"Chains souleater"
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Created on: Tuesday 4th of June 2019 07:52:34 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:10:20 AM UTC



Explicit
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Category:
F / F
fandom:
Soul Eater
Relationship:
Maka Albarn / Medusa
Characters:
Maka AlbarnMedusa (Soul Eater)
Additional Tags:
collarsNecklacesAttempted MurderRough SexJail
Language: French stats:Published:2012-10-16Words:4990Chapters:1/1Kudos:2hits:129
Chains
AkaUsa
Summary:
Medusa receives a visit from Maka in prison but when she sees a chance to give her change, things do not turn out as planned.

Notes:
One of my first smut fanfics, on the Proms Colliers, as a kink / fetish.

Work Text:
Despite Shibusen's position in the middle of the Nevada desert, his cells deepest buried in the dungeons of the school did not escape the humidity. Also, the constant cold and darkness would surely have got the better of her if she had possessed a human constitution.

Her witch's body protected her from such things, but not from the unconsciousness of time, and only the few visits she received allowed her to put the clocks back on time, if only for a few days.

Everything started with footsteps, accompanied by doors that opened and closed, a sign that someone was coming. A grating slid, followed by the creaking of the hinges and the appearance of the orange light of a torch in the cell.

In the light of the flame, Maka's green eyes were illuminated with strange reflections. In the darkness of these cells hidden from ordinary mortals, no one who ventured there seemed to be entirely sane.

Medusa had been, the first time, somewhat surprised that it was the young meister who was itchy by curiosity to even find her in the dungeon where Shinigami had thrown her. If it had been necessary to bet on someone, she would rather have imagined Dr. Stein. However, he had been more cautious and had preferred not to approach, staying safe under the sunlight. Perhaps it was really a lost cause at heart.

The meister had come to her under the pretext that she needed advice and Medusa knew immediately how she had to maneuver to bring her back. Since then, Maka had been ironed twelve times to visit him at irregular intervals. The last time they met, she must have been between eighteen and twenty. Today, it did not change much at first sight.

These meetings represented a chance to escape from confinement and to regain some of her freedom, however tiny. By gaining a growing influence on Maka, she would gain the opportunity to improve her own case. Shinigami knew how attractive the madness was, as well as his soldiers, which did not stop them from throwing himself into his nets.

During their first exchanges, everything had happened in his cell but it had soon been necessary that the meister asked to use a particular room for more ease; what the witch confided to her required a little intimacy and most of Shibusen's walls had ears.

A guard handed a small box to Maka who opened it. Medusa knew that inside was a series of electric collars used to hold the prisoners when they took them out of their dungeons. The young woman took out one of the case and approached the witch.

Although it was not the first time that it happened, Medusa could not stop his body from stretching as the meister was about to put on the collar. She hated the feel of the leather against her skin, the weight of the object around her neck.

There was nothing she could do, however, in the position she was in, her arms and legs surrounded by irons sealed by pentagrams. To effectively lock up wizards, you had to fight fire with fire and Shinigami would not have hesitated for a moment before using it.

Maka's fingers moved behind her neck, while she tied the strap, she was nearby and Medusa could smell the vanilla smell of her shampoo, distinguish a chain with fine gold links against her neck where she previously put a tie on his old uniform.

Finally, the necklace was perfectly closed. For a moment, the young woman's hands lingered between the curvature of the neck and the witch's shoulders and then they went down to get rid of the fasteners that held her in place.

Slowly, she got up while being careful to stretch her limbs numb by its immobility and sore by the chains. Maka watched her without moving, then, when she was done, the meister went to the exit. Medusa followed her behind her and kept him on their heels, holding in her hand the torch that Maka had left him.

They advanced at a rapid pace to a small cubic room, uniformly white and brightly lit, with only one table and two chairs. The contrast was striking after the black stones of the dungeon where daylight did not filter and the corridors that led to it, Medusa had to restrain himself so as not to blink under the glare of the immaculate walls.

The meister almost slammed the door in the guard's face, locking them both in the isolated room. Then she began pacing the small square of available floor while the witch sat quietly on a chair. In the present clarity, the young woman's anxiety was perfectly visible in her features and attitude. She did not dare to face Medusa right away or to open the discussion, and while she kept going around in circles, the meister was scratching a blackish crust from time to time on the wrist.

"I think it has grown too much. She finally announced.

