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From the Beginning
By : c0p13r
Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater
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~~~Soul, Maka, Blair~~~
            With the required ninety-ninth soul eaten not too long ago, and with a witch’s domicile right in front of him, Soul didn’t waste any time to gauge the situation, far too eager to devour the soul of the witch Blair. From the top window of the pumpkin house, he heard the target singing happily; the lyrics were bad, repeating over and over the words of her magic spells. With spittle at the corner of his mouth, he eyed the home as though it were a tasty soul itself. He heard his stomach growl, but he could fight it off for a few more moments; he’d just eaten less than an hour ago, after all – Jack the Ripper if he wasn’t mistaken.
            “It looks tasty,” he said to Maka, “but sneaking into a house isn’t very manly. Why don’t we just charge right in there?”
            Putting her gloved fists on her hips, Maka scolded him. “We can’t. She’s different than the other one’s we’ve faced so far…”
            “Let’s go,” Soul interrupted, and took off before Maka could protest. He heard her shout at him as he made a furious dash the added momentum to his soaring jump. Fear wasn’t in his heart as he flipped in the air, breaking through the glass of the top floor’s window with the heel of his shoe. And sure enough, there was the witch, just as he had counted on. What hadn’t counted on, however, was the lack of clothing. The witch Blair looked befuddled when the gray-haired youth came crashing in, but she did not seem afraid or on guard. Soul’s jaw slowly began to drop. “Naked lady?” He managed to get out the two words before crashing right into the bathtub that Blair was soaking in. His face plunged between the two mounds that had rivulets of suds rolling down their suppleness.
            Blair innocently looked down at him, not caring that his face was buried in her cleavage. “Hey, what’s the matter? Is everything okay down there in the bubbles, little boy?”
            Soul brought his face up, gawking when he stared at the area his face had just been embedded. Jeez, she was stacked! A rush of blood exploded from his nose as circulation sped through his pounding heart. He fell back, head hanging over the edge of the tub in a daze. “It’s okay,” he said more to convince himself of it. “Cool guys see naked women all the time; I’m totally used to it.”
            A concerned smirk appeared on Blair’s lips. “Of course you are, dear. I’m sure that’s why your nose is bleeding,” she giggled. Her gaze wandered over Soul’s reeling posture until she spotted the crotch of his pants. Immediately, she pointed and burst out laughing behind her opposite hand. Soul picked up his head to see what the reason for this uproar was. His jaw hung when he saw that his pants were tenting over a rigid object. “Does this also happen all the time? I’d be surprised if it didn’t,” jeered Blair, grasping Soul’s cock through his trousers. “Little boys getting boners, it happens all the time when around a beautiful woman, right?”
            Soul stammered, wondering what he should do. Could he just smack her hands away? Maybe he should quickly transform an arm into a scythe and chop the witch in half before she could manage a spell! That would make collecting her soul very easy. But he found it difficult to move as Blair prodded his concealed erection. It felt so good, especially when she tried to hold it. It made concentration incredibly difficult. “Yeah, it’s cool,” he breathed, tensing when Blair’s amber eyes turned up to meet his with a bewitching smile. “I… I can handle that.”
            “I’m sure you can. You seem to be a big boy,” Blair joked. “You can handle yourself if you jump so willingly into my home, especially during bath time.” She pushed forward and caused Soul to incur another nosebleed when her ample bosom rose from the bathwater to rest on his bent knees. The suds slipped over the globes, and her pert nipples were soon exposed from underneath the soapy streams. She giggled as Soul tried to collect himself; while not a pervert, he couldn’t ignore the wonderful touch and sight of a beautiful woman, witch or otherwise. “Don’t have too many more nosebleeds, alright? I want you to play with me,” she cheered, eyes now darting to the zipper of his straining pants. “And I don’t think you could do it properly if you lose too much blood at a time. Try to restrain yourself, okay? I’ve been so bored lately.”
            Soul thought for sure that he would pass out, but he awoke when he felt some tugging going on further south. He jerked up again to watch as his zipper was slowly worked downward; all the while, Blair hummed a pleasant tune. “Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing? That’s totally not cool!”
