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Black Blood, Mad Passion	By : kunicorns Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 11380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1. The Dream
Maka tossed violently in the bed. She whipped the sheet off, exhaling deeply. Her forest-green eyes shot open, and she ripped at her pajama shirt in frustration, tearing two of the buttons. Why was it so hot? Her hair unkempt without its pigtails, was stringy with sweat.
Maka pondered as she hurriedly, but more carefully undid the remaining buttons and pulled on a tank top from her bureau instead. She had finally woken up from the dream she could not escape in her mind. She laid back down on top of the sheets, processing the strangeness of it. Maka could not help reliving the scene.
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She and Soul danced, in the Black Room, the piano keys playing on their own in the background. They were swaying gently to the music, a slow smooth jazz number. As the song progressed, picking up in tempo and becoming less rhythmic, Soul became rougher with Maka. His hand at her waist gripped her tightly and drew her inward, until she was pressed against him.
“Soul, what are you doing? Stop!” Maka protested, now wanting to break free, squirming hard with discomfort. The more she moved, the tighter he held. Soul ignored her words, but moved his hungry gaze to her eyes, and grinned maliciously. His grip was so strong, and her wiggling only provoked him further. “Please!” She shouted and her eyes begged, not knowing what else to do.
In his other hand, Maka's arm shook with pain at the strength of his hold around her fingers. He put his face to her neck and gave it a long, slurping lick. Maka couldn't suppress a sob, now very scared, still desperately craning her neck away. Her free arm tried keeping Soul's face and tongue off her skin, but her efforts were futile.
She hardly noticed that he had managed to push her back, closer to the shiny black instrument, still playing its strange song, all by itself. Soul's rough grinding caused Maka to lose her footing, and suddenly, her back was slammed into the keys of the piano, finally ending its erratic song in discord.
The piano held its place, even as Soul pressured Maka onto it more and more. The purely animalistic expression fixated on Soul's face terrified Maka. Still gripping her hand and forcing her down with his body, Soul yanked the knot at his black tie to loosen it and pulled it over his head.
Quickly pulling on Maka's free arm, Soul adeptly tied Maka's wrists behind her back with his tie. How was she so powerless against him? Without Soul on her side, Maka felt sure to lose this particular battle. The silk was now tight on her wrists, holding so well against her struggling.
Soul forced Maka even further up on the keys, now using his hands to explore her tight little body uninterrupted by her protesting arms. She screwed her eyes shut as hands wandered over her flat chest. Goose bumps formed under his touch and the thin material was not helpful. Red eyes concentrated on the budding mounds, but Maka kept hers sealed shut to avoid shame.
When she did look, Maka screamed as Soul forced her legs apart with his hands. Once he wedged his hips between them, he reached down and undid his pants. Maka's voice was too hoarse from her commotion by the time he unzipped the fly and pulled out an all-too-large cock. Her begging fell on deaf ears.
Sweat dripped from Maka's temple as she gave Soul one last pleading look. Her weak voice barely said, “Soul... how could... you?” hopelessness clouding her eyes. In return, he let out a sharp, short laugh. His throbbing erection stood at the ready as Soul reached under the black dress' full skirt, and pushed it up.
The swath of material crumpled between their chests, and Soul's cock pushed against Maka's panties. She gasped at the contact, turning her head away. Soul's hands caressed Maka's thighs, his thumbs often trailing on either side of her pussy. He tilted his head so that his face was close to Maka's, and she felt his breath on her lips, strong and hot.
Without warning, Soul ripped the side of the cotton panties off and threw them on the ground hastily. Maka whimpered a “...please,” fresh tears welling up. Soul shook his head, a look of a solemn concentrated task replacing his scary smiles.
Soul guided his cock in between the outer lips of Maka's virgin hole, groaning as the natural lubrication edged him in until the tip hit a wall. Maka's breathing came in desperate gasps, her eyes wild. In a hard pump, Soul powered his dick right past her hymen, weakening for a moment as he leaned against Maka, groin to groin, all the way in her.