In exchange, the witch offered her a deliberately disinterested look that did not fail to annoy her younger sister.

"There are too many ... And the level continues to rise. "

Crossing her arms, Medusa paused for a moment before answering.

"I thought you wanted to better control the black blood in you.

-Obviously, but I wish I could use it without it continuing to spread. "

At these words, the witch sneered.

"Too bad that this is the very principle of black blood. "

As Maka did not answer, she continued.

"Have you read the books I advised you last time?

-Yes. They answered part of my questions but I ask myself at least ten new ones per answer received. "

His nails continued to scrape against the crust that was barely open and closed. The black blood had indeed progressed well inside his body.

"It's because science does not bring answers but more questions. The more you learn, the more you have to learn, as if you were walking on an endless road. The knowledge is unlimited but it is this which allows us to detach ourselves from the dull and boring everyday, from these days which are all alike, without any evolution.

-I hate it when you smile like that.

-When I smile how? "

Maka frowned and Medusa could not help but stretch the lips further. Not that she did it on purpose, talking about the progress of the world was one of her good pleasures and she could not always constantly control her smiles. That and it was as easy as pleasant to tickle the young woman in front of her.

"No matter ... In any case, I need to know the components of black blood. "

The witch waved her head from side to side.

"Despite your progress, you are still far from having reached the level to do anything with this information.

-In this case tell me how to stop it!

-I have not really done any experiments in this direction; once again, the goal was to spread it. "

What was a nasty lie, obviously, she would have needed an "antidote" in case the black blood had too negative effects on the body. That said, she was still content with the union minimum of effort not to lose too much time. Now she could always hope that Maka would bite the hook and drop the subject, but she doubted it seriously, given the insistence she brought to her cause.

Indeed, the meister moved closer and placed his hand on the back of the chair where Medusa had sat, blocking the passage and displaying a dominant position.

"I do not care about your circumstances; I just want to know all the elements you know about, whatever they are and as unimportant as they may seem otherwise ...

-Otherwise what ? "

Maka clearly did not lose all impulsiveness with the passage to adulthood and the implied threat did not please Medusa. Perhaps it was time to make him swallow his impudence. The witch had always enjoyed sending spades to her older sister when she tried to establish her superiority, even to the point of sometimes being cautious. All these people, puffed up by their supposed superiority, had always made him quickly lose patience.

The young woman in front of her had nothing to answer to her question, she was now aware of having spoken too fast and could only clench her fists in a silent rage. After all, it was not his style to try blackmail.

Maka did have a switch that would allow her to throw an electric shock through the collar she had put on him, yet she knew it would cause death on the spot and she needed to keep the witch alive; she could not do anything to him.

Yet she did not want to withdraw, even without being able to say anything she did not back down.

Medusa would never know exactly what pushed her to act. Perhaps it was an impulse, a hint of madness, a whim, the urge to belittle the meister, or a fool of the situation in which she was locked up. In any case, it only takes a moment for her arms to reach their target with her usual snake liveliness.

His fingers closed around the links of the golden chain. Taken by surprise, Maka flinched and Medusa pushed her easily against the table. Back against the wood, legs blocked by the body of the witch against her, she found no escape.

Painfully, the metal of the necklace sank into the flesh of her neck and her attempts to catch the air only made her tired. His fingers moved vaguely against the hands of his attacker in a vain attempt to free themselves but even the nails that sank into his arms failed to let go in Medusa.

She had to say that she appreciated the situation quite well. Although she had never been one of those who took pleasure in murder, the act could sometimes satisfy some frustrations. Killing Maka now would not hurt him and Shibusen would make him pay heavily, but on the spot, she did not care. All these years to plan and plot carefully to finally get there.

Maka's face had already begun to turn white and his breathing was limited to hoarse hiccups. Her confinement had weakened Medusa but despite that, she still had enough strength to kill the young woman and he had only a few seconds left to hold.

In a last effort, the meister raised her hand again towards the witch, who thought at first that she was going to try to repel her again. That was why she could not react in time when the fingers passed around the leather strap. Maka pulled.

Imperceptibly, the taking of Medusa relaxed as the face of the young woman approached. The shock against his forehead stuns him and this moment is enough to turn the situation around. A kick tipped her back and now their positions were reversed.

