Should I continue this Soul Eater Lemon?
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What it says on the tin. I started this story about a month ago, let it sit for a few weeks, and have now come back to it. Re-reading it, I'm not sure if I have the characters acting 'in character' and I'm not sure if this is written well.
It might just be me, but I need some feedback, so let me know if you guys wanna see more. If I do continue It's going to focus on some of the main couples, but also some of the less done ones. (For instance Oxford and Kim, never see many stories, lemon or not about those two...)
Anyway here is what I have so far.
FICTION START
"Nake snake, cobra cobubra... Nake snake, cobra cobubra." The gorgon witch medusa continued her chant, her tatoo snakes hovering around her back, periodically grabbing flasks from the shelves and pouring them into the large beaker in front of her. Her usual slasher smile forming on her face as she thought of the potentiality of this concoction. The old tome she studied wasn't clear, written in a language that was more arcane than what modern witches were used to, but she was able to get the gist of the ingredients. The effects weren't as easily understood, but she was able to make out "increased temperature" "increase respiration" as a starting effect and "exhaustion" as the after effects, with other unintelligible text in between them. From what she could expect, this would be a disease of some sort, or an illness. It wasn't something she would usually resort to, but considering now both the DWMA and Noah were after her, any way to keep one of theme of her back would help. The last ingredients, extracts of poison clover and virgin tongue, were added the mixture, and the blackish liquid solidified into a deep purple color.
Medusa's smile grew as she picked up the flask, it was time to test her concoction. She walked over to a glass container housing a few rats she used for black blood testing, and put a small amount of the liquid into a vaporizer, transforming the purple liquid into a pink gas which poured into the container. She sat and waited, looking for any reaction to take place. When the gas finally took effect, Medusa's face puzzled, then quickly shocked as she saw the reaction taking place in the rats. The shocked expression was soon replaced by another slasher smile. "Interesting, not quite as potent as a disease, but could be effective in sidelining a few of the DWMA..." Of course that lead to another thought, what if this only worked on animals, she would need a human test subject, or better yet, subjects. Her slasher smile grew even larger.
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The young witch stood in front of the door, nervous to enter, and unsure of what will happen to her when she does. "Geko..." she sighed out, finally going back to her nervous habit of grabbing her orange hat and pulling it over her eyes. "I really don't wanna do this! Damn Medusa, Damn snakes, DAMN DWMA!" She ran the last months events over in her head, her being captured by that "ninja" idiot and being taken to the DWMA, forced to help them retrieve the son of Shinigami, bomb strapped around her neck all the while. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to her if she hadn't been rescued, that last thought brought at least a bit of some comfort. After the brat was out of the book of Eibon she was going to be taken to a holding cell to await whatever the DWMA had planned for her. They had taken off the collar, and instead wrapped her in the what she could only guess was a larger version of what they had held Medusa in. They had told her that the cell had magic wards, and that she could 'croak as much as she liked for all the good it would do her'.
She smiled, "It might have been magic proof, but it didn't account for everything."
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She was there for maybe a few hours before she heard something quickly scraping the wall behind her. She puzzled for a moment before crying in shock as the wall she was tied up against suddenly fell backwards, exposing her to the outside air and herself looking straight at the grinning moon, said moon chuckling manically all the while. She crooked her head toward her feet and saw the DWMA complex receding into the horizon. "What on earth..." she said to herself.
"See!" a familiar voice shouted, "I told you, give a guy a spoon and he can make a great prison escape."
Eruka's face held for a brief moment disbelief, which then slowly turned into a contained grin, a smile, and then outright laughter. "Free, the legendary wolf-man, the man who stole the witch's eye, and now the master of daring escapes!" They both started laughing at that point, Free holding the wall piece above his head as he continued his long run toward Medusa's base
FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:
Eruka's smile continued for a bit, but faded as she recalled the reason for being here. Medusa had called for her for a "meeting", and she was certain it had something to do with her being captured. She could swear she felt snakes beginning to move inside her, and she quickly went for the door in case that was Medusa's personal way of saying "get moving".
She opened the door, and peered inside, expecting to see the scowling, black haired Medusa waiting for her. Instead she saw a table with two chairs, one of which was being occupied by her rescuer. Free looked up toward the door, "Did she call to meet with you too?"
