the delta sun burns bright and violet
by. Poisoned Scarlett

"Guh, don't do—!" Soul bit into the back of his hand, his eyes squeezed shut and his nerves shot. He felt her with torturous intimacy, her wet and hot mouth and the way her tongue wrapped around him and she sucked—sucked hard, forcing out groans and curses. He breathed out shallowly when she finally let him go, her tongue running down the length of his cock curiously as he did everything he could to not buck into her mouth again.

She had woken him up that way, her hand massaging his crotch and her mouth by his ear, whispering that he had called her name in his sleep and then something funny happened down there—something tented his pants, something that when she touched it made him moan and call her name louder. She liked it, liked his moans and pants, so she kept doing it.

He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep. And he would keep in mind to do it more often so stuff like this happened—her curious hand reaching inside of his pants, holding his erect member in her soft and warm hands and squeezing it, torturing him as he let her experiment to her hearts content. She'd actually smacked him when he tried to back away. Really, he had no problem with her playing around his dick, he'd let her do it more often if she wanted, but her teasing was really starting to make him hurt. Whenever he reached that longed for precipice of pleasure, he was always shoved away from it when she let him go and smiled that deceptively sweet smile of hers.

He had a feeling she knew what she was doing to him; that lift at the edge of her mouth—almost a smirk but not quite—told him so.

"You're really hard," she said and he nearly whimpered. Her stupidly innocent comments, he wished she'd just not say anything so he didn't feel so pushed to the edge. "Like a rock," and she kissed the top of his head and he ground his teeth, his entire body tensing. She gripped the base of his cock and then let her tongue slid up it again almost casually. She fixed his dick with a hard look and then she looked up at him, how he breathed hard through his teeth and gave her dark heated looks that made her toes curl, and her hand slid up his length slowly—pumping it up and down and gauging his expression, slowing down and speeding up, all the while watching the different faces he made.

"Hnnng, shit! No, no more!" He wheezed out, grabbing her wrist to stop her torture.

"But," she faltered. Her hand squeezed his cock tentatively and he hissed, a groan escaping him. "It feels...good, right?" She asked him awkwardly and he held her uncertain gaze for a second before he loosened his grip on her wrist and nodded his head mutely. She smiled back at him and he stifled a sigh, hoping this wouldn't make him ache anymore than he already was. He was throbbing and all he wanted was relief, something that Maka sensed and tried to alleviate by pumping her hand up and down like he had mentioned before. She realized, as she stroked him, that faster she did it…the more he groaned and the more his hips thrust into her hand enticingly. Maka rubbed her hand faster, squeezing him and watching his head fall back again and his chest heave.

Christ, she was jerking him off and she probably had no idea, Soul thought hazily. He reached down and grabbed her hand and before she could scold him again, he guided her up his cock with more ease. She followed his motion, quicker and quicker as he moaned.

"Your mouth," he groaned out.

Maka flicked her eyes back down and smiled, sliding his impossibly hard length into her mouth. She squealed when he gripped her hair and forced her down on him. She pulled her head up before she could gag—that had happened before and Soul had had nearly stopped her exploring right there in his worry—and sank back down as much as she could and then did that faster and faster as his fingers tangled in her hair and kept her in rhythm.

"Maka," he panted and she groaned and he cursed, shutting his eyes.

She squeezed her thighs together, unfamiliar with the sticky warmth she felt down there. It ached for his touch—for any touch, she hazily realized—and she groaned again. He suddenly sat up and Maka blinked when he pulled her off him, his hand taking over. Maka reached to help him but only managed a few pumps before he came—strings of white hitting her chest, her hand, and he flopped back on the couch with a relieved breath and she touched the sticky mess he'd left behind with wide eyes.

"It's salty," she mumbled and his eyes shot open again, falling on her fingers as she licked them off one by one.

"Oi, don't go—go eating it or whatever," he snapped, flushing furiously when she stuck her tongue out at him. "Seriously, don't!"

