She was literally taken aback. Maka stood there motionless and dumbfounded, looking at Soul as if a second head had sprouted from his shoulders. She had not expected this turn of events. If he hadn't been the one to shatter the foundations of her sanity right then, one might think her father had just announced to the world a vow of unwavering celibacy with how utterly stupefied she became in that moment.
"W-what?"
"You heard me." The purple plaything still whirred vivaciously in his grasp. "Get rid of it. We won't be needing it."
"We? Soul, you've got to be kiddi-!"
He pushed through her bubble, towering over her petite form as she remained recumbent and compliant upon the couch. As he knelt to meet her face, Maka's heart raced, thrumming and racing so quickly that her heightened breath felt warm and vibrant upon his cheek. His lips and fangs ghosted over the surface of her neck and collarbone in a slow and agonizing pattern that left her speechless, his mouth refusing to make direct contact with the glorious contours of her skin just yet. Pushing the shoulder strap of her top aside, he continued to tease her up and down with ethereal caresses and featherlike ministrations until his tongue finally grazed against that sensitive place behind her ear — that susceptible patch of skin that always sent her reeling into high-pitched moans and sighs as she recoiled at his mercy.
Once that confirmation passed her lips, she realized she was a goner.
Continuing to thoroughly lather her neck and shoulder with scrupulous attention as a distraction, Soul pushed her back to recline completely on the couch beneath them. Grabbing her legs beneath the knee, he pulled her lower half to the edge of the seat until her butt remained teetering on the edge of the polyester abyss. Their lips met as he covered her form with his, tongues dancing and intertwining as he sank down on top of her. She moaned again at the feeling of his semi-erection coming to life between her legs. She remained oblivious to his intentions until he tore his lips away so that he could see his hand take the waistband of her shorts and begin to pull slowly downward. Realizing that the vibrator was still active in his other hand, the momentary passion-filled haze she'd been hiding behind diminished in a spark of immediate realization. She panicked.
"Soul…wait…" She grabbed his hand to halt his movements, but he only tugged harder, managing to get the shorts down to her knees before she really started protesting. "…c'mon…no…"
Pushing against his chest, she attempted to make him stop by putting some distance between her nether regions and that…THING. Soul sensed some of her indignation through the link, and with the way her words and actions were screaming that his meister was just a wee bit frightened about the prospect of putting that…THERE, he decided that changing tactics might be the best plan when considering Maka's modesty…and his safety, for that matter. He clicked the device off and placed it next to her on the couch. With the offending instrument silent and pushed aside for the moment, he felt some of Maka's tension and nervousness subside as his lips returned to meet hers once more.
"Why does your soul feel afraid?" he whispered between kisses.
"Not…" was all he managed to make out of her minimalistic response.
"Liar."
The shorts suddenly went by the wayside as he pulled her prone form to the edge of the couch again. She gasped and attempted to prevent the removal of that particular article of clothing, but to her dismay, she had to wish her bottoms a final farewell as Soul's blade arm sliced them into many, many tiny irrecoverable pieces.
"Soul!"
"Yes, Maka?" he smirked before his tongue ran languidly up a smooth, supple thigh. She squeaked in response and attempted to close her legs against the torturous invasion, her eyes drawn to his crimson ones like a lustful magnet. He squeezed her thighs affectionately and continued to run light kisses up and down her leg in order to provide some means of solace. If only she would just relax…but that might be asking too much of his apprehensive meister.
He chuckled out loud, though partially to himself. "Still shy, huh?"
She didn't answer with words, but the way her legs clamped together and her cheeks became rosily flushed was all the answer he needed to confirm any suspicions. They'd been together in the bedroom a fair number of times at that point in their relationship, but Maka constantly proved a challenge to take any sort of initiative where her own pleasure was concerned. She had no problem catering to his needs. She would be the first to rip off his pants and see to it that he was taken care of good and proper, but when it came to foreplay or anything that involved herself being the center of attention, the shy girl in his normally feisty meister came floating to the surface. He found it unbelievably sexy and adoringly cute, but it proved rather difficult in allowing the scythe to show her just how much she meant to him…and how much he really wanted to take her new "item" for a test drive right then.
If he was going to get anywhere, he would have to take things nice and slow…completely contrary to his usually succinct and saucy demeanor.
His fingers slowly danced up her legs and around her hips, a wraithlike massage that barely made contact with her sensitive skin. Maka moaned at the sensation, in part out of nervousness and another because it felt divine. Those magic digits traveled up her torso and around her back in a sort of half hug that caused her to further relax back into the couch. He continued running feather-soft caresses across her back and sides, but when his daring hands meandered a little too close to her midsection, she jumped and giggled into his neck.