            “What are you talking about?” Blair snapped, annoyance appearing in her tone for the first time. “You are the one that barged into my bath time, in my bathtub. It’d be rude of you now to complain.” She parted his trousers, flipping open the button for better access. Her lips smiled like a cat’s when she finally reached through the boxers for her prize, ignoring Soul’s incoherent stammering. She grabbed stiff flesh at last, made a quick exclamation of triumph, and produced Soul’s cock for examination. Her eyes went wide as she sized him up. “Oh my, you’re not so little, little boy,” she joked with a quirky smile. As one hand held him at the base, the other flicked its index finger against the tip. Eight inches long and considerably thick, Soul had no reason to be so embarrassed, but he was significantly younger than Blair and had no experience with girls, though he tried to say that he did only to seem cool to himself and others; the closest he had been to such a situation was when he walked in on Maka when she was still getting dressed for class; he hadn’t seen much except her panties, after which, he could only remember her scream and a heavy book coming down to his head.
            Soul gasped, gripping the edge of the bathtub when Blair’s soft hand stroked his girth once. “Why the hell are you doing this? Are you some nut?” he exclaimed. “What kind of witch are you?”
            Blair quirked an eyebrow at the question. “Witch? Oh, you must be looking for a witch’s soul! That’s why you came here!” She chuckled secretively, and then moved in to nuzzle the cock in her grasp. She loved how the boy’s breath was stolen from him as she caressed his sensitive member. “Are you a Meister, or a Weapon? Whatever you are, shouldn’t you have a partner?” She purred while rubbing the side of her face against Soul’s manhood.
            Why the hell was she asking questions like that while handling him? Soul wanted to just get down to business and kill her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it just yet. He hadn’t this kind of attention before, and he even neglected to take care of himself while so fixated on becoming a Death Scythe; perhaps it was that neglect that made it so difficult to resist as Blair began to pump the erection with both hands. The water sloshed around her as she jerked him. His feet kicked involuntarily as pleasure began to course throughout his body. Eventually, the beautiful Blair leaned her head forward to lap at the underside of Soul’s swollen cockhead. He cringed slightly, because while it felt good to have her lick at his penis, the surface of her tongue felt somewhat rough, like a cat’s tongue.
            “I really like your cock,” Blair suddenly announced, much to Soul’s embarrassment. “It tastes good, and it’s really big. I haven’t seen one so big before.” She giggled and adjusted herself so that she was no longer leaning forward, now on her knees before the awkwardly positioned Soul; he was given a moment to sit up on the rim of the tub. She wedged in between his knees, hefted up her breast to rest in his lap and encased the jutting erection, and craned her head to engulf the crown in her hungry mouth. Her cat-tongue swirled around the head, poking at the weeping slit to gulp down the transparent fluids that had gathered there from the height of Soul’s anticipation. She purred, leering up at him, and slowly took the first few inches in her orifice.
            Dammit, this feels really cool, thought Soul, baring his fangs as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. This definitely wasn’t what he had expected from a witch, but it did prove Maka right; Blair was different than all the other villains they had faced so far. He gave a sharp gasped when the head of his cock bumped against the back of Blair’s throat. “That feels great,” he breathed without even thinking about it.
            Blair picked her mouth up from the dick that was shoved down her mouth to grin at him. “I’m glad, but be sure to play with me too, okay?” She moved a hand to caress her left breast, gently plucking at her nipple and winking suggestively.
            “You… You want me to…?” He didn’t finish the embarrassing question, lest he wanted to risk another geyser of blood rushing from his nostrils. He lifted a trembling hand and made his fingers contract in a squeezing motion; Blair chuckled mischievously in her throat, nodded, and kept staring at him from beneath the brim of her witch’s hat as her open mouth slowly closed about his throbbing erection. He flinched and moaned as more inches sunk into her tantalizingly warm mouth to be massaged by her semi-rough tongue. When she began to bob her head up and down on him, he mustered the nerve to reach down to grab the supple breasts overwhelming the base of his cock. They were so soft, he thought while massaging them; he had a basic idea of what they felt like when his face dove in between them, but now he could actually take the time to feel and observe them. He paid special care to her pink nipples, stroking them gingerly with his thumb and sometimes twisting them to test Blair’s reaction. He started turning them more often when he discovered how good it felt to have her moan while giving him head.
            “Ughn,” he grunted when his muscles tensed involuntarily. The grip on Blair’s right tit tightened, causing her to take her mouth off of him to glance at him with concern; she didn’t stop beating him off while waiting for him. “Not cool. I’m gonna cum soon,” he said, not too thrilled to know that he hadn’t much restraint.