"I'm just curious."

"You're always curious," he sighed but smiled. "You're too curious for your own good."

Maka got on her knees and rested her cheek on his thigh as he sank into the couch again. She bit her lip at the ache that had developed, and only grown worse, between her thighs. She never felt anything like it but when she shifted or squeezed her thighs tightly enough, some relief came and it felt good—so good.She groaned and closed her eyes, rubbing her thighs together as moisture trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her fingers tremulously reached down and she touched the part that ached, the sticky wetness that had collected there and let out a shallow breath as her fingers stroked over her clit.

"Ngh," she grunted and did it again and this time dared to slip a finger inside. Her back arched and she gasped, biting her lip to keep in any more noises. It felt good, she swallowed and took in a quick breath, it felt really good.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Soul asked, noticing her weird shifting and tiny mews. She looked up, eyes cloudy and hot, and he felt himself harden all over again when she whined and he saw her hand was between her legs.

"It feels weird," she said, frustrated. "Between my legs. But when I touch it," she sucked in air, cheeks flushing with pleasure. He stared. "It feels good."

Huh, she doesn't even know when she's getting herself off, Soul thought and grinned at the thought of teaching her something new again. He reached down for her and pulled her on the couch, pushed her until she was sitting with her back against the armrest and her legs tightly closed. She looked at him, a green darker than he was used to, and he pried her legs apart and took a look at the problem she spoke of—the pink wet flesh that made his mouth water.

"You're soaked," he said huskily and she gripped the hem of her shirt and pushed it down to cover herself, her face reddening. But she quickly lost the will to shield herself from his hungry eyes when his hand reached between her and stroked her like she had been, the pad of his thumb massaging her clit and making her skin crawl and her toes curl. She arched, a loud moan ripping her throat, and he felt it resonate right in his loins—setting them aflame, desire and want mixing to form a toxic mixture that had any thoughts except her draining from his mind.

"Soul," she moaned and bit her lip, her hands reaching up to grab a perky breast. Eyes opened half-liddedly and she gripped the edge of her shirt and yanked it off her—throwing it away, relishing the way the cold air hit her nipples and hardened them and how with every pant of Soul's, it brushed her core and added to her pleasure. "Ngh, more! Soul!" She pleaded and she squirmed when he gripped both her legs and pushed them toward her head, revealing her tight pussy to him in all its glory.

"Payback for earlier," he slurped back his drool, staring at her ready and wet folds. He would live up to his nickname now, he thought with wicked glee, with much gusto. "Don't go down on me without asking, it makes me act uncool," he told her and dove down.

"OH!" She gasped, bucking her hips into his face involuntarily. She gripped her legs from behind her knees and pulled them back until they were by her ears, spreading herself for him as he pushed his tongue between her folds and made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She had never felt such pleasure in her life—no one had ever told her he could make her feel like this, so lost and anxious and needy for him, no one told her how good this would feel. They only told her how it was used to procreate, Maka whimpered when he lightly used his teeth, no one ever said how good it would feel to do it. It wasn't a boring ritual at all: her blood pulsed in her ears and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest, her body completely under his command that it almost embarrassed her—just how easily he could take her over, how easily she'd let him.

"Mmm, Soul," she crooned, gripping his hair like reigns and rubbing her pussy against his mouth as he ate her out. She squeezed one of her breasts just so she had something to center her, to bring her down from the sky, and then his hand reached up and squeezed a pert tit and she lost her focus again, throwing her head back and squirming under him.

Soul grunted as a leg came back down beside him, her knee digging into the side of his head. He gripped it and pushed it away, running his tongue over her and hearing her moan again. She trembled, her stomach taut and her thighs hard with the effort to keep from crushing him between her. He grinned against her, liking her resistance—stubborn, stubborn Maka, he chuckled darkly as he spread her with his hand and licked deeper, he'd break that stubbornness down soon enough.

