Can't take it Anymore
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Maka
Maka let her ash-blonde pigtails fall around her shoulders, frowning and peering into the vanity mirror. She just didn't like what she saw. Her breasts were too small, legs too long, and her hair was limp and lifeless. She poked at her chest, frowning. Just barely an A cup, and she was sixteen now!
A flash of white in the corner of her vision made her head turn just in time to see Soul's sharklike grin as he watched her poke her boobs. She frowned and felt for a book…
" Oh HELL no!" She heard Soul back up; " Not this again it—"
" MAKA—"
" Come on Maka it hurts pl—"
" CHOP!" She brought the hardcover novel down on his head, making a crevice in his cranium.
" Ow! What the hell Maka! Loosen up, its summer vacation." At her demon-weapon's words, her grip loosened a little…
" Besides, I'm not the one who was feeling up your tiny-tits."
" MAKA CHOP!"
Flustered, Maka pushed past the injured boy who was clutching his head and groaning at her feet. Her favorite black trench coat hung on the door. She did up the two big buttons and brought the sleeve to her nose, breathing in. Every night she'd daub on a bit of Soul's body spray when he was sleeping; the smell made her feel so safe. Not that she'd ever tell the cocky bastard…
She shook her head when she heard him moving again, couldn't he just stay down? She waited for the snide comment to come, but was surprised when he simply went to the fridge and—
" USE A DAMNED GLASS!" Maka turned and glared at him as Soul froze, the opening of the milk carton centimeters from his lips, those perfect lips…
She shook away the thought; She was Maka Albarn, there was no way that she was thinking those thoughts about her weapon. She glared, hefting a book threateningly as he slowly set down the carton.
" Sorry, Maka." Soul smiled sheepishly, his lazy, blood red eyes not matching his words. The seemed mysterious, alluring.
"Maka?"
She had to admit, he was well-built, even with the scar.
" Maka…?"
What was she doing? This was soul. He didn't even know what GENDER she was, let alone see her that way.
" MAKA!"
That snapped her out of it; Maka shook her head, than smiled bashfully.
" Sorry, Soul. I was, uh, just reviewing what we learned last year!" She lied, but it seemed like he bought it.
" Maka, your such a nerd," He teased. Soul watched his Meister slam the door to the apartment in a huff, face flushed, than brought the carton of milk to his mouth and finished it in a few gulps before going to raid the pantry.
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" Soul? What do you want for dinner?" She looked out from the fridge where she was bent over. " Soul?" She noticed him sitting backwards on a chair, arms crossed on the back and leaning his chin on it. Soul's burgundy eyes were fixed on something hungrily.
" Hey, Soul? Is it the chicken?" She moved to the side to give him a better view of the chicken fried rice from two days ago. She stayed there, frowning at the dark growl. " Ok ok! I'll call in to the chinese place and order something SHEESH!"
Soul
Damn; she had moved! Soul growled as the object of his fixation moved when she did; " Yeah; do that." His tired red eyes followed it across the room, frustrated. Bent over at the fridge he had the perfect view of his petite meister's perfect ass, and the edge of her panties under that short skirt had him practically panting. The weapon just wanted to pull her down onto his lap; of only she felt the same…
Shit! He felt his jeans getting tighter around his crotch… Soul got up quickly; " I'm going to my room. Tell me when dinner's here." He grunted, uncomfortable, and bolted to his bed.
Soul growled and sat down, rubbing his forehead. He didn't know WHY he found Maka so attractive, only that he did. His hand rubbed over his sleepy red eyes as he waited for his excitement to ebb, but without any success. Every time he emptied his mind the memory of Maka in the bathroom touching her own breast worked its way into his mind….
The scythe swore as there was a knocking.
