Here is Chapter 2! It's probably the only chapter that doesn't have that much descriptive hardcore sex in it.

WARNING: A lot of this chapter is sex. Not hardcore sex, but sex nonetheless. You have been warned.


Soul's POV

"I'll see you guys later!" I drove away from the lights of Kid's house and into the darkness of Death City. That feeling still hasn't left me, and I'm worried about what I might walk into when I get home. Why can't I shake the feeling that something horrid has happened to Maka? I go faster, intending to get there in the next five minutes.


Maka's POV

"Ohhh…. Don't… stop…" The words coming out my mouth were not mine. I really want to say "GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU PSYCHO!", but this weird force is keeping me from doing so. I want to scream in pain and struggle. Instead I'm moaning and bucking my hips onto Asura's dick. It really fucking hurts!

"Aaahh, Junketsu is working well. As much as I'd like to test your Junketsu's limits, Soul is due to arrive in about 3 minutes." With one hard thrust, he cums in me. I want to gag and cry in disgust, but instead, I reach my own orgasm and milk his cock dry. "You are the tightest thing I've ever fucked! Sadly, I must be on my way. See you soon!" He disappears, leaving me on the bed covered in cum with my ass in the air. I was too exhausted and in too much pain to do something about it, so I just lay there like that until Soul arrived three minutes later.


Soul's POV

I fly through Maka's door and attempt to take in the sight before me: Maka, naked, sprawled on the bed, covered in white stuff, and crying.

"Sooo… Heeehh eee… hurrr a mooo…" (Soul…. Help me… Hurts to move…)

I pick up her trembling body and cradle her like a baby. "Shhh… Don't cry, Maka. I'm here to protect you now. Think you're up for a bath?" I feel like a bag of shit right now. I'm supposed to be her protector! Yet here she is, beaten up and crying! I'm supposed to be able to sense her emotions! I did sense them, but I just brushed them off and said I was a little drunk. I'm pathetic. I torture myself as I walk Maka to the bathroom. "You want hot or cold water?" She shivers and sobs in my arms, pulling herself closer to me.

"Ooolll… Ooolll…" (Cold… Cold…) My God, she can't even speak properly. She moans and says something I can't understand. I turn the water to coldish luke-warm.

"Shhh, Maka. Please don't try to talk right now. You're badly injured and exhausted. You can sleep while I bathe you. If you want to." Maka has enough strength to look me in the eye and say "No."

"It's not up for debate. You don't have the strength to lift a finger, and this white stuff on you looks stuck on like a second skin. I can't see your skin, so I can't check it for wounds until this shit comes off. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, Maka." Let's just say, I need to learn how to knock on a door and wait for someone's reply. I grab the soap and her washcloth, but before I can touch her, she gives me a look. Stop.

"What's wrong, Maka? Is the water too cold for you?" I follow her gaze to understand. She goes from the washcloth to the towel rack and from my hand to herself. She repeats it just to make sure I got the message.

"You want me to use my hands? Umm… I don't think that's a good idea, Maka. I can get a softer washcloth for you if you're worried this one might hurt you more." She blinks once. No. She shifts her eyes from my hand to the soap to her body. Guess she's made up her mind…

Seeing Maka's naked body and touching it were two completely different things. I mean, I've always wanted to touch her, but under different circumstances. Maka closes her eyes and sighs as I tenderly but thoroughly scrub her from the neck down.

Surprisingly, the white stuff came off easily, except for her breasts and her inner thighs. I don't look at her as I massage and wash her chest, especially when I get to her nipples. Those were particularly hard to clean. I add a bit more soap to my hands and work on her stomach, moving lower to her hips and thighs. Maka has developed an hourglass figure since she fought the Kishin 5 years ago. My hands tentatively rub her inner thighs. Maka's skin feels… bumpy... She flinches and I withdraw immediately, still not looking. "I-I'm s-sorry Maka. I can be more gentle…" She grabs my chin with a shaking hand and slightly tilts it to her before it drops into the tub. I can hear her yell at me, though not out loud.