            Blair, on the other hand, was glad to hear it. “That’s alright. Give me all that cum,” she told him. She jerked him harder and faster. “I’m sure it’s really tasty.” Immediately, her mouth capped his cockhead so that she wouldn’t miss a drop when he exploded.
            Soul – deciding that if she didn’t mind if he blew his load, it was all right – let go of his restraint, now pushing himself towards the impending orgasm. He smiled and let his head fall back. Though he was about to plunge into ultimate pleasure, his wicked mind already schemed his next step: after he came in her mouth, and after she had swallowed the last drop, he would impale her with a semi-transformation. He just needed to collect himself after release, something not easily accomplished. Still, it was worth it, he thought thankfully while watching Blair’s face bob up and down on his dick.
            “You idiot! What were you thinking?!” Maka made an explosive entrance, striking Soul with a sweeping leg to the side of the face. Blair blinked when the swelling cock sailed from her mouth, leaving her sucking on air. She turned to watch as the boy she had just been nursing on tumbled head over heels into the wall; his nose was bleeding again, this time from a hard hit. Maka landed in front of him and pointed offensively at Blair; the witch hardly felt concerned. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ll be taking your soul now,” Maka declared while Soul tried to recover behind her.
            Blair grinned, looking past the newcomer. Her breasts were almost spilling over her crossed arms, the barest hint of her areola able to be seen. “I hope that cute boy will be alright,” she mused, catlike eyes not leaving Soul. They roamed downward to his still-rigid penis, and her smile quirked. “We were having such fun. You’re a very rude girl to interrupt.”
            Maka scoffed, unaware of what the witch was talking about; having just barely jumped through the window after waiting for Soul to have been thrown out of the window, she hadn’t seen what had been taken out. Who cares, she thought, and held her hand out behind her, not risking letting the witch leave her sight. When her hand remained empty, she threw a glare back at her partner. “Soul, change into a scythe! Don’t you want to collect this witch’s soul?” She suddenly froze in place, jaw dropping and eyes going blank.
            Soul didn’t feel particularly proud as he sat there, sprawled out and cock pointing upward, straining from the denied orgasm he was to have; if only Maka held off on coming in for just two seconds, Soul wouldn’t have to worry about this condition, as all of that stress would’ve been pumped into Blair’s stomach. He turned away from Maka when she continued to gape. “I can’t really concentrate,” he grumbled. He couldn’t keep his gaze away from Blair’s beautiful form while so aroused. Why, oh why, Maka? When he saw that she hadn’t moved yet, he frowned and tried to cover up. “Well, say something, stupid.”
            “Maka Chop!” Where she had a thick, hardcover book stashed, Soul could not know; all that mattered was that it dented his skull inward. Maka quaked in rage, blushing furiously at the face. “What were you doing with her?! I thought you had more self control than that, Soul! She may be naked, but she’s still a witch, our target!” she reminded him. She tried not to notice his throbbing erection. “Now… Now change into a scythe!”
            “I can’t,” he groaned, rubbing his cranium. “I can’t focus; my soul is too hectic.” He gestured to his crotch. “Like this, I’m useless.”
            Maka huffed, and considered her choices. The witch was right there, ready and able to overpower them, yet she was just sitting idle with her massive bosom exposed. Was rendering men powerless her specialty, Maka wondered. Well, if they were given a chance, Maka – being a serious Meister who did whatever it took to overcome obstacles – knew what she had to do. Asking for Blair to be patient, she spun around on her heel to face Soul. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Soul, but we have to get you into gear again to get this witch’s soul,” she grumbled, and before Soul knew what the hell she was talking about, she snatched up his member in her gloved hand and squeezed. Her first thought when she first took hold of him was: Damn, he’s big! Even being a first-timer when it comes to handling a cock, she knew that Soul was gifted. It was like handling the grip of the scythe, only it was warm and pulsed with life.
            “Hey, what are you doing, Maka? I don’t need your help with that,” protested Soul, though he didn’t make any move to push her hands away. His eyes darted over to Blair to get a glimpse of her reaction; she didn’t really seem to care and just watched the two with the look of an adult watching two children innocently play with each other. “Come on, she’s watching us!” he hissed at Maka. “This is totally not cool!”
