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.