Soul! Look at me! Look at my body! Are you too afraid to see what's happened to me, or is it something else? I still keep my head turned from her body until she makes a low, guttural noise.

"Maka, why do you-" I stop breathing as my eyes sweep over Maka's body. She's paler than powder and everywhere I've cleaned, I saw cuts, bruises, puncture marks, and blood. Lots of it. It was like the next, more horrific layer of skin that was hiding under that white goo. "Oh my God! Who did this to you?!" I run to find the First Aid kit in Maka's closet and run back to the bathtub. Then I remember I can't put anything on her until she's cleaned and dry. What the fuck happened while I was gone?! I take a deep breath and try to calm down. I don't need Maka panicking. She might start bleeding again. "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention. I just didn't want to see what happened to you because I don't do this type of thing often and I hate seeing you hurt! When you get hurt, I feel like it's my fault! I feel pathetic and not cool because I can't protect my own meister!" Maka is still glaring me down. I do my best to hold her stare and eventually, her gaze softens and she gives me a sad smile and nods in understanding. Her eyes moves to the water knobs and then to my hands.

"Haaat." She's still unable to speak properly. I switch the cold water out for steaming water. She tilts her head back and sighs.

"Why don't you use… whatever you just did in my mind?" She closes her eyes and pretends to snore. Too tired. She opens her eyes again and makes the motion for 'bathe me'. "I hurt you. You didn't flinch until I reached your thighs but I could feel your intense pain wherever I touched you. I don't want to hurt you again." She simply looks from my hand to the soap to her body. "Are you sure? Will you tell me when it hurts too much?" She blinks twice. Yes.


Once I finished cleaning up Maka, I towel dried her and took her to my room. "I'm watching over you until I know you're safe. It'll be easier to do it here. You have too many hiding spots in your room, Maka." Thankfully, she doesn't argue and I finally get the chance to see the full extent of the damage. Goody. I've always wanted to see my meister practically torn to pieces.

Maka had bruises everywhere from her neck to her knees. There were darker, more vicious looking bruises around her breasts, thighs and butt. There were little puncture marks that came in fives. They centered on her hips and ribs. She had bite marks on her neck, breasts, and in between her thighs. She had five long cuts in between her breast and pubic region. She had identical cuts on both her thighs and butt. While I'm bandaging Maka's body, she finds her voice again and talks to me with a heavy slur.

"Wha bou(about) my back? Zit(is it) bad as I think it is? Wha 'm I s'pposed to do wi' all the bruises? D'ya think there's any internal dam'ge? I feel like there is." Guess she's trying to make up for the 3 hours she couldn't talk. Her throat is still swollen. She sounds cute with this slur. But as happy as I am to hear her speak, she should really stay quiet. As I'm wrapping bandages around her inner thighs, she freezes.

"Are you okay Maka? Is it too tight? I'll-" She silences me with a still shaky hand.

"Close your eyes." I look at her in confusion, trying to gauge her suddenly blank face. "Don' ask. Jus' close your eyes!" I can't sense a damn thing in her wavelength. She really is trying to conceal something.

Reluctantly, I shut my eyes. I hear a little shuffle and a rip! as Maka grabs something and rips it. I can feel body heat radiating off of Maka as she wraps up eyes. Then she grabs my hand and places it on her… thigh? I'm unable to sense what I'm touching because Maka's covered in bandages. She murmurs. "Jus' as safe'y precau'on. I trus' you Soul, I really do, buh I feel like curiosity will make you o'en your eyes. Think of it like this; you can keep your hands off the blindfold un'il 'm done, 'll tell you wha happen'd. Are you okay wi' tha?"

I have no choice. I need to know what happened to Maka in her room. It's not like she'll bite my fingers off. "Do as you wish, Maka."