            “Shut up!” Maka snapped back at him, still trying to work out a steady rhythm with her jerking fist. “I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you hadn’t been such a perv! You just better give some warning before you…” She searched for a word, blushing furiously and turning away. “… release.” Having no experience, it was hard for her to keep the cock angled correctly while quickly massaging it. Unfortunately, she did not have the touch – nor the visual appeal – of Blair, and while Soul was not growing soft, he didn’t find much of Maka’s efforts effective other than the fact that she was holding his cock.
            “You should use your mouth.” The advice came from the bathtub, and Maka turned around to face the witch that had gotten Soul into this state. The violet-haired beauty had commenced her bath, though she seemed like she was enjoying it a bit too much as an enchanted soap bar moved in between her bosom. “He seemed to really like it before, and you obviously aren’t getting any headway with that handjob,” she teased, pointing an idle finger at Maka’s fist around Soul’s cock. She could practically laugh at the inexperienced endeavors.
            Maka felt her skin crawl at the suggestion while glaring hatefully at the witch. Who was she to instruct Maka on the proper way to get a man to ejaculate? To try to ignore her, Maka turned right back to Soul, and he noticed that she now wasn’t doing this so that he could get his wavelength focused; she just wanted to get him to cum just to prove to the annoying witch that she could manage it.
            “Soul, you’d better cum soon!” she snarled. It wasn’t exactly something to get Soul’s juices boiling; if anything, she was instilling fear into him rather than pleasure.
            Blair leaned forward. “Aw, he looks so scared. If you’d like, little girl, I’ll help him out.” She winked at Soul and pressed her arm closer to her chest, allowing him a glimpse of the nipple of her right tit.
            The visual was helpful, and Maka suddenly felt the cock pulsating much more eagerly. She fumed, thinking that Soul had more of a reaction to just seeing the witch than he had to Maka stroking his dick. Fine, if he really wanted to be that way…! Maka swallowed hard, looking down at Soul’s eight-inch cock, and in one fluid motion, moved down to take the head of it into her mouth, much to Soul’s astonishment. He stammered and told her to get off of him, but she refused, screwing her eyes shut as she tried to descend her orifice a bit more down his shaft. At the bathtub, Blair mused and commended Maka for having the guts to take the initiative.
            Shut up, Maka wanted to scream as her mouth was stuffed with Soul’s meat, but she refrained herself so that her concentration wouldn’t be broken. It was amazing how little she could squeeze in her mouth. Aside from the length, the width of it proved challenging for her lips to wrap around. He wasn’t a ridiculous size, but it was still a chore. She unconsciously moaned as she tried to get a fourth inch in her mouth, but decided that it was futile when her gag reflex rejected any more.
            “Maka, seriously, stop. You don’t have to keep doing this,” Soul whispered to her, though his limbs were shaking. The fire in his loins returned, and he began to groan as she drew up, the suction intense from Maka’s mouth. She didn’t say anything to him, but shot him a glare with her green eyes that warned him that a ‘Super Maka Chop’ was in his near-future if he tried to stop her again; she had already had his dick in her mouth, and she wasn’t about to just give up and give the witch the satisfaction. She hadn’t the technique of Blair, but her tongue lying flat on the bottom of her mouth gave the cock a velvety massage as it pushed back and forth in her mouth. Due to Blair working him up earlier, it was not long before Soul reached his breaking point. “Dammit, I’m gonna…” He squeezed his eyes shut, bared his fangs, and grunted as he swelled considerably in Maka’s mouth. She also noticed the increasing size, and took that as the warning. She started to lift her head, but Soul’s palm thrust downward on her head. She gave a muffled protest and tried again to pull herself off. “Just stay there,” he breathlessly told her, seeming stressed while his orgasm took hold.
            Maka’s eyes widened when the first of his ejaculate splashed against the back of her mouth. More semen gushed in to fill her mouth to the point where her cheeks started to expand. With no other option with her lips sealed by Soul’s member, she steeled herself and began to down the bitter substance in heavy gulps. His hips bucked a bit as he forced out the last pearly drops for Maka to swallow. When his hands went slack at the top of her head, she pulled away and coughed into her open palm. The last remnants of sperm dotted her hand in gooey puddles that soaked into her white glove. After catching her breath, she held the tainted palm away and gazed at it disgustedly. “Ew!” She shook her hand to try to rid it of the essence that left her mouth tingling with a taste she did not favor. Weakly, absentmindedly, Soul tried to apologize, blaming his behavior on the witch.