With a crash, his back met the ground and the pain made him lose the last crumbs of influence that remained to him. Maka grabbed his wrists to hold his arms behind his head with one hand, the other still gripping the collar. She was sitting slightly above her pelvis, preventing her from moving the lower part of her body.

As the witch knew that attacking the meister would not go far, the rapid reversal of the situation did not affect her but their position remained uncomfortable.

For the moment, the young woman was trying to resume normal breathing. His chain had left a dark net on his neck, Medusa found that it was a much better necklace.

"Brothel Medusa, are you really doing anything to frustrate me? "

She did not know what was most surprising; her language or the fact that she chose the term frustrating to talk about this assassination attempt. Their position did not help. Maka stifled a coughing fit and tightened his hold on the leather strap, his nails sinking slightly into the skin.

"What do you expect from me, that I satisfy you? "

Maka leaned slightly further. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed with the blood that had risen to his head, Medusa wondered when anger had disappeared from his eyes, to make way for something else. She let her eyes drag on their bodies intertwined.

"Well, as you can see, I'm all yours. "

This time, the other leaned much more visible. His grip on the witch's wrists tightened. A glimmer of doubt passed.

"I ... I do not know what to do ... 

-What, between killing me or kissing me? "

She had neither the time nor the desire to turn around the bush.

The meister looked away, not making their situation easier. Unconsciously, his fingers occasionally caressed the space between the skin and the leather of the necklace. She had changed but not so much; she remained a bad liar.

" What would you like ? "

Medusa grumbled. She was giving him the blow of human decency now. Her sister, all the witches she had been dealing with and each person she had handled would not have hesitated for a moment before acting if she had found herself facing them in the same position as today. No Maka; Maka asked her what she wanted.

It turned out that Medusa had always taken what she wanted, when she could and that the only really important thing had always been her free will. Today, she had no way to get it back, but the meister could not do anything to get her out of there - and even if she could, she would have obviously refused to act.

To a certain extent, death could be considered a good escape, but Medusa loved life too much to abandon it now.

Her other proposal had been given only because she had seen the desire float in Maka's eyes and wanted to drive the knife into the wound. She supposed she would not necessarily hate the thing-after all, the body had her needs-yet she seriously doubted that she had the motivation to handle the small fixation that Maka seemed to have found for the necklaces. When it came to power play, she hated losing and she was certainly not going to give the young woman control. She was not a dog who came with pleasure according to the good will of her mistress.

The witch was already sufficiently annoyed that the proximity and the preceding thoughts were enough to provoke a beginning of excitement at her; for that she blamed imprisonment and prolonged isolation.

"You do not intend to answer? "

Every second Maka seemed closer to her than she was before. So continuing she would end up kissing her whether she likes it or not and since Medusa was determined not to show what she thought, that was fine.

All the same, the witch could not help but think about it and what she was aware of did not please her. Maybe she wanted to, after all.

"Oh yes, I'm dying to sleep with you on the hard floor of this room, in this ridiculous position ... That's what you want to hear? "

Maka blinked before answering. The calm she had lost a few minutes ago seemed to be totally restored.

"So if I understand correctly, does that mean that you prefer the second option? "

Medusa failed to swear.

"I must say that this fleeting attitude is not like you. Is it because of the time spent in prison? A question of pride?

-Maybe I'm just not excited about necklaces like somebody. "

The young woman was so close now that her hair, falling like a curtain around her face and ears, was hiding her from the ceiling and the rest of the room. In bright green eyes, she could glimpse her blurred reflection.

In fact, she was afraid to like that. The constraint of a necklace, the imprisonment, the control, all that was related to things that she had constantly hated and refused. Then, if she began to appreciate the wearing of leather thong, even by play, some of her was frightened by the possibility of what that meant. Perhaps she would then be satisfied with being a prisoner and after that, she would lose any chance of escaping. Not that she has nearly failed to put all this in the water with his assassination attempt but at least it would have done without his mind is broken.

"What are you attracting to this? Leather, The constriction, The takeover? Or is it the fact that it is me in this position? "

Timidly, the lips of the meister stretched into a smile, an indecipherable smile. This smile impressed itself in the retina of Medusa and, as she watched her reflection in Maka's eyes, it was as if the two images were superimposed in an abyss so deep that the smile finally became her own. .