Oh shit…
He looked at her with the most mischievous grin. "What?"
"Tickles…"
"Oh really…?"
Maka launched out of her seat as those nimble fingers worked their magic on the sensitive skin of her midriff. To his amusement, she squirmed and laughed, trying to escape his personal torture. Using only his thumbs, he dug them hard into her sides, sending her into a fit of giggles and begging for mercy. She retaliated by pushing against his chest with her foot, but his response was to assault the skin of that limb, as well, grasping her around the ankle with his strong hand and attacking the most sensitive spots around the bases of her toes.
"Sto-stop, Soul! C'mon, I mean it!"
He did as she asked, halting his ministrations to her feet and moving his face to meet hers in a heated kiss that made her head spin and heart flutter inside her chest. This mish-mash of sensations her weapon constantly brought forth from inside his meister always simultaneously confused, fascinated, and aroused her to no end. How did he do it? What was the secret? Did he hold some certain power over her mind and body? Or was the reason she succumbed to his attentions body and soul simply due to the fact that it was him commanding those moans and gasps from her prostrate form? How could she be a giggling mess in one instant and a mindless pool of sexually-tensioned goop the next?
She was convinced she'd probably never know. And frankly, she didn't care as his hands once again ran up and down her thighs, merely dancing closer and closer to the nether region where she demanded his touch the most. She didn't notice as he maneuvered the purple menace from its position beside her, placing it unnoticed between her legs in preparation for what was to come. Her shirt went the same way as her shorts, being instantly cut to shreds by Soul's arm-turned-scythe, leaving her naked and exposed before him on the seat.
Her eyes suddenly expressed both extreme arousal and nervousness. His lips, tongue, and hands worked the inside of her thighs all over again, loosening the tension of her leg muscles and putting both her, and himself, in that happy place where nothing else mattered except his attention to her skin. Those powerful and evil hands spread her wide, massaging responsive muscle mere inches away from her pleasure center. Those sharp and deadly fangs plucked at her skin hungrily and with vigor, sending shivers up her spine and leaving slight red welts on the planes of nearly-white satin skin in their wake.
"Open. Wider." The command was useless, because his hands were suddenly further up her thighs, prying her legs apart and holding them there with the width of his chest. Face flushed and feeling incredibly embarrassed about being so exposed, Maka whimpered when he moved and once again reached for that certain object to place it obliquely against her labia majora. She squeaked like a mouse and jumped, her butt flying straight off the couch in surprise.
"Cold!"
He looked at the menace inquisitively. "Is it?" Rubbing it against her quickly-moistening opening, she shivered and unconsciously spread her legs wider. Despite being extremely aroused and receptive at the prospect of what Soul was planning, Maka silently wondered how on Earth this thing was going to fit. Not that Soul was lacking for anything, but this particular object was much bigger than the scythe in question…not that its owner was complaining, either. Soul felt the apprehension through the bond and seceded that something must be done.
At the sight that followed, Maka felt she could literally melt. Or burst into flames. Or jump into a raging volcano and be completely annihilated by a wild inferno of blazing fire and still be happy at what she witnessed in that moment. Whichever best reflected the look of utter desire and excitement at the vision of the long, erect member passing Soul's lips and entering the cavern of his oral orifice. His mouth completely encompassing the object nearly to the hilt, Maka nearly keeled when he deep-throated the thing, moving his head up and down against its surface, completely drenching it in saliva and sticky moisture. Meeting her heated gaze, nothing in Maka's life had ever been hotter than the way Soul was working that object in and out, over and over again repeatedly, until it was thoroughly soaked and ready for further action. Maka nearly swooned at the loud popping sound it made when the tip passed through his lips with a smack. Had that really just happened? Had her weapon just inadvertently let known his possible bisexual tendencies on a piece of purple rubber?
That thought was thrown to the wayside as he once again positioned that rigid member at her entrance. Still sensing a bit of uneasiness despite his previous action, Soul began rubbing her sweet spot thoroughly with the object in question. When it glossed over the nub positioned at the top of her entrance, the subsequent "ah!" and twitch of her legs on either side of him let him know that she was anything but uncomfortable. He chose that moment to turn it on, sending a wave of vibrations straight to her place of desire. Maka moaned and opened her legs wider, wordlessly inviting her scythe to continue with his devious plans.