Maka guides my hand lower and a little to the right from where my hand originally sat. Still oblivious, I blindly follow her until she stops at an area that was emitting a damp heat. What is it? What does she want me to do? "Make your hand in'o a fist. Leave your index and middle finger out." I do as she says. "Good. Now keep your fin'ers like tha un'il I tell you to move 'em." I'm shifty with anticipation as Maka grabs my hand again and pulls it towards the heat. What is that? It's so warm… Maka takes a deep breath and pulls my fingers into something hot… and really tight. I gasp in shock and almost pull my fingers out her. What is she trying to get me to do?!

"Maka… What are you doing?"

Maka simply places a finger on my mouth. "Hush. 'll tell you in a mo'ent. Cur' your fin'ers ever so slightly. Wha d'ya feel?" …That's a very odd question. Why would she want to know that? Her hands tighten on mine as I curl my fingers. "Ahh…" She begins to grind against my fingers, wanting more friction. "Wha d'ya feel Soul?" I feel a tight, wet virgin begging to be fucked.

"I feel… smooth walls tightening around my fingers." I take a deep breath to shake dark thoughts from my mind. She's badly injured. She should be sleeping. She's going to need me to keep her up-to-date with school. She shudders. "Rub e'rywhere. Inspect e'ry inh. Moo' your fin'er in as deep as you can." Well, there goes any non-sexual thoughts I might've had. I gladly comply, gently probing her insides. Completely smooth, like the rest of her beautiful skin was before whatever happened…

She's so tight, I could barely move my fingers in her. I curl my fingers and rub a certain spot that makes her buck her hips and moan. My thumb finds her clit and I circle it slowly. She won't last long like this, so I might as well finish it now. I press especially hard on her nub and I feel her squeeze my fingers until I'm forced to stop moving. She moans my name and I feel her squirt on my shirt. An unsteady hand pulls my fingers out.

"O'en up, Soul." Maka sticks my fingers into my mouth. "How do I taste?" Like the best fruit in the world! I reveal all of my sharp teeth in a grin, and I know it turns her on. You're not supposed to be doing that, Soul! You need to remember she's injured, and probably getting tired, and she still hasn't told you what happened! I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and force the probably evident bulge in my jeans goes down. Then, locking up all of my dirty thoughts, I answer her.

"You taste like the sweetest of strawberries." I love eating strawberries almost as much as I love eating souls! I feel Maka sprawl on the bed. She lets out a relieved sigh.

"So Junketsu works after all. I still can't fucking believe it." Judging by how quiet it was, that comment was meant for her thoughts alone. This is my chance!

I jump on her, trapping her body with my own. "Soo… you were going to tell me what happened. What's Junketsu?" Her lusty green eyes morph into orbs of horror.

"Y-you h-h-heard that?! I don't really know how to explain it… At least not without you feeling like a bag of crap." She averted her eyes from mine and a faint blush appears on her face.

"If it's too upsetting for you to talk face-to-face, you can tell me while I'm in the shower. Besides, I already feel like crap for ignoring your emotions and endangering your life." Maka looks down, trying to hide the spreading redness on her face. Her wavelengths are all over the place. What is she thinking?

"Y-yeah. Let's go." She grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. She plops down in a corner by the shower with a heavy sigh. "I'd really don't want to talk about what happened. It's embarrassing and morbid and I still can't understand what happened. But for my safety and sanity, I'll tell you. But I'm not saying a word until you get in the shower." Maka watches me with curious eyes, as if she's planning to watch me undress.

I shift uncomfortably under her gaze. "Ummm… Maka? Can you…" I trail off, feeling self-conscious. She cocks her head and flashes me an eerie smile. Her pupils dilate until her forest green eyes disappear.

"Don't be shy Soul. I want to watch you strip. Think of it as me getting even for all the times you've walked in on me naked." My cheeks warm as I remember forgetting to knock and see her naked, usually reading a book… That she eventually throws at me for seeing her body. I thought we agreed to never speak of that! (For the sake of her dignity) This is definitely not Maka. What's happened to her?