"Let's play a game," said Maka, "name the parts of the body that you would like me to touch and I would execute each time. You choose when and where you want me to act. That way, I'm not in control, right? Just one condition ... "

Her fingers again caressed the space between the skin and the leather, then tightened their grip on the collar, pulling it slightly forward.

"This hand does not move.

-You do not risk going so low in this case ... »

With a movement of the hips, Maka changed his position while taking care to execute a rub against the medusa's lower abdomen.

"We'll see if you're wise. "

The witch did not even try to hold back the sneer that came out of her mouth.

" So ? "

Obviously, she took her first answer as a yes. The witch had to admit that her proposal was something a little more exciting.

" The lips. "

She had decided to stop thinking about it; to take the lead on this problem in the end ridiculous would bring him nothing. As much enjoy what she had.

Maka's mouth rested on his. The muscles in her hands tensed as she pulled him around the neck to strengthen the kiss. Because of the position, Medusa felt a slight pain in her arms still held over her head but it was gradually drowned under the sensation of wet lips of Maka, his white teeth nibbling the skin around his mouth and tongue slipping inside. Each of his actions were assured and endowed with an almost brutal vigor.

Medusa had to say that the girl kissed rather well but she did not hesitate to bite when the opportunity arose. Maka stepped aside and carried a hand - not the one holding the necklace, however - to his cheek.

"Aouch, what ...

-When I clarify the lips, I do not wait for you to stick your tongue in my mouth. "

Too bad she did not have snakes to be available to slip one into the throat of the young woman. Unfortunately, Shinigami was cautious and Dr. Stein made sure that not a single viper remained inside his body.

Rubbing his hand against his cheek, as if massaging it would already make the pain disappear, Maka grumbled.

"You seemed to appreciate though ... and it was not worth it to bite so hard. I think I bleed a little.

-Poor little ... The rules are the rules, it's you who proposed that is not it? So

take your decisions. "

At that moment, the meister seemed finally to realize that she was no longer blocking Medusa's arms and that the witch was free of her movements. However, it had not moved yet.

"Do not worry, I will not try anything. At least, as long as you do not make any more mistakes. "

The young woman swallowed before wiping on her skirt her moist hand now free.

" And now ?

-Find me from this high. "

Maka performed awkwardly, battling with his available fingers. The buttons on Shibusen's prison uniform were not particularly difficult to remove, but she did not use her dominant hand.

"It would be faster if you used both hands. "

New gruntly, followed by the detachment of an extra button.

"You want so much that I do not let go?

-Does it bother you ? "

Thinking about it in more detail, no, thought Medusa. She was starting to get used to the warmth of Maka's hand against her neck and if this surprised her sometimes by pulling lightly on the collar, it was not particularly unpleasant. In any case, there were far more strange fetishes on which she could have fallen.

"Not particularly, I'm just a little surprised to find this fantasy at home. "

The young woman had still not told him anything about his reasons, which attracted him. Medusa doubted she would tell him if she had not done it the first time.

In a small clack, the last button was detached and the torso of the prisoner laid bare.

"Clavicle. "

The next moment, Maka's lips were leaning against his skin. His tongue caressed the contour marked by the bones before going up along the neck. Medusa put his hand on her skull, against the locks of her soft hair and pushed it back slightly.

" Lower. "

Without complaining, the young woman obeys. The witch let her do a few moments before pronouncing her new request.

"The chest now. "

Maka straightened slightly before pressing his free hand against a breast. She palpa, the soupesa, stroked the nipple with his fingers. A nail scratched the skin, the meister pressed against the pink button and Medusa let out a low grunt. Then her lips clung to her as she reached for the other breast.

The little sounds of sucking and the moaning between them resonated in the ears of the witch who felt his breath accelerate. Her own arms remained inert and despite the frustration of not being able to touch the body above her, Medusa followed what she had said earlier. The interest of the game would have been spoiled if it returned to it. She had only to endure the strange, awkward feeling of not knowing where to place her limbs at rest.

For several minutes she gave Maka all the parts of her body that came to mind. She kissed her fingers, biting her shoulder and forced her down her mouth as far as possible on her belly to see how far she could go without releasing the necklace. The witch would not have been surprised that she had cramps in her arm because of the exercise.

Currently, the meister had his free hand between her thighs, two fingers caressing the lips of her sex. For this, she had to move slightly to the side, leaving the way to Medusa to move if she wanted but the witch was still motionless. A gentle languor permeated every movement and a small smile appeared on the young woman's face as their eyes met.