            “Aw, I knew I should have given it to the first-timer,” the woman complained from the bathtub. The water sloshed, and Soul found himself gawking when the purple-haired beauty rose up from the bubbles, unembarrassed as the suds rolled down her slippery-smooth skin to expose every inch of her, perky, pink nipples tipping her large tits and crotch cleared of any hair. She touched the rim of her witch-hat and flashed Soul a smirk. As sleek as a cat, she stepped out of the bath and approached the white-haired boy; he remained frozen in place, unable to process thought while stunned by her absolute beauty, boundless by the fact that she was without clothes aside from her hat. She nudged Maka away as if she didn’t matter; the Meister wanted to yell at her, but a pumpkin spell sent her crashing into the other side of the room, where she remained in a temporary daze. Soul called out to her, worried, but Blair wouldn’t be ignored and forced him to turn back to her.
            “Don’t worry about her,” she told him, grinning when his eyes dropped down to the cleavage now pressing up against him. “She’s not hurt, little boy. But tell me…” She ran her fingers over his wilted cock. Delicate touches woke his arousal again and he was left to ponder: was it a spell she was using, or her own natural talents that brought life back to his recently-satisfied cock? He stiffened with a hard grunt when she wrapped her hand fully around him and gave a firm squeeze. She bent down, her tits moving along his body until they brushed over his cock; he did well suppressing the urge to shove himself between those luscious orbs of flesh.
            Blair didn’t take a moment to consider as she parted her lips to take him into her. Hungrily, she sucked on him, pleased to find that there was still some of his cum left to be nursed from him. He tasted just as good as she thought he would have, and she gratefully gulped it all down until nothing was left. Still, she bobbed her head up and down on him, even though she had gathered up all of Maka’s leftovers.
            When she pulled away, she inhaled deeply and was glad to see that the well-endowed boy wasn’t dying of a severe nosebleed. Now that it was established that he could survive some immoral pleasures, she got on all fours and turned around, ass waving at him beckoningly. She looked over her shoulder, reveling in how Soul gawked at her like her body was the grandest treasure in the world. It probably would’ve been impossible to shift his gaze from her sweet, little cunt even with a crowbar.
            “Well, c’mon,” Blair urged him, arching her back like a cat in heat. “I hope you still have enough energy to play with this pussy.” Her slender hand rubbed her wet mound, spreading the lips for Soul’s viewing pleasure.
            That was enough. Soul scrambled to his knees, not wanting to even risk her changing her mind. He was going to fuck her raw! Screw the fact that she was a witch! For right now, he didn’t care about becoming a Death Scythe.
            New to the process of sex, but nonetheless willing, he situated himself behind her, glad that she was patient and was separating her folds for easier access. Her knees eased apart a bit more to better accommodate his full size. “Hurry up now,” she sang to him, and then pushed her hips back so that she felt his hot top push against her exposed entrance.
            “Yeah, yeah,” he panted. “Just be cool.” Was he talking to himself? Whatever; he shook his head absently and focused on the hole his cock eagerly wanted to penetrate. He handled his dick in one hand while the other gripped Blair’s waist, tightening his hold on her wet flesh. A mere shift of the hips, and the cockhead pushed through her entrance. She cooed pleasantly at the feeling and anticipated more. Soul, finding this to be the point of no return, held his breath and began to push forward, wedging deep into Blair’s channel. Tossing her purple hair to one side, baring her curving back to him, she tilted her head upward and mewled. When his movements became hesitant again, she winked over her shoulder at him and told him not to be shy; she could handle him.
            With that in mind, Soul decided to forge ahead. Both of his hands went to her shapely hips, using it as leverage as he eased forward, losing his breath as he sunk deep within the witch’s cunt, much to the delight of them both. He never felt cooler than when he heard Blair moan something about the impressive size of his cock.
            His thighs finally pressed firmly against Blair’s buttocks. All eight inches of his penis were now neatly encased in her stretched heat. He stayed in place, not wanting to leave the pleasure-giving warmth, though he scuttled about for better leverage. He wondered briefly if she should shed his clothing, but decided against it; it was too late for that anyway. The most he decided to do was adjust his opened pants so that his balls could swing freely. It felt good to have them out anyway.
            “Is it okay if I start now?” he asked, his voice wavering slightly.