Maka's POV

"Don't be shy Soul. I want to watch you strip. Think of it as me getting even for all the times you've walked in on me naked." Oh my God. Someone tell me I didn't say that. This thing keeps taking over my body and saying the exact opposite of what I want to say. I've been paying attention to when it takes over and I really don't like it. Whatever's inside me takes over whenever anything remotely sexual presents itself. Like when Asura raped me before Soul came home. Or earlier, when I was curious about whether Junketsu would've healed me there (I really didn't mean to let him finger me like that! I was just wondering if my insides were back to normal again!).

I struggle and scream on the inside while the creature takes control of my body. I have to resist! I may not know what the fuck it is, or how to fight it, but maybe I can hold it off with sheer will! I can still see Soul, and I think he's finally figured out that it's not me talking. "Who are you and what have you done with Maka?" His gaze chills me to the bone; he thinking up something wicked and he can't wait to try it.

I feel myself smile. "Soul, I just want to have a little fun! I know you want to as well. Can you blame me for wanting you?" She's talking about what happened almost five minutes ago. Ground swallow me up now. I really hope Soul doesn't fall for it. He holds my gaze for thirty seconds before relaxing. Jinxed it. Damn it all to hell.

Soul walks to the shower, turns it on, and now with his back facing me, begins to undress. When he gets to his jeans, I feel myself creep forward. Like hell you will! My body movements slow as I fight to stay still. I growl angrily at the thing controlling my body. Soul turns his head to glance at me. "Maka, are you-" I force the thing down long enough to speak. I had an idea, and it better fucking work. "S-s-soul… Get i-in… t-the sh-sh-shower!" He takes off his underwear, and I have enough control to divert my eyes. No need to provoke this creature any more than I have to. When Soul finally steps into shower, the thing inside me stops fighting; it disappears like a blown-out candle. I collapse back into my corner with a heavy sigh. Well, it worked, but I don't know if it's a sure way to defeat the thing. I eliminated any chance for sex when Soul closed the shower door… I think.

"Okay, I'm in the shower. Tell me everything that's happened. And don't leave anything out!"


I spent almost an hour talking, starting from when Asura popped up until what was happening when the creature tried to take over my body. Soul had turned off the water half way through but thankfully stayed in the shower until I finished. I'm staring at the floor, flushed with embarrassment. Soul shouldn't always have to come to my rescue; I need to train harder! "Maka…" Soul's voice is strained and I have a sudden feeling that he's about to cry.

I rush to the shower door and yank it open. The anger and sadness on his face morph into surprise. "Maka, what are you-" I wrap my arms around him, and pull him close to my body for comfort. "Soul, I'm sorry for being too weak to defend myself. It's not your fault though. I just haven't been training as much as I should be. I know your probably thinking I can't be let out of your sight, and with this situation, it's true. I won't feel safe without you, but once we send Asura to the deepest pits of hell for good, you're going to have to let me be more independent. And please don't beat yourself up if I get hurt. Usually it's my fault, but-" Soul cuts me off. I look up at him. He's dark red down to his neck. I'm suddenly aware that I'm hugging Soul and he's naked.

I shriek and jump back 5 feet. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I forgot that you were naked and you sounded really upset and I figured you needed a hug I wasn't trying to do anything to you itsjustyouhavealotonyourmindand-" Soul silences me again by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulls me into a hug, careful not to touch me with his junk. "This must've been really embarrassing for you. It's an embarrassing conversation for me too. We avoid sex-related topics like it's the plague. Now that Asura has come back from the dead to give your body to the devil, we're going to be facing a lot of sex. You are going to have to adapt. I'm not saying you need to have sex every day. I mean you're going to have to get used to talking about sex, and seeing another man's penis. I will be your trainer and your training begins now. You're training will be complete when you're able to deny me." He hugs me a little tighter, our hips briefly connect and I feel his incredible size. Even soft, Soul's cock is massive! I feel a sudden urge to reach out and find out how big Soul is when he's hard. It's the creature! I must suppress it! I quickly stomp down all physical dirty thoughts and the creature went away. That was easier than I expected.

"W-what do I start with, Soul?" My voice cracks nervously. Soul may be somewhat immune to this, but I can't keep my thoughts from going south and the creature might seize that chance and hijack me. You really don't want to know what I'm thinking about. Those are dark thoughts are meant for me and me alone.

