David traced the back of hand across the edge of Maka's face.
"You're so beautiful." he said softly, turning his palm to caress the slender curve of her jaw. She crooned as a hand slide up the side of her thigh, pushing her robe gently to the side.
"David?" she asked, pausing as her face turned a cherry pink. "Be gentle? It's my first time." David smiled, taking her lips up to his, and then his to her forehead.
"I love you. Of course I'll treat you like the precious gift you are."
Maka beamed, eager in the moment. Her boyfriend was older, and more experienced, but kind and with good intent. Maka laid back on the satin sheeted bed in the motel the two of them had rented on another name. She smiled again, untying the robe to finally reveal what had been previously very well left to the imagination.
Two pert breasts fell free across her chest as Davids smooth skin pressed down upon hers. He looked into her eyes deeply, almost trying to look for something that he wasn't sure was there. He wanted to kiss her again, but he still wanted ogle her form. He controlled himself, allowing one hand to curl it's fingers into her hair, while the other trailed her milky curves, searching for a place to land. Grabbing into the curves of her tight, pale ass, he kissed her deeply, moving on to her neck, trailing kisses up and and down as he kneaded her soft flesh with his hand.
Soul pounded on the glass that separated him from the love of his life and the chance to stop her. She didn't seem to notice, or she didn't seem to care. Soul pounded a fist as he watched the man he had only recently started dating slowly enter his beloved girlfriend.
"Maka? Maka!"
She continued, accepting the kisses and the advances of David and his member, which was clearly larger than Soul's by almost comedic proportions.
"Oh my god. David. I."
Every word was a nail down the chalkboard in Soul's ears.
As he was lost in the effort to block out the sounds, he hadn't noticed when they shifted into another scenario completely. David sat at the edge of the bed, knees spread on the opposite sides of Maka.
"I don't really know what to do." She admitted reluctantly. He nodded in understanding and offered her his sincerest help.
"Take it into your mouth. Don't use teeth." He groaned as he obeyed. Soul was seething. "Now choke on it, whore."
Soul snapped up, pounded on the glass again.
"Maka!" He shouted again, but she still didn't seem to recognise his presence. She took David into her mouth again, trying not to cry. He grinned ruefully, grabbing again a fistful of hair, jerking her head down and up again forcefully and repeatedly. Soul's fist was nearly bleeding from punching and attacking the wall between him and his love.
David pulled Maka back one last time.
"Get ready for the money shot, bitch."
Darkness, and suddenly light.
Soul woke up on the sofa, Maka, cleaned faced leaning over him.
"Soul, baby?" His eyes were bleary, but he was clearly relieved. "Are you alright?" she asked, genuinely worried about him and his head injuries.
"Yeah," He paused, looking at her face and eyes, "I'm alright.". He faked a weak grin and sat up.
"Lay back down." She demanded, straddling his pride and joy while tearing off her button up shirt. "Don't you want me?" she said, low and seductive.
"Of course." She smiled at his reply, having lured him in.
"Would you do anything for me?" She asked, using the same tone that sounded raunchy and very sexy in his ears. The way that her small breasts were lifted and squeezed tightly into the lacy black bra was something that caused Soul to feel uncomfortable in the pants he still wore.
"Of course." She smiled almost sickly.
"I was hoping you would say that." David stepped from behind the sofa, wearing nothing but a towel covering his again, comedically sized manhood. Soul's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He tried to look away, but he couldn't help but take in the form of the the tall, tanned figure whose erect dick was currently draped in one of the plush towels form Maka's bathroom. He didn't want to admit it, but he almost wanted him.
Maka pressed into his chest, laying with her neck craned to kiss him. Her blond pony tales hanging down, tickling Soul's ears. Everything was perfect. The feel of her skin on his, the couch pressing up and their combined weighed down into it. Soul had forgotten the presence of the foreign invader. He was blissfully ignorant, until he felt a hand, slowly creeping up his leg, starting at the foot.
He exited the kiss, opening his eyes to stare at Maka, who was smiling at him impishly. She sat up again, sitting proudly atop the mound in Soul's pajamas.
"David and I would like to try something new." She said, buttering his ears with the tone of her vile, nasty words. "We want to incorporate you."
Soul recoiled instantly, sitting up again, suddenly finding himself at eye level with the massive member of the man he despised. He couldn't deny, that it looked somehow smooth, and yet intimidating. Again, he wouldn't admit to even himself that he might have wanted it.
Suddenly, the fist was again in someone's hair, but this time it was his. Maka made easy work of his boxers. He felt her nimble fingers, cradling, fondling and stimulating the lower region of his manhood. He could feel himself getting close, building quickly, too quickly. Again, with no prior warning, the hand in his hair tightened and pulled his attentions away from the wonderful feeling his girlfriend was giving him.
"Open up." A deep voice said. Of course it was David, and of course his voice was deeper than his. Soul didn't really want to, but he also couldn't help himself.
"That's perfect." David groaned, pulling Soul onto him. Of all the things Soul could have done, leaning in gratefully was not one that he expected himself to do. His junk lept in Maka's palm, as he took David into his mouth. He liked it, he wanted both of them.
"Do you like that?" David asked, smiling down cruelly. Soul didn't want to say anything.
"Well?" He demanded, tugging sharply on the fistful of his snowy hair.
"Yes." He couldn't believe he said it.
"Then say it, goddamn it." He pulled the hair stronger, threatening to uproot it.
"Yes, I fucking want it."
Maka laughed as her fiance pounded her ex-boyfriends face. Soul eventually finished as the two of them pushed him over the edge, and back into reality.
Soul woke up. Panting, breathing heavy on the floor of he and girlfriends floor.
