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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Made_in_Abyss_(Anime), Made_In_Abyss
  Relationship:
      Ozen/Maruruk
  Character:
      Ozen, Maruruk
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Older_Woman/Younger_Man, Ozen_-_Freeform, Maruruk_-_Freeform, If
      these_tags_come_out_as_free_form_god_help_me, I_am_very_aware_of_how
      corny_the_title_is., Gore_in_the_second_chapter_cause_Ozen_kills_a_thing,
      smut_in_the_first_chapter, Poor_use_of_tags, wew
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-18 Completed: 2018-02-25 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1786
****** Abyssal Longing ******
by moistadventure
Summary
     Maruruk looked at Ozen, and she gave him the slightest smile. It was
     still more than enough to kickstart his devotion to her.
***** Lust and Longing *****
Note: Maruruk is older in this than he probably is in the actual series.
(around mid-late teen years here)
_________
 
A cool breeze of air was shifting through the dark leaves of the strange
upside-down trees that peppered the 2nd Layer of The Abyss, and the same cool
breeze that had blew in through an open window of the building that Ozen and
Maruruk were housed in.
Inside, atop the bed, the two of them were wrapped in each other's naked
embrace. Maruruk had his face pressed up against Ozen's abdomen and was just
nodding off to sleep, when the chilly breeze had flew in and made him shiver.
He wriggled out of Ozen's arm, loosely curled around his head -- she was
stroking his smooth blue locks earlier -- and tugged at the sheets that were
covering their nudity to cover himself more. Immediately, Maruruk heard a
sharp, quiet inhale; the sound he had grown to register as Ozen waking up from
slumber.
He looked up and saw her familiarly detached gaze looking straight through his
soul. "Did you wake up?" She asked, her tone being difficult to discern from
annoyance, curiosity or concern. Maruruk was used to it.
"'Was cold..." he mumbled, and snuggled closer to her body. She shifted in the
bed and picked him up, pulling him closer towards her face before resting him
gently on one of her ample bosoms. Earlier in his life, after Ozen had saved
him from a lonely demise and picked out his wardrobe for him, sleeping so nude
and close to her wasn't anything alarming or out of the ordinary for Maruruk;
but as the days and years went on, he had caught himself thinking about his
teacher/mother figure in different ways...
When she was dressing him up and tying his apron and frills on, his body
yearned for her to touch him more, and touch him deeper than just a light pat
on the head or a gentle clench of his hand. Before they would curl up in bed
together, Ozen would give him a sweet peck on his left cheek, and now he wished
she would move her lips just a *bit* to the right...
A few weeks after those thoughts started popping up, Ozen had walked in on him
masturbating into a pair of her panties, her stone cold gaze unflinched at the
sight of Maruruk's burgeoning lust and the realisation it was caused by her,
and promptly directed at her. Then, one week after that, she had told Maruruk
to lift up his frilly apron and pull his girly panties down, and to sit down on
the bed. Her eyes following the length of his stiffening cock as his face
flushed and nipples stiffened was a sight Maruruk would not forget...
... only to be rivalled by the memory of Ozen sucking on his cock and groping
his balls while he tried to hold in the shrill yelps and moans he was making;
seeing his teacher, the great Ozen the Immovable, hunched over his own penis -
- slurping on it, kissing it, taking it down her throat -- it was so lewd and
naughty, and *real.*
A few days after she had sucked him off and swallowed his cum for the first
time, he was finding it difficult to sleep in the same bed as her. Every night,
he'd sport a throbbing erection that'd press into Ozen and smear precum against
her skin, but she never seemed to care or notice. Those nights when he would
try to masturbate, he would always hear a sharp, quiet inhale, and look up to
the sight of his teacher staring at him with that familiar cold gaze. He would
be too uncomfortable to continue, and his bulging erection would subside.
Tonight, however, was going to be a restful night for Maruruk; he was almost
fully asleep and hadn't gotten aroused, until the breeze woke him up and Ozen
pressed his face against her sizeable breasts; his lips resting on her areola,
just millimetres away from her nipples. He could feel the blood rushing to his
cock again, and a little voice told him it would be a good idea to lightly run
his tongue across Ozen's tantalising nipple..
The bulging tip of his penis pressed against Ozen's smooth, pale thigh,
smearing precum all over it. The ever recognisable sharp, quiet inhale sounded
in Maruruk's ears; but he didn't stop.
Maruruk started humping her leg, his cock hot and throbbing against her smooth
skin, foreskin rolling back and forth; it felt too *good* to stop..
Suddenly, Ozen had shifted in bed; she was squatting over her blue-haired,
sexually frustrated apprentice, and forced her supple breast into his mouth. He
took the hint and started sucking: a sweet, warm milk was his reward. It
flooded his mouth and made his cock yearn for his teacher even more. He was
about to reach down and start touching himself, but Ozen had grabbed his length
and started lowering herself onto him.
