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Black Blood, Mad Passion	By : kunicorns Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 11381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2. Free from Inhibition

No time to think about it now, Maka's brain scrambled to remain sane as her eyes rolled back frantically. She thought of Soul's voice, shouting for her when she was almost lost in that battle with Crona. Or was she really hearing it?
She tried to still her shaking, hoping to stave off the looming madness. By now, Soul had rushed to Maka's side. “Hey, what's going on? Are you okay? Maka, answer me!” He grabbed her shoulders and tired to hold her steady.
Maka twisted on the bed, furiously trying to understand why she was feeling the madness now, free of Soul's connection, but it was too late. The blackness swallowed her last lucid thought. Like the darkest oil, it coated the inside of her head in a thick lacquer releasing toxic fumes.
A second passed, and Maka's shaking body relaxed. She let go of all her questions and concerns, only knowing the madness. Her muscles eased as she rolled onto her back, and a deep chuckle brewed inside her chest, erupting as a high-pitched, wild giggle.
Her head shot up. Maka looked at Soul with eyes that did not seem to truly see what was in front of her. Maka's head lolled about carelessly, cocked at an angle. Her strange eyes then focused on him, shadows beneath the lids. “Soul,” Maka sang, “do you wanna play a game with me?”
With that, she pounced on her weapon, and they toppled to the floor with a thud. Maka straddled him and pinned his elbows down with her knees. She grabbed his wrists and held his hands above his head.
“What the fuck are you doing, Maka?!” Soul exclaimed, trying his hardest to roll her off, but to no avail. She was stronger than usual, denser feeling. Maka's hard fingertips squeezed his wrists as if to make the point that she would break them if she wanted.
She giggled again and in the same eery tone, said “I was just playing a game all alone! I know you were watching me.” Her voice dropped an octave, and became lustful in a way Soul couldn't fathom. “Can't you feel it all wet on my hand? I thought we could play together!”
Soul turned dark red and renewed his struggle to get out from under her. His legs kicked out, but Maka was planted solidly on his chest. “Blair!” Soul yelled out, although as an afterthought he realized maybe she wouldn't be the most helpful in this situation, and was relieved when she did not come bouncing in.
Maka was now leaning over Soul, sniffing his neck and face like a curious dog, before licking slowly from his chin to his hair. “Ugh, c'mon Maka! This isn't you! Snap out of it!” He knew something might seriously be wrong with her, she was acting crazy.
“What? I feel better than ever,” Maka managed to say, tongue still running along Soul's jawbone. Soul suddenly went slack, and Maka dropped his wrists. “Huh?”
An instant later, Soul flipped Maka over so that she was on her back, and tried to leap away from her. She laughed madly at his attempt. She gasped a breath of air back, and grabbed Soul's arm with lightening speed.
Using his momentum, Maka lunged at Soul, and they were thrown against the door, slamming it shut. Soul groaned at the pain in the back of his head. In only the moonlight through the window, Maka's eyes almost glowed.
“Let's play doctor!” Maka squealed. “I think we should make sure everything on you is working okay, hmmm Soul?” Her hands were pushing onto his chest, while Soul just kept his flat against the door, thinking of how to calm her down, especially without hurting her. Even though he doubted he could, since he couldn't get away from the damn girl.
Maka grabbed the neck of Soul's nightshirt and ripped it violently. “C'mon, Maka! That was from my favorite band's last tour! Fuck,” he complained while she pulled the tattered fabric off of him.
“Soul, you know what I've wondered about you forever? If you've been cut or not! Let's see if Soul junior down there still has his jacket on! Hahahahaha! Get it? 'Coz your foreskin is like the-”
“Yes, okay, I get it! Don't be gross.Christ. Whoa, whoa, that's enough, Maka!” Soul tried to block his crotch with one hand, and hold up his waistband with the other. Maka had dropped to her knees, yanking at his pants. Finally, Maka sat back on her knees, and looked up at Soul. In a completely unsettling, low tone, she told him, “If you don't show me your cock, I'm gonna rip it off,” and then smiled.