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Maka
" Soul! Dinner's here!" The scythe meister rocked back on her heels as the door creaked open, revealing Soul in a new pair of pants, still no shirt. She flushed as she fought down the urge to trail her fingers down the scar that cleaved from his shoulder to his hipbone. Maka's breathing quickened and she stepped back;
" Oh, uhm soul Dinner's here." She turned and walked down the hallway, the vent blowing a little warm air up her skirt. For a second she thought Soul made a sound, but she shook her head. Not possible; this was Soul, after all. She sat down at the table and pushed his shrimp fried rice across the table, snapping her own chopsticks in two and digging into her vegetable chow mein hungrily. A little sauce dripped down her chin, and she moved to wipe it away with her thumb until Soul's hand caught her own.
Soul
It was as if the universe was both for and against him all at once. In the hallway the vent had blown up the hem of Her skirt, giving him a glimpse of those cream thighs he wanted so badly. He did his best to act normal, picking at his rice moodily. It was almost too much to take, seeing the chopsticks passing her soft, supple lips the color of rose petals…
Boy or not, she was still his meister. HIS MEISTER! He had to stop this craziness, but he lost it at the trickle of sauce rolling down her cheek. His hand caught hers, and he leaned forward slowly. Maka's eyes widened, shocked as his tounge snaked out from between his pointed teeth to trail along the line.
There was his big mistake. A low, primal growl escaped his throat; Maka tasted so good; she smelled just like he expected her to.
" S-soul! What are you—"
" I can't take you anymore, Maka." His teeth grazed over her neck, lingering just over her jugular where he bit down lightly, his unnaturaly sharp teeth leaving a thin, pink scrape. " Your so TEMPTING all the time, walking around in those short skirts—" There was a flash and a tear as his hand changed into a blade, ripping open her skirt,
" Soul, S-sto, ohhhh…" She threw her head back and groaned as the cool steel brushed against her hot core, causing a gush of wetness leaked from her.
" No," He growled in pleasure as her juices soaked her panties and rubbed off on his blade; " No, I don't think I will. You tease me with that perfect little FUCKING ass—" He grinned sadistically when she gasped; " What, Maka? Don't like when I swear? Don't like the word 'Fuck?' Why not?" He grinned and pressed his hot, needy lips against hers and groaned into the chaste softness, forcing her lips open with his own and invading her mouth with his tounge, exploring every inch as she whimpered and writhed to get away, held there by the stronger demon's viselike grip. Tears streamed down her cheeks; she had wanted him but not now, not like this!
" Whats wrong, Maka?" He growled and took her earlobe in his mouth, sucking lightly and drawing out another moan that he found oh-so sexy. He felt the bulge in his pants grow. Soul got up, slinging her over his shoulder and nipping her thigh.
" S-soul! What are you doing?"
He grinned that sharklike grin, his usually comforting red eyes now striking fear into her heart as they met her viridian orbs. " What's it look like, Maka? I'm dragging you off to my cave!" He kicked open his door with a loud THUD, glad that Blair was at work. He dragged her to the bed and threw her down, crawling between her legs and pressing his groin to hers so she could feel his throbbing bulge.
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Maka
Maka whimpered as an unbelievable wave of pleasure washed over her; she could feel his every movement, and she loved it. She loved HIM.
" S-soul…." She whispered, moving up to nuzzle at his cheek.
" Uh uh, Maka. You've teased me long enough." The light flashed, and his blade tore up through her coat and shirt, snagging her bra. He heaved for a second, lifting her back up a bit off the bed before the material gave under his sharpness and revealed to him her tiny twin mounds.
" Cool," he whispered, eyes greedily drinking Maka's body in.
She whimpered at the cold air on her nipples, trying frantically to cover herself, to retain some kind of innocence. His hands grabbed her own, pinning them.
