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CHAPTER 3

A new ritual of sorts was born from that night on. Kill the kishin-egg, come home, shower, then wait for Maka to take her shower before coming into his room. Words were rarely exchanged as he would settle onto his back as his cock pointed towards the ceiling. Maka would take her place on the side of his bed and begin to gently run her cool hand up and down his length until he was sufficiently excited before taking the bottle of lotion and squirting a generous amount of liquid into her hand. Then just as she had done week after week, she could jerk him into a moaning frenzy until he came all over her hand. Though, he would think with some pride, his staying power had been gradually increasing, not that Maka ever showed any signs of exhaustion. She was a scythe meister and she would always be able to handle his weapon be it a scythe tearing through a kishin, or his cock cradled in her tiny hand.

However, just as Soul's ritual was destined to be interrupted by Maka so destined was this one to be interrupted by... habit.

Pulling her hand from Soul's erection Maka grabbed the lotion bottle with practiced ease and depressed the nozzle.

Nothing happened.

Brow creasing she repeated the action, pressing again and again but still no white liquid came forth. Frowning slightly she put the bottle back down on the bedside table before turning back to Soul. "You're out of lotion."

"Oh." Soul licked his lips as Maka's hand returned to his cock, gently moving up and down against the sensitive flesh. "Well that's okay. I mean, it's not like one night is going to kill me or anything. Right?"

Maka nodded, hand still moving as Soul being to stir beneath her. Though she was not doing it on purpose, she had never teased him like this before. It had always been almost like a business meeting. She would come in, jerk him off, then leave. But this, this was tortuous as she continued to think.

"Do we need the lotion?"

"Well, no." Soul panted. "It's just... uh... it's just easier when it... you know."

"When it's wet." Maka breathed as an idea began to worm its way into her mind. A very deviant idea that seemed to be stirring a fire inside of her already needy sex.

Despite Soul's quiet insistence, and obvious body language, that Maka was indeed already quite skilled in the art of the hand job, half assing things was not in her nature. It was with this thought in her mind that Maka had found herself looking up porn on her laptop late one night.

Some of it was ridiculous. How could that even feel good? And who made noises like that during sex? It was completely unrealistic. And who would ever put that THERE? Though the woman did seem to be enjoying it...

It had been nearly an overwhelming amount of information to process but eventually, after hours of fascinated clicking, she had found her way to her prime destination. It seemed there was a genre for everything and that included hand jobs. There were lessons, tutorials, even diagrams showing different grips and positions. For the most part she ignored these because despite what she saw, they all seemed to get the same reaction. It hadn't taken her long to decide she wasn't going to need much more information that she had already gleaned from her nights with Soul when a thumbnail had caught her eye. She had fully planned on ignoring it, it was probably just another inflated blow up doll screaming obscenities as a balding man with a large penis contorted her into grotesque positions, but in the end curiosity got the best of her.

The video was not like the many others she had scene. It was obviously filmed with a personal camera, maybe even a phone and for some reason... for some reason it suddenly felt so much more intimate. Without realizing it she had soon leaned forward until she was only inches from the screen, watching as an average looking girl pumped her small hand over her boyfriend's cock. Maka watched as she gave a loving smile and planted a large kiss on the head before enveloping it in her mouth. She heard the man off screen let out a soft moan as his girlfriend continued to work more and more of his cock into her mouth before pulling off and moving her hand back into position. Truth be told, Maka probably would have watched the entire video if she had not heard Soul suddenly stumble out of his room and towards the kitchen. Face a painful shade of red she had exited the video and launched herself onto her bed, pulling the covers tightly over her.

In the safe darkness of her room her hormone driven mind had raced. It wasn't sex, exactly, right? Not that she would ever do that with Soul, because that would cross the line. It would simply be too intimate and she was not intimate with Soul.

...

Well maybe they had been standing closer since the... incident. And maybe she found herself watching him more often than she should. And it wouldn't be far-fetched to say she looked forward to their ritual far more than she should... but still that would be crossing a line... right?

These thoughts continued to battle though her mind until Soul let out a shuddering moan. Glancing up at him she watched as his fingers curled and uncurled the sheets and his eyes screwed shut in bliss. Decision made, she leaned forward and with a lick of her lips, kissed the head of his cock.

The reaction was immediate.


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