Clothes Sex, Sleep sex, Cum eating, Mind break, "Bed Wetting"

There were a lot of things Maka prided herself on knowing how to deal with, she'd been in dozens of situations that had tested her to the absolute limits dozens of times before… but as she gazed at a thick pillar of meat with a bundle of pink curls at its base waving in the air between a pair of pale thighs she found she had absolutely no idea what to do.

"S-something wrong Maka?" She blinked and snapped her eyes up to meet Crona's confused and frightened ones, her startling speed making him flinch reflexively.

She wet her dry lips and swallowed as she struggled to keep her eyes from dropping down again. "W-w-why are you naked?" Her hands balled up in her frilly nightgown that only reached a bit below her hips as she fought against the urge.

"I always sleep like this," he looked down and Maka's eyes naturally followed, a shudder going through her as they fell to his nonsensical girth once more. "It gets really hot if I wear clothes in beds, I don't know how to deal with it…" he rubbed at his arm a bit as he answered. "I-Is that wrong?" He suddenly locked up, afraid once again. "Is that not right?"

Considering the fact that she had only invited him to sleep with her so he didn't have nightmares like he had on the couch… Damn Medusa! Damn her for never telling him about such things because she only saw him as a tool! An innocent little… thick… smelly… hot… big-

"Maka?" She blinked again, looking up from Crona's soft length, her lips a tight line as she shook her head quickly.

"It's fine," why did she say that? "You didn't do anything wrong Crona," he didn't, but he really did but- why did this have to be so difficult?!

"Are you sure?" He looked at her with worry and it melted her heart.

He had no idea how wrong this all was… "It's okay Crona," it couldn't be that bad could it? Just letting him sleep here with her, it didn't mean anything even if he was nude with that thing… "L-let's just go to sleep okay?" She suggested, slipping beneath the sheets quickly and facing away from the boy.

This was fine, it was okay she thought as Crona turned the lights off, slid into the bed and… slowly hugged her from behind. Maka repressed the squeak from leaving her throat as Crona's thick heat pressed into the back of her legs, the girth pressing into the skin of her thighs lightly. This was fine, nothing wrong with this, nothing sexual, nothing bad, Crona was just hugging her because she was his best friend, this was fine.

"Thank you Maka," she could only nod, terrified of what may come out of her mouth if she opened it as the boy nuzzled into her from behind, his chin settling into the crook of her neck as he held her like a teddy. "This feels nice," he mumbled lowly, curling around her ever so slightly, his hold gentle yet powerful.

She cursed the fact that today had to have such a warm night, forcing her to wear such thin material to bed, forcing her into such a situation as heat bled into her back from Crona's thin yet inconspicuously toned chest. One of her hands came up to cover her mouth as the boy's breathing settled into a low rhythm right into her ear, the hot air sending tingles across her spine. She still couldn't stop herself from letting out a startled whimper as something suddenly pressed deeper into her legs, something hot hard and getting bigger.

"C-Crona?" She whispered, trying to shift and glance back only for the boy to unconsciously grumble and hug her tighter, the thing poking her from behind throbbing in response and rising up.

That wasn't what she thought it was, she lied to herself, that wasn't Crona's… it couldn't be, it wasn't his- penis! She screamed in her mind as another throb pushed the thing all the way through her clenched thighs to lay itself flat against her panties. Another grumble from behind came followed by another startled squeak from the Meister as a bundle of hair was sandwiched between Crona's pelvis and Maka's doughy bottom as he shifted in his peaceful sleep, pulling her body closer into his.

This couldn't be happening Maka thought to herself with a crooked smile on her face as Crona shifted his hips back only to unconsciously buck forward, drawing out a weak gasp of breath from the girl as his length traveled between her increasingly damp thighs across her clothed sex. She kept telling herself that even as the boy reared back again just to repeat the action, a low groan leaving the girl as the thick meaty pole throbbed between her reflexively crushing thighs. Crona was not jacking himself off in his sleep with her thighs, Crona's penis was not rubbing against her with just a strip of cloth between them right now and she was not getting wet! HER THIGHS WERE JUST SWEATING BECAUSE IT WAS HOT!

She could keep lying to herself all she wanted, but in the end nature gave way to the truth as another grown left her, a shuddering gasp leaving her lips as Crona's angle suddenly shifted, his length pressing right against a hard button poking through Maka's underwear. She whimpered and mewled unwittingly as the sleeping boy thrust up again, the entirety of his blazing girth rubbing her aching clit raw through her now clearly drenched panties.

It was sweat, it was only sweat, she wasn't enjoying this, she wasn't getting off to shy sweet innocent naive Crona doing something so perverse to her, she wasn't like that. It didn't make her whole body hot, it didn't make her take breath after shaky breath of hot musky Crona flavored air as the boy happily buried his nose further into her neck, it didn't make a spot deep inside her belly ache and spasm and cry out with each new thrust that dragged itself along her bundle of nerves.

She didn't like it as the boy's hips began to pick up speed, didn't love the feeling of veins pumping against the skin of her thighs, didn't imagine that thick mushrooms sized tip she felt poking between her thighs instead of ramming deep inside her where it belonged. She didn't feel utter bliss as it continued to pick up, didn't feel the urge to peel her panties to the side and guide that pungent odor spewing battering ram of a tip to ruin her completely. She didn't suddenly chomp down on her lip and lock up with a squeal as her body came undone, staining Crona's cock with a dam's worth of her release as one final thrust followed.

Crona's unconscious arms locked around her almost possessively as she quivered and shook beneath his touch, her drenched cunt burning with needs as the cock beneath it blazed with sexual fire then began to spew. Maka trembled with each throb that actively spread her thighs with each thick rope of semen which splattered beneath the blankets with enough force to move them, her lids falling halfway as a mind numbing stench filled her nose. What if that had been inside her? She wondered as he continued to buck and launch blast after blast of cum into the growing pile beneath her sheets.

She didn't want that… she didn't want to know what would happen if she let that get inside her, she lied as her trembling hands unwittingly moved lower to reach between her thighs. She didn't want that thick jizz inside of her body, she didn't want to feel it coat her insides all the way, she fibbed as her hands gently gripped the still burning hot pole throbbing beneath her. She didn't want to taste it she told herself, she didn't want to know the flavor of the bubbling sperm even as she scraped some from his inflamed tip.

"Don't put it on your tongue," she whispered out loud as she lifted her hand up. "Don't t-taste it," she stuttered as the musky scent sneaked through her nose as she pressed the slimy digits to her lips. "I'm not a pervert…" she whimpered, tears pricking her eyes even as they rolled up in blissful rapture the moment her semen stained fingers pressed against her tongue.

A violent orgasm ripped through Maka's body, drenching Crona's cock with a fresh coat and adding to the aroma of sexual fluids steaming beneath the sheets as she licked her digits clean. Her hips bucked repeatedly as she stroked her aching lips further against his vein-ridden girth, her lungs taking heaping breaths of the boy's rich scent. She was a wreck and she knew that, even as she passed out from the over-stimulation, she was a pitiful mind-broken wreck with a body begging for more. She was scum, she was no better than her manwhore of a father, she was a shameful slut made broken and begging just by the simple touch of this cinnamon-roll of a boy's cock and he didn't even know it…

She supposed she'd have to fix that wouldn't she? That dirty thought filled her brain as she went limp in Crona's grasp, her thighs unknowingly squeezing his cock as her mind faded to into an peaceful state basking in the afterglow. A feeling of zen only amplified by Crona's rockhard shaft rearing back to stroke slowly against her clit once more, the action instinctively slow and tender against the raw bundle…