Now very much freaked out by his partner, Soul let go of his pants. Instead of eagerly pulling them down to expose his frightened manhood, Maka slowly and torturously licked along the muscles of his abdomen, gripping his ass too firmly with her hands.
Soul tried to look away, but with eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could not help staring as Maka used only her teeth to pull Soul's pants down. Unable to help it, his dick automatically pulsed as Maka's mouth made contact with his boxers next.
She pulled those down in the same way, only this time her lips brushed the tip of his dick, and by now, Soul's cock was flushed and fully erect. He couldn't help inwardly cheering at the lack of a nosebleed right now. It was all too difficult to even believe.
Maka looked at it inquisitively. Soul gulped and started, “Maka, I don't think you sh-”
Soul was interrupted by Maka's wild laughter. “It's so much BIGGER than I expected! No wonder you have such a big blade when you're a scythe! Hahahaha! You're not even taller than me, but WOW!”
Maka grabbed it and ran her hand up and down the length a few times. “Mmm, so warm. It's almost as hard as my blood,” She mused, bringing her lips closer.
Without hesitancy, Maka closed her lips around the head of Soul's cock, and twirled her tongue in the gathering precum. “Ohhhhh, wow,” Soul moaned under his breath. He gripped his hands into fists, pressing them against the grain in the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was enjoying this. Why did this have to be happening when Maka was clearly bat-shit insane? Soul would've gladly taken a blow job any other night, sure, but wasn't this a little- no, pretty fucking unethical? Even a confession of a crush without any hint of getting laid would be better than the Maka-chop that was sure to follow whenever Maka recovered. Or would it be better to avoid being attacked by a horny, black-blooded Maka now...
If this is the only way to get her to chill out, would she be that pissed later? Probably, but as Maka pushed her head forward and the head of his cock inched through Maka's mouth, and pressed on the back of her throat, Soul lost the will to care.
After all, Maka lectured Soul that he should respect women's bodies, and that not only did 'no mean no,' but that one should get an 'enthusiastic yes' before sleeping together. Soul decided that this was probably the most enthusiastic yes anyone could get. Shit, he was the one getting violated here! But can you really violate the willing? Suddenly, he totally lost the ability for worded thoughts.
Maka slowly pulled her head away until only her tongue licked his throbbing tip, then engulfed all 7, maybe even 8 inches. Soul breathed heavily, his hands mindlessly found themselves entwined in Maka's hair. He only put them there to steady himself, as Maka needed no urging for her enthusiasm in this blow job.
Maka moved back and forth, now handling Soul's cock with her tongue around her teeth, not with much grace. She was practically attacking it with her mouth and the look in her eyes excited Soul immeasurably. Maka's face contorted while she worked the shaft, but her need overrode all other senses.
Soul was sure he was about to lose it, when Maka detached her mouth from his dick with a loud, suctioning pop. She laughed wickedly. “You didn't think I was gonna let you spoil my fun so quickly?”
She grabbed the backs of his knees and swiftly pulled them so he almost fell on top of Maka. She then pulled his head to her chest and said, “See? They are awesome, aren't they? My boobs may be small, but I know you like them. Don't you, Soul?”
“Goddammit, let my head go!” He struggled against her grip. “They're great, 'kay?”
Maka let his head go with a push, but leaned back, kicked her legs out, and then seized his neck in between her ankles. “Silly little Soul Eater, it's your turn now!”
“Eh?” Like a puppy on all fours, he looked at Maka cluelessly.
Maka rolled onto her back and stretched her legs into the air, slowly pulling off her pajama pants. She threw them behind her, then rested her ankles on Soul's shoulders, giving him quite the view of her lacy pink panties that were obviously damp with her excitement. As innocent as Maka could look, but sinfully sexy looking in this situation.