And soon it did as she came with a scream, her nails digging into the leg that was still high in the air, her hips rolling against his mouth and her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. When she came back down, her body fell lax just as his had when he came, and she buried her nose in the skin by her knee as he cleaned her up and brought himself out from between her, that infuriating grin slapped on his face.

"That's how you do it," he remarked.

"Shuddup," she mumbled with a pout and he smirked.

She let her leg go, not really caring where it landed, but he made sure it didn't hit him as she welcomed him between her. He leaned over and, Maka watched through clouded eyes, kissed her. She stilled as his mouth moved with hers caressingly, his tongue warm and his lips soft, and then her eyes slid closed and she mimicked his moves, tasting herself on him and wanting more of him—to feel his lips move against hers always, feel his body slid against her own like now.

"Ah," she winced when she felt something hard rub against her. She looked between them and found their hips locked together, his cock slipping between her folds despite themselves. She felt everything, felt him hot and hard against herself, and she hummed appreciatively in her throat and arched her chest to him. She bit her lip when he kissed down her neck, his tongue creating a path down to her collarbone. His hand buried itself in her hair again, gently pulled her neck back so he had more access to the creamy skin, and she uttered a soft gasp when his teeth grazed down the swell of her breast.

"Soul," she sighed out when his mouth took a nipple and his tongue lavished the skin around it. She mewed when his teeth grazed over the skin of her breast and Soul paused, doing it again and feeling a shudder run down her body. She liked that, he realized with satisfaction, so he lightly bit into the swell of her breast and her chest heaved, her cries sweet and intoxicating.

Her voice in general, he thought foggily. He could listen to it all day—he wanted to. He bit her again and licked the spot after, his hands groping her sides and groaning when her hips pressed impatiently against his. He covered her mouth with his before she could say anything, slipping an arm under her and pushing his length up the wet slit of her pussy. It felt better than he thought it would and he did it again and groaned, sinking his teeth into her shoulder to shut himself up.

Maka grabbed fistfuls of his hair and bucked her hip, wanting to feel him inside her, she realized, she wanted him as close to her as possible.

"It might hurt," he huskily told her and she nodded a little. "Just take it easy, relax," he whispered against the corner of her lip. "And….crap."

Maka opened her eyes when he pulled back, looking down at her with a mixture of pain and frustration.

"What is it?"

"I need a condom…"

"A what?"

"A condom!" He repeated and pulled away from her. Maka scowled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back down on her. Her arms wrapped around him, keeping him trapped against her; his cock painfully wedged between them, so close yet so far from its destination. He already knew that look in her eye so he explained before she decided to pull on his hair again: "Look, a condom is what I use so you don't get pregnant."

"With child?" she murmured and thought about it for a second. "I don't mind."

He choked, shocked. "What? No—well—shit, Maka! I mean, I'm so not ready to be a dad and—Maka, don't look at me like that, you just want this right now," he groaned when she pouted and ground her hips against his encouragingly. He hissed and clenched his jaw. "You can't be serious…"

"Soul, I want you," she whined and he knew the world was against him when a beautiful girl wanted him so bad and he couldn't give it to her.

"Clay!" he suddenly said, hope returning. That bastard Clay had come through after all! He'd dumped a few condoms in his duffel bag before they left, cackling something about getting over his woes with some pussy. Well, he still had woes but he was not about to waste this chance with the object of his woes. "Wait here! Don't move!" He told her sharply and she huffed but obliged, watching him hurry into his room with a lazy grace. Her eyes particularly settled on his ass and she hummed as she thought about it a little deeper. He had a nice ass, she decided, firm and strong just like his shoulders, his hands. Her fingers twitched and she told herself she'd touch it when he came back.

Maka closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together, marveling the slickness she felt between them. She reached between her and hissed when her fingers touched her sensitive clit, the pads of her fingers rubbing soothingly to get rid of it. She softly moaned as she grew wetter, her fingers starting to soak with her essence the longer she toyed with herself.