"It's going in," he stated matter-of-factly. "Don't tense. Relax."
She nodded. She was grateful in that moment that she wasn't a virgin, but despite having some experience in the art of down and dirty sex, Maka was still unprepared for the sensation that followed. As the purple menace sank slowly into her soaking depths, the tip easing past her pelvic bone and the main girth of the shaft hitting that sensitive place inside that left her moaning and gasping his name, the culmination of these sensations and the unfamiliar jolt of the vibrations coursing through her nether regions made it impossible for her to hold back any longer. There was an awful pinch and a substantial amount of pain, but she would be damned if she didn't admit to herself that it was beginning to feel damn good. Still, Soul wasn't having any of that resistance. His tongue went straight for her clit, his left hand going directly for her hip in order to keep her midsection from flying too far off the couch.
The elevation of her hips off the seat allowed the object in his hands to sink even deeper inside her. The angle provided even greater mobility in allowing Soul to thrust it in and out, and having her clitoris right there at his face was more than just convenient. Her hips thrust into his face hard, and her gasps, moans, and screams of only his name drowned out any sound coming from the object embedded in her snatch. Never before had she felt so full, so stretched, so mind-bogglingly filled to glorious capacity. She could feel it touch her cervix with each pull out and retraction back in. Her body was swelling with immeasurable ecstasy.
For Soul, there was nothing sexier than seeing his beloved Maka impaling something at this angle. With her lower body elevated and her feet pushing off against him with every stroke, he could look straight up her prostrate form and see every fluid motion, every thrust of her hips, and every square inch of the object as it disappeared and reappeared from inside her depths with every thrust. Her head was thrown to the side in glorious passion, eyes squeezed nearly shut yet trying to keep his gaze, and he could tell she was nearly at her breaking point because not even his name could complete itself on her lips anymore.
"You're so hot like this, Maka," he said in the gruffest voice he'd ever heard himself make. "This is what it looks like when I'm inside you? It's the best sight in the world." He sped up his strokes, and her hips sped up to meet his pace, her rear still elevated nearly a foot above the edge of the couch cushion. "Does it feel good?"
"Ye-ye-yes!" Her mind was so clouded and her body so near completion that she could hardly form a coherent sentence without coming outright. "Faster, Soul…please!"
"As you wish, my meister." The pace sped up again, and Maka reached out her arms to grip his upper body tightly. She needed to touch him, to feel him, use him to remain grounded and prevent herself from flying off into the internal abyss of space. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, bringing her face to meet his and crashing their lips together in a glorious union resembling the one they'd made with their bodies on more than one occasion. It wasn't Soul she was connected to physically at that moment, but a piece of synthetic material. However, their Souls were still connected in a bond that was closer than any other, and even though it wasn't Soul buried between her legs, he could still sense the intense feelings coursing through her being directly through the bond. It was wild, it was frightful, and it was downright intense how closely their wavelengths were integrated. He feared if he had actually been one with her in that moment, his soul would have been completely annihilated by the feedback alone.
"Are you coming, Maka?"
Her hips continued to grind into the object in his hand. "Yeee-eeess!"
He could literally feel the moment she came before her vocalizations confirmed it. Her body went rigid and completely tight. She gripped him in her arms like a vice, and his name in his ear, admittedly, was the second hottest thing that occurred that evening. She rode out the waves until they finally released her exhausted form from their grasp, still engulfing Soul's head in her arms as she attempted to reintroduce her lungs to some much-needed air. He sat up to see her bare form collapsed onto the sofa, arm covering her eyes and skin flushed pink with almost fitful rapture. He decided in that moment that all the intensely delicious images he'd seen over the course of the past fifteen minutes would have to be repeated. Multiple times. In a variety of positions and places. And SOON.
He kneeled down to meet her gaze beneath the makeshift shelter of her arm. Completely embarrassed and satiated, she drove her head beneath the pillow ornamenting her side of the sofa to keep her hidden from his scrutinizing gaze. Soul decided that the only thing hotter than sexed-up Maka was embarrassed and sexually-frustrated Maka. And being the cool guy that he was, he could milk those images for all they were worth.
"Good grief, Maka, you soaked the couch!"
Okay, NOW it wasn't possible for her to get any redder.
He was met with a face full of pillow and an image of what looked like Maka in tomato form. He chuckled and found it surprisingly easy to dodge her attempted punches to his face. Catching her in mid-swing, he pulled her naked form into his arms and brought her face to meet his once again.
"Let's go soil another room. Yours or mine?"