Now Soul barely grabbed his face in time to stop the spirt of blood that erupted from his nose. “Ahh!” He almost fell back, but Maka sat up and pulled his face up.
“Please? Kiss it?” She made these come-hither eyes that usually belonged on Blair's face. Soul didn't know if he had the willpower to continuously resist his partner.
With Blair... it was easy. He hated to admit it, but it was so obvious to him now. As much as he was flattered by the attention of such a buxom, older woman, he only wanted to be with Maka. He only wanted to be inside Maka.
“Fine, just lay down,” Soul grumbled under his breath. Maybe if he got the job done, Maka wouldn't pressure him to fuck. He did not want anyone to accuse him of taking advantage of Maka, but deep down, he really didn't want to pass this chance to eat Maka out when he was usually forced to stifle any thought about it.
He sighed his immediate anxieties away and looked at the task at hand. Maka's panties really were soaking through with her wetness. Soul gulped and looked up at Maka once more, to check if her sanity had resumed itself. She was making these desperate eyes, chest rising and falling quickly.
“Pleeease, Soul, I will EXPLODE if you don't-”
“God, shut up!!! Someone might hear you,” Soul hissed at Maka's crazed plea. “Ok,” with a sharp inhale, he pulled her underwear down and screwed his eyes shut. In a dead serious monotone, Maka said, “Look at it.” Soul opened his eyes, and bit his lower lip as he gazed upon her sweet, pink pussy, a tuft of light, blonde pubic hair crowning the top.
He angled his head to just see her inner labia, glistening with moisture. A low moan escaped Maka's throat as Soul slowly bent closer. Tentatively, he stretched his tongue out and gave an experimental lick lightly along the length of her pussy.
Maka gasped at the contact. “Oh!” Soul continued on. His exposed cock quickly regained full attention as he probed her opening with his tongue. Soul tested with his tongue the different textures of skin and Maka's sweet taste. “Mmmm,” He could not help vocalizing as he pushed his tongue deeper.
“Ahhh...” Maka's voice pealed in a high squeak at the touch. Her knees shook as Soul pulsed his ridiculously long tongue.
When Maka quivered and made noise, Soul's dick twitched, almost painfully. He could feel the pre-cum gathering at the tip, yearning for a warm place. Soul knew he wasn't yet giving her the same sensation as she had done for him earlier.
Slowly, Soul circled his tongue upward until he found Maka's clitoral hood. Maka's knees locked around Soul's neck once he swirled the sensitive button. Soul grabbed her thighs, and with decent effort, pried them apart and held them tight as they still shook, while he massaged her clit with his undulating tongue.
“Ohhhh, Soul, yes, yes, yes, do not stop, or I will eviscerate you...” Maka's rasping voice was low and barely discernible. Soul's cock was as stiff as it could possibly be, and he glanced his eyes up to her ecstatic face.
He worked his mouth faster and faster against her pussy, pushing as hard as he could on Maka's clit with his large tongue. “Soul, make me cum, do it!” Maka demanded.
He felt her hot moisture dripping on his chin and he moved his tongue as fast as he could. Maka stopped panting for a moment and her body froze, completely tense. Her muscles, filled with the black blood, were rock hard against Soul's hands and shoulders.
“YES!” Maka cried out as she came, a new rush of fluid gushed out of her dripping pussy. Soul continued to lap at her clit until Maka opened her eyes. Her body shook as Soul sat up, wiping his face with his sleeve. His still exposed cock seemed to naturally point at Maka's satisfied womanhood.
Maka herself lay there still, and Soul was afraid to disturb her. She shut her eyes again, and for 2 whole minutes, lay totally still. Soul dare not move himself, fearing that she might try to beat him again. He was glad she appeared calm now, but couldn't help resenting his own lack of satisfaction. Slowly, Soul pulled his boxers up, and rocked back on his heels to stand up quietly and turn around. As soon as he put his hand on the door-
“Soul?” Maka's voice was barely louder than the silence of the room.
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