" Maka, stop." He growled, narrowing his eyes dangerously. She froze, terrified. He looked so scary. She closed her eyes as he licked down her neck, feathering his fingers over the tops of her breasts before he suddenly lunged and took one tiny mound into his mouth, running his tounge lavishly over her nipple while the other hand reached up to run the calloused pad of his large thumb over the other. Her back arched as she panted, more heat gushing from between her clenched thighs. " S-soul soul soul soul SOUL!" She begged, writhing. " God, soul don—don't stop please!" She whimpered as he ignored her demands, pulling back to look her up and down slowly before his eyes came to rest on her panties. He trailed a hand down, rubbing her hot, wet core with two fingers. She whimpered at the intense feeling.
" Tell me, Maka. Beg me to fuck you," He whispered in her ear, running his fingers over her crotch seductively. She shook her head; " U-uh, soul, PLEASE!" She gasped, closing her eyes as he slowly removed her panties.
The demon scythe examined her wet sex, forcing her legs apart and swatting her hands when she tried to cover it. Eventually he hooked her leg over a shoulder and kissed her thigh before gently nipping. She looked down to see his eyes fixated on her face; she saw something that hadn't been there before; something tender, gentle, lulling her to trust this boy, this amazing gift, who had her spread before him on his bed, the only man she could ever trust.
" Maka…" He hesitated a second longer. Was this cool?
" Maka, I love you." Damn it, he didn't care if he was cool or not! With those words, she melted, all restraint or fear disappearing. She felt him tentatively reach out his soul to her, wrapping it around hers. The scythe meister groaned; she could feel everything he was feeling, feel that what he said was true.
" Soul, I love you too—AAH!" She wailed as he hungrily attacked her hot, wet core with his powerful tounge. He swept it over her demanding flesh greedily, tasteing the juices that ran out of her throbbing pussy. Her back arched, and she screamed as he plunged two fingers into her, attacking aggressively.
" Soul, it HURTS!" She wailed, but he ignored her pained cried as she slowly grew used to it, bucking her hips against the movement and groaning.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she squeezed her eyes shut and writhed as the pleasure mounted. He flicked his tounge against her clit and scraped his fingers across her tightening walls, than pocked his mouth over her bundle of nerves and sucked.
She was gone. Over the edge. All she knew were Soul's fingers, pumping her into oblivion and beyond. Faintly she heard herself screaming his name, his satisfied snarls, before she slumped back to the bed, panting. She hadn't realized how much her back had arched; she felt cramps running through her.
" My turn, Maka." She looked down at his pjama pants and sat up, watching as he unabashedly pulled them off along with his boxers in one go. Tentatively, his Meister reached out and ran her hand along its tip, drawing out a harsh snarl. Curious, she did it again.
" Stop screwing with me!" He gasped, causing her to withdraw her hand. A peek into his soul revealed what he meant. What he wanted; NEEDED.
The horny meister reached down and grasped the base lightly, running her hand up and down causing the albino before her to whimper rather un-coolly. She smirked, and slowly she leaned down and took as much of him as she could into her mouth, bobbing up and down experimentally. He groaned her name, and she becamed determined to make him say it louder.
She picked up the pace, swirling her tounge in circles around the tip and groaning. She got a reaction, but not the one she expected.
He thrust into her mouth and grabbed her ashy hair, panting and wailing her name as he came hard, pumping his load down her throat. She froze, eyes widening, before she slowly drew back, a single white thread connecting her tounge to his rapidly softening member. She looked up at him in disbelief. He came so fast; was this HIS first time too?
" Soul… Did you just force your cock down my throat?"
She watched him squirm and gulp, believing him to be in trouble, before he slowly nodded.
" Good!" She pounced on him, pinning him to the bed as his arm came up around her. The scythe meister blinked sleepily and cuddled into Soul's chest.
" I love you, Soul Eater Evans." She stretched up to kiss him on the lips, pulling away and shaking a finger when he tried to push his tounge into her mouth to resume the dance they had going previously.
" Nuh uh uh. Wait til tomorrow, love."
" but Makaaaaa!" She giggled happily; " Say it, Soul.
" Fine. I love you to." She ran a finger over those perfect, pouting lips. They were FINALLY all hers.
MAY BE CONTINUED!