"Just relax. You're tenser than you are during a fight. I won't hurt you or take advantage of you, so just take a few deep breaths and relax into my arms." I breathe in deeply, trying to ignore the fact that he's naked. I inhale the lovely smell of fresh cinnamon soap. This is the scent of safety. The scent of home…

I forget that he's naked again and wrap my hands around his waist. With a deep sigh, my muscles relax. "You smell amazing Soul. It makes me feel happy." Soul grins, revealing all of his sharp teeth. Something about that turns me on…

"Good. Now let's go back to my room so I can get dressed."


"Alright, get undressed; I need to check your bandages." Soul watches me pull my shorts off. It was the only thing that didn't hurt to put on. I don't feel any soreness taking them off… I don't feel sore at all. Now I'm practically naked, covered only by almost see-through strips of cotton. Soul is only in his underwear. My thoughts plummet quickly and I'm ashamed of myself for being so damn perverted. He slowly unwraps the bandages, revealing my smooth, pale skin. "Maka? Do you think it's Junketsu's doing?" I quickly nod my head, unable to look him in the eyes. All I can think about is how good it would feel if Soul bent me over his bed and fucked me. And these thoughts aren't even coming from the creature within me…

I'm now ass-naked, standing in front of Soul. Soul's only in boxers, studying my body like it's a museum. A museum he's hasn't truly explored… He leans in close, grabs my chin and forces me too look him in the eyes. He has a wicked gleam in them and a big smirk on his face. He's doing this on purpose! If this is supposed to be training, why do I feel like I'm just being teased?

"What's wrong, Maka? You're entire body has taken on an interesting shade of red." Little bastard. I have no choice but to take a deep breath and keep my voice even. Voice cracks show weakness and give hints to how much I want to jump him right now.

"Nothing. Just a little tired."

"Really? I never knew this-" He runs a finger across my hardened nipples "- happened before you went to bed." This man is really enjoying screwing with my mind.

"Um… yeah, you're usually asleep before me and we um… we live in separate rooms… It's actually a little uncomfortable." His fingers trace my nipples lazily. Do I really have to deny him? I just want him to touch me everywhere…

"Uncomfortable you say? How about I help you get them soft?" Soul leans down capture my nipple in his mouth. I quickly stifle a moan and try to relax myself. Oh God, I don't want to say no.

"Soul, s-s-st-st- what are you doing?" I can't say it. I refuse to say it. Asura and Soul are two completely different people and it's a hell of a lot easier to say no to Asura than it is to Soul. I shiver as his tongue circles and flick my tits.

"Wet things make hard things soft, right?"

"Sometimes wet things make hard things harder. Wouldn't you agree, Soul?" My hands trail down his beautifully sculptured chest but before I can slip my hands into his boxers, he backs off.

"Bad girl. You were supposed to step away before I could even touch you." Is he really immune to what he's doing to me?! Damn him! I cross my arms and stare him down.

"What if I don't want to Soul? I don't think I can do this type of training with you. You and I know that I would let you do anything to me and I would fucking love it." Soul goes over to his dresser and pulls out underwear… my underwear…

"That doesn't matter. You need to fight your sexual desires. Even if I provoke you. A lot. If you can say no to me, then I know we can kick Asura's ass. I'm not saying you would give yourself to him." He tosses me my panties. "Put those on. Don't ask why I have them. I'm saying you need to fight Junketsu. If you can suppress it when you're with the man you desire the most, then you can do it when you're with the man you desire the least. Anyway, you've had a long day. Let's get some sleep." I slide into bed with Soul's arms wrapped around my waist. "Good night, Maka."

"Night, Soul." I try to ignore that I'm topless and his fingers are just below my breasts and settle into a fitful slumber.


I should rename this story and call it Here's What Lies In Fiolee's Twisted Mind.

I'm going to update this story every 8 days. I should be posting my Music and Sex remake by the end of the month.

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