In that moment, Maruruk could've been told he had found the greatest and most
valuable artifact to be found in The Abyss, and he still wouldn't have thought
it was as heavenly as losing his virginity to his beautiful teacher. The tight,
wet folds of her womanhood lovingly took his cock into her and didn't let him
pull out.
"Nnmm.." Ozen made a gentle moan and staring moving up and down on his wet,
hot, needy cock. Maruruk was writhing in ecstasy underneath her, his body
covered in sweat, Ozen's breastmilk rolling down his chin, his groin covered in
sticky, viscous sexual fluids that made him even more aroused knowing they came
from his teacher, and that he was the reason she was making them.
Ozen's up and down motions were getting rougher, and her breathing was more
ragged. Maruruk could feel her getting tighter around him, and---
"Unhnmn..!!" Ozen had tensed up and stopped moving, thighs clenched together.
Maruruk could feel her squirting all over his erection inside her, and let out
a muffled, shrill moan as he blew a thick, ball-emptying load inside of her.
The intensity of her orgasm took him by surprise, and his subsequent one left
him dizzy and seeing stars. She stayed on top of him for a moment, catching her
breath and shivering.
Maruruk finally took his mouth off her tit -- sucked dry -- and let out a long,
shaky exhale. Ozen slid off of him, his spent, softening cock flopping against
his navel with a lewd slap. She got up and sluggishly took a towel from the
bedroom's closet, then stumbled back to the bed where she picked Maruruk up and
sat him down on her lap, soaking in the sweat from body and mopping up the cum
and vaginal fluid his crotch was covered in. She held a hand on his chest when
she squeezed out the last globs of semen from his penis, oozing into the towel.
Maruruk sprawled out onto the bed, too hot to curl back into the sheets. He
sleepily heard Ozen get another towel and clean herself up, before feeling her
pick him up again and press her cushiony bosom into the back of his head, while
her long pale leg wrapped around his. Ozen kissed the top of his baby-blue
haired head, and soon he could hear her gentle, slumbering breath.
The cool breeze flew back in, and cooled down the both of their bodies, just
for a bit. Maruruk smiled as he fell asleep.
***** Inbyo *****
Chapter Summary
     Maruruk reminisces about how Ozen dispelled one of his younger fears.
It was foggy in the Second Layer; and Maruruk was sitting in Ozen's lap,
watching the Inbyos swing and hop through the inverted trees, their red eyes
occasionally glancing over at the two delvers.
As the shadowy primates broke in and out of the fog and leaves, Maruruk
remembered being terrified of them years ago; when Ozen had just saved his life
and brought him to live with her. He was a defenceless child back then, and a
young mind left to imagine things tends to fill in the blanks with a bit too
much vigour; he had nightmares of being cornered by hundreds of them, the
characteristic long arms and fingers ready to rip his throat out without a
second thought, the crimson, burning eyes memorising every detail of his
pathetic, unavoidable death.
It wasn't until an overly curious Inbyo had wandered too close to their
settlement when Ozen had dispelled his fear of them. He remembered the day so
vividly, even though it had happened so many years ago..
Maruruk was inside the building, folding his frilly maid clothes he was still
getting accustomed to, when Ozen had told him to follow her outside. At that
point he thought he was being scolded for something, since he hadn't gotten
used to Ozen's tone being a consistently low, almost-bored monotone. He
nervously held her hand when she offered it, and followed her outside to the
front entrance. What was waiting for them sent Maruruk into shock:
An Inbyo, up close and personal.
Maruruk's knees buckled and he started shaking and sputtering and tearing up,
trying to break free of Ozen's grip and to run inside and hide and cover his
ears and eyes and wake up from what had to be another nightmare, but he was
frozen in place.
Ozen had gently let go of his hand, and stroked his hair. She calmly stepped
towards the Inbyo -- which was making odd, twitchy movements and sounds that
chilled Maruruk to the bone -- and put a hand on its head. It started making
more aggressive noises and bared its sharp, yellow teeth: Maruruk slammed his
eyes shut and squeezed his hands over his ears, repeating 'Wake up,' in his
head over and ove--
He felt Ozen's ungloved hand caress his face, and opened his eyes. Her face and
coat had blood staining them, but her hand and arm were drenched in the stuff.
Maruruk shifted his gaze to her side, where the Inbyo was laying motionless on
the grass.
It's head was replaced by a couple of red/pink chunks, and a still-flowing
stream of blood.
Ozen had popped its head like an overripe fruit.
Maruruk looked at Ozen, and she gave him the slightest smile. It was still more
than enough to kickstart his devotion to her.
From that day on, he wasn't scared of Inbyos, nor was he frightened of the
Nakikabanes, the strange parrot-ferret creatures that imitated wounded cries to
lure in prey. He wasn't really scared of anything, as long as he stuck close to
Ozen.
He had just noticed she was stroking his hair, ever-so-quietly humming
something.
Maruruk made a contented sigh, and relaxed into her arms, and slept.
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