As Maka screamed noiselessly, unable to make sound for all the intense pain, Soul regained his stance and began drilling Maka's pussy as hard and fast as he could. Each thrust went through Maka's body like shockwaves. Burying his face into her bodice, Soul moaned gutturally, drawing up even more speed.
Maka glanced at him, horrified at Soul's obvious pleasure she now felt undulating inside her, in tandem with the pain of her popped cherry. Her body strained, every muscle frozen in tension. Soul looked up, the ferocity in his eyes returning while he penetrated Maka.
The smacking of wet flesh against flesh reached an apex as Soul screamed out, his orgasm shooting inside of the girl. Maka gasped, the only emotion she was able to process being total fright, and perhaps anger. She released her aching muscles and leaned limply against Soul's shoulder, unable to stay steadily on the piano.
Maka's opening gushed with semen and her own juices. Abruptly, Soul shoved away from her, and Maka collapsed, crumpling under the piano without the aid of her hands to support herself.
While the clarity of the rape itself was crystal, the dreamscape now started to blend, as Maka could hardly make out the figure of Soul turned away. The wetness oozing from between her legs was not ceasing, and now actually looked black in color to Maka's horrible shock. She blinked, and looked even closer. “Blood?” The blackness coming forth from her flooded and enveloped the room, until Maka drowned in it.
Maka sighed heavily, air flopping loose bangs away from her flushed face. Did normal people have dreams like that? Sex dreams are a common occurrence in lots of people, Maka reassured herself. The nature of the sex though, and the dream's ending had her puzzled and more than a bit worried.
Without some more research, and perhaps a visit to Nygus, Maka could not say for sure what was going on. Lifting her head to check that her doorway was closed, and Blair wasn't hidden in the room, Maka surreptitiously reached down to check the state of her nether regions.
As she half expected, it was soaking wet. Upon a slightly closer inspection, it was thankfully just normal fluid. Definitely not black blood, or anything that shouldn't be there. She was just turned on like a nymphomaniac, she thought embarrassedly. While Maka's fingertips dipped inside her pussy for inspection, she couldn't help but guiltily run them over her pleasure point.
Another heavy sigh, and Maka pulled her hand out of her panties like it might bite. What was the matter with her! Getting horny, and worse, getting off to Soul's dream rape.
She knew she didn't enjoy it in the dream, but for some reason it always left her hot and bothered. Definitely not wanting to acknowledge any dormant lust for Soul, she decided she was just stressed. Rolling her eyes at her own sickness, Maka knew she would never find sleep again in this riled up state without some help.
Guiltily, she reached back in her underwear, and slipping a finger in her tight hole for slickness, smoothed her clit over and over, sighing this time with ecstasy. Her eyes closed and she thought back the the black room, wrists bound, forced onto the piano.
She imagined Soul's tongue, hot and wet on her already heated neck. Maka's fingers were building rhythmically to a frenzy now. She was unaware of the breathy whimpers escaping her throat, and with her eyes rolling back, also did not notice the ribbon of light peaking under the door, widening to a sliver in the frame.
Nearly to her climax, Maka spoke Soul's name huskily without noticing the light. Her nipples hardened under the tank top, giving Maka's girlish breasts a sensuous, womanly appearance. Hips floating upward as Maka came hard, furiously rubbing her clit while the orgasm took hold, clutching her sheets with the other. Eyes still shut in the fantasy of the dream, it was not until she actually came that Maka blinked and saw Soul silhouetted in the hall light.
Still feeling the remnants of pleasure coursing through her, Maka sat up in a snap and looked at her partner. Maka hung her head in total shame and embarrassment. There was no way she could look at him. “Soul, I...,” she gulped. Abruptly, Maka threw herself back onto the bed, looking like she may have a seizure.
A strange but familiar sensation was creeping through her body now, and she was not in control of it. What was it? Maka's body twitched and twisted, and she recognized the crazed energy she once felt mid-fight with Crona. The black blood! Is this why she was having those dreams? Some sort of lingering side effect, perhaps. Brought on by what? Did Soul pass it on, even after they overcame it? Maka was losing control of everything, as she slipped into the darkness.
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