor seemed to drink the light, shimmering with a soft, internal luminescence. Bhaera's own armor was similar, though hers was accented with the deep blues of twilight. I took the proffered set, the metal cool and impossibly light in my hands. A real smile, bright and unforced, finally broke across my face. "I'll go get this on," I said. "We will see you soon, My Queen," she replied with a graceful dip of her head, before turning and flowing back towards the main encampment.