She nodded, "Yes, but she didn't say that you were going to be here too..."
"She didn't mention it to me either." Free looked up with concern, "Do you think were in trouble." Eruka nodded her head toward him, Free sighing in response. "Goddamnshit..." he said, supporting his head with his arms as he leaned over the table, "What do you think she's going to do to us..."
Eruka shuddered, an image of what she had seen happen to the one Mizune sister flashing into her head. "I just hope she doesn't use the snakes inside me..."
Free cringed at that statement, "No, I wouldn't allow that, I didn't go to save you just to have you die on me because of that witch..."
Eruka smiled, heading over to take the seat next to him. "Thank you for that Free." She said simply.
Free smiled, "You're welcome Eruka, you know maybe we can make an escape from..." he paused, sniffing the air around him, "Do you smell something..."
Eruka sniffed the air as well, distinctly picking up an aroma, a sweet, mellow one at that. "Yeah I do, it's kinda..." She then noticed a pink gas seeping down from the ducts. "Free! The vents!"
Free turned to where she was looking, his eyes growing wide. "GODDAMNSHIT! Gas!" He quickly tore off the shirt that he was wearing, "Here, take this..." Free proceeded in wrapping said shirt around her mouth and nose, making a mask of some what to block off the gas but still allow air in her lungs.
"Wh-what about you!" Eruka was trembling but staying still as he continued to wrap the black shirt around her.
"I'm an Immortal remember." He said as he tied the shirt, finishing the mask. "It will take a bit more than poison gas to stop me." He grinned as he made a thumbs up sign. 'Yeah, but if the gas overtakes the breathable air in here...' He thought, but shook it off and made for the door. He pulled it open only to see a large steel slab now blocking the only exit from the room. Free took a few steps back then ran toward the barricade, slamming into the solid slab made a small indentation, but the wall held firm. He repeated his actions, only making minute dents in the metal. After one final hit, he slowly sank into a sitting position on the floor, back against the barricade. 'Damn it, so much for being a master of escapes...' he put his hands to his forehead, "I'm... I'm sorry Eruka, I- cant get us out of this one... God! Damn! Shit!" He slammed the floor with his fist after each syllable. "I feel so friggin' useless right now..." He sighed out, looking toward the ground in defeat.
Eruka had watched the whole scene unfold, for some reason though, she wasn't panic stricken like she would normally be, or any sane person would be for that matter. Instead Free's actions made her comforted, knowing he was trying to get her out of this situation, trying to protect her like he always had ever since she freed him. The night when they released the kishin, he had blocked the shinigami brats shots, yes to protect the black blood, but to also keep her safe. She was pretty sure that if that wannabe ninja had gone after her instead of the black blood, Free would be there in an instant to protect her. Even before that, when the Kishin was causing them to illusion, he said that he saw himself trying to comfort her while she was frightened, trying to see what had happened to the illusion her.
Even now, instead of checking the exit, his first course of action was to give her a jury-rigged gas mask, made out of his own shirt! She could still smell the gas, lighter now, but still present, but she could also smell his scent on his clothes. Another comfort, she always could pick out this particular scent when he was close, and she tried to stay close to Free, she felt protected, safe and secure every time she could just hold onto his arm. No one could see it through the black fabric, but she could feel her face start to radiate with heat as a blush spread over her cheeks. She took a big whiff of the air, getting the sweet aroma of the gas, the familiar and strong scent of free, and she let out shaky sigh. She could feel a warmth starting to take over her body, with the heat concentrating on a low spot. 'I... I'm getting... aroused?' She thought to herself.
She looked at Free, he looked miserable, all because he couldn't save her. An urge to go over and hold him came over her, to just go over and hug him, tell him that it's alright, he tried his best, and even though he can't save her, she loved him for trying... 'Love? Is that what this is?' she thought. She heard something then, like a whimper or a pained wine, and looked over at Free again, he had his hand to his face, and shook a bit. 'He's... crying?' She walked quickly over to him then, and knelt down beside him, "Free? Free look at me..."
Free did look up, his eyes were moist, but he had held them back, "Im sorry Eruka." He said to her, pain in his voice.
"