When Soul came back after slipping on the accursed condom, he couldn't help but stare.

She was touching herself, squirming and panting, and he didn't think his dick could point any higher than it already was. He swallowed and approached her, watching her for a second before he teased her nipples with his hands. Her fingers reached further inside herself, a louder mew escaping her lips. Her eyes opened and she smiled up at him, a lustful smile that made his breath heavy again. He pulled her hand out from between herself and he settled himself back in place, her soft appreciative moans as he fondled her breasts and kissed her urging him on.

"Ready?"

"Mm."

He reached down between the first, his finger finding her tight entrance and slipping inside. She sucked in air and squealed, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Then he wiggled in another and she hissed, faintly breathing out his name, and he stretched her out a little more, his lips caressing her neck and the supple skin of her collarbone; burning into his memory every sound she made, every choke of his name and how her body trembled beneath him, the slickness of her as he sank his fingers into her heat and easily slipped them back out. Maka wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing a bit.

"Soul," she groaned. "Now."

"You sure?" He grunted when she bit his jaw, let her tongue trace up until his ear.

"Yes," she sighed in his ear and he firmly told himself not to act uncool; not to do something stupid, like have his voice break because he couldn't describe how much he liked it when she did that.

"Ah!" Maka winced when she felt him at her entrance, slowly start to slid in. "Ngh, Soul, it's…" she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to relax as he told her, as he whispered in her ear while he pushed inside of her. She let out the breath she had been holding, a burning sort of sensation between her legs as he stretched her out to accommodate him, and he pulled out a little and pushed back inside and she gasped. He was completely inside of her now and she never felt so full or complete. Her nails racked down his back, dug into his skin and mixed pain with pleasure.

"Maka," he strained out. "You okay?"

"Uh huh," she managed to strangle out. "But it's…it's big…."

"Not a bad thing," he managed a slight grin.

"Nooo," she moaned with satisfaction, rolling her hips beneath him coaxingly. "Move!"

And he did. Maka was tighter than anything he'd ever felt, clenching down on him enough to nearly make him come. But he resisted, held back the urge to give into her heat as he pumped into her with a quickening pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and her hand gripped his neck, nails digging in, to crush their mouths together. He savored the way her mouth molded against his, fit so right, and then the moans that forced their way out of her throat and into his.

He moved faster when she impatiently growled and thrust deeper when she yanked his head back and laid open-mouthed kisses on the hollow of his neck. He felt the couch screech, hit the wall with the force of their movements, and she only arched beneath him and gripped the top of the couch—meeting his thrusts, her tits bouncing with the force of his bucks as he slowly brought them both to ecstasy. Maka tossed her head back, shouting out his name, and he bit down on her shoulder and growled out hers, eyes tightly shut, sweat running down his neck, feeling so close, so close—

"SOUL!" She screamed and he shuddered when she clamped down on him, milking him for all he was worth just as he came with her name on his tongue. His vision swamped out of focus for a few seconds before it came back to him, his muscles trembling as he managed a few weak thrusts before he collapsed on top of her. He shifted so his elbow rested on the couches arm rest and he could keep himself from squishing her.

She was dead to the world, basking in the post-sex glow without a care in the world. Her eyes lazily opened and she smiled almost goofily back up at him. It was enough to get some chuckles from him and he had been about to pull out of her when she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, her eyes suddenly rather hesitant.

"Don't, stay just a little longer," she let her arms wrap around him and her cheek pressed against his chest. "Just for a few more minutes."

He knew why and suddenly all his woes came back just like that. He nudged her a little, until she was the one on top and he was below. And then he wrapped his arm around her tightly, everything about her so achingly right, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck and wished she could just stay with him. Like this, until morning, until tomorrow and the next day and next year and maybe forever.

His eyes opened again and they strayed to the window, to the darkened sky outside. He had about three hours to figure out what he was going to do about this, Maka quietly dozing on top of him.

He had three hours to figure out if she was really worth drowning for or not.