"Do you want me to insert them more deeply?

-No. Not now. "

All her wishes having been executed by Maka, she said to herself that after all, she could well throw a bone to gnaw him in turn. Even if she had obeyed all orders with a certain satisfaction, the witch could see that her eyes were constantly returning to the collar. Medusa inclined his head to the side, putting his neck in value.

"Come on, enjoy yourself. "

The meister blinked twice, as if she could not believe it.

" Really ?

-My neck is all yours. "

The next moment, her mouth was against her. Maka had not even bothered to withdraw his hand still leaning on the witch's sex. She first lightly kissed, barely touching the surface of the skin before nibbling. Medusa was surprised to realize how much she liked it.

Soon, his partner began to accelerate the pace. Maka's gestures were less precise than before, but they were full of eagerness and passion, as if she wanted to touch her everywhere at once without being able to go fast enough. The wet lips against her neck were an echo of her sex wet with excitement, the tongue licking the space between salted skin and leather a reminder of the fingers that continued to caress her lower.

She knew she would soon reach its climax and her body arched in reaction. Maka's mouth pressed against hers as his fingers clawed the necklace along with his neck and the bitter-sour smell of the love juice mingled with the sweetness of his hair. Her brain was bogged down in cotton, she had not even noticed that her arms were wrapped around the back of the meister. Their little game was over.

Medusa vaguely thought that it had been years since her confinement that she had not had an orgasm-that she had not had a sexual act at all. The hand against his neck went back to stroke the roots of his hair as Maka kissed her again and again.

When she finally stopped, she wiped her other hand on her white shirt before using it to help the witch get up. Lifting it halfway through the arm, pulling it halfway through the collar on the other side. Medusa found herself on her knees before her, quivering with the excitement of the past and the feeling that her brains were overheating despite numbness. Her hands dropped Maka's skirt and underwear onto the floor so fast that she did not have time to think about the order her gray box had gone through.

The young woman's thighs were warm under her fingers, hard contrast to the icy ground that scratched her knees and she was trying to forget. Maka had slipped a hand into her brown hair, which she gently stroked, but her grip on the thong around the witch's neck was still strict. Her breathing had turned into jerking panting as she supplicated Medusa alternately to go faster and not to stop. She found the idea rather ironic given their position.

Three knocks were knocked on the door. Maka cursed.

" Shit...

-Excuse me, it will soon be time for the end of the visits. "

One of the advantages of the room where they were located was in the particular sound of the place; you could hear noises coming from the outside, but on the other side the sounds were muffled so that it was impossible for someone to listen to the door and hear what was going on at the door. inside.

With a gesture, Maka pulled up her panties and petticoat, then she straightened her collar to hide as much as possible the remaining traces of the gold chain on her flesh and went to press a small switch placed against the door to communicate with the outside.

"Yes, give me only a few seconds. I'm almost done. "

She turned her gaze to Medusa and released the button.

"Make yourself more presentable, do you want? "

Medusa realized that she still had her unbuttoned top and exposed chest. While arranging this, Maka was busy correcting the last dubious details of her own appearance. When she finished, she took a critical look at the witch.

Seeing the young woman's eyes fall on his neck and grimace slightly, Medusa smiled sarcastically. Between the hickeys and scratch marks, it was hard to believe that nothing had happened.

The meister approached and wrapped the witch in a clumsy embrace. While breathing her hair, the prisoner wondered where she was coming from. They remained there for about ten seconds, then a little click happened and Maka pulled back.

"It suits you better than me. She announced in a monotone voice.

Her fingers shifted the position of the leather collar a little, she went up as well as she could the small collar of the prisoner's shirt and flattened the brown rebel locks around her neck.

Finally, she went to open the door and they made their way back, accompanied by the guard that Maka kept a little behind placing himself in the middle so that he did not take a look too closely at the witch .

Once in the cell, she slipped her chains to the prisoner and gently removed the leather band supposed to impose obedience to him, his fingers grazing longer than necessary the neck she had marked. She left without a word but Medusa already knew she would come back as always and because she had not managed to get what she wanted.

It remained to know when. Medusa had no idea if any of them had won anything there or if they had both ultimately lost. In any case, she was now a prisoner even in her cell of the weight of the collar and the cold chain links that Maka had tied to her neck.