            Blair giggled at his naïveté. “I’ve been waiting” was all she said, and then squeezed his shaft with her pussy. He whimpered slightly at the feeling, his fingernails digging into her skin. His eyes turned to Maka. She was still out of it mentally, but didn’t seem to be hurt; the spell seemed to be more of a dizzying charm than an offensive move. It made doing this with the witch a guilty pleasure. At least she wasn’t hurt…
            He pulled back, listening to the wet sliding sound his cock made while coming out of her, and then drove back in with such force that he rocked her whole body and made her cry out in pleasure. He did it again, and again she responded loudly. “Yes, just like that,” she told him. She moved a hand to adjust her right breast, cradling it as the other tit mashed against the cool tile. She plucked and pinched the taut nub, adding more pleasure to the great amounts Soul was giving her. God, it had been too long since she had a good fucking – one that was with an actual person and not one of her enchanted bath supplies.
            Soul’s inexperience proved to be quite enjoyable, for he was overzealous as he pounded against her, unsure of how to control himself and time his thrusts. He grunted each time he pounded into her snatch; she found herself moving with him as the grip on her hips pulled insistently on her. His powerful hold would definitely leave bruises on her fair skin to remind her of this encounter.
            “This has got to be the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he wheezed as he pushed into Blair’s hungry pussy over and over again, his testicles slapping against her clitoris during his mad thrusts.
            “Happy to be a part of it,” laughed Blair. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she felt the impending orgasm swirl around in her lower abdomen. “Mmm, just be sure to keep fucking me like that. Nice and deep.” She rolled her bottom against him to add a few newer sensations as he drove in and out.
            “Yeah, no problem. I can keep going for a while.” He was right, lasting almost five minutes. Of course, when Blair beat him to the punch, inner walls clenching strongly around his piston-like dick while being flooded by a rush of her orgasmic juices, he couldn’t hold onto his restraints. He moved to pull out of her. “Hey, I’m cumming! Where?”
            Blair pushed back against him until he was fully sheathed in her. “Inside me,” she panted, tongue lulling out as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. “Shoot all that cum inside of me!” Far be it from Soul to deny a woman’s request. He pushed in deep, deeper than ever before. Greedy hands reached around to grab a hold on her big tits, urging her climax to see him through; god, those breasts were soft! Heat sped from his dangling balls, and the crown of his cock swelled before the discharge of semen rushed out to flood Blair’s womb. The feel of it spreading within her heightened her senses, and she moaned loudly as she came again, milking Soul for all he was worth.
            Losing his cool for a moment, he threw his head back and yelled, pounding into Blair several more times to fully empty his load for her to carry in her body. When the last ounces were spat into her, he lost his mind and fell atop of Blair, forcing her to collapse on the floor in a satisfied mess. The cold tile felt nice on her aching nipples after indulging in a good fucking after so long of being forced to play with herself on those lonesome or boring nights.
            “Sorry,” Soul dumbly said before rolling off to the side to catch his breath, wincing as he pulled his drenched cock from her pleasant depths. He stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
            Resting her cheek on her folded arms and turning to face fondly at him, Blair giggled. “Don’t worry about it. You know, if you’d like, we can hang out some more. We can have a lot of fun together.” She winked suggestively at him. Before her ‘magic’ touch could reach him again, Soul tucked his wilting penis away and made some distance between him and her. She found his attitude humorous.
            “Soul, what’s going on?” It was Maka, finally awake after being struck by Blair’s magic pumpkin. She looked around confusedly. “Is that the witch? Soul, hurry up and transform! We can get her soul now! She’s unguarded!”
            Soul blinked. Was that a memory erasing spell that Blair had used? He glanced at the witch, and she simply chuckled in her throat and gave him a secretive wink. Thank Lord Death himself, Soul thought. This meant that his partner would have no recollection of giving him head or swallowing what came out. All too eagerly, he lunged at Maka and shape-shifted to the scythe of Maka’s choice.
            Blair was up now, using an enchantment to dress herself. “Wow, he really changed into a scythe,” she mused. She smirked. “And I guess you’re ready to take my soul.” She conjured a pumpkin and prepared for Maka’s attack.
            Thus, the battle for the witch’s soul began, though it would be fruitless. But during a pause in the confrontation, Maka had to pause and swish her tongue around in her mouth; it was distracting her. What the hell did she swallow to give such a bitter taste? She shrugged and continued the battle against the playful Blair. The witch only thought of the fun she had already had this night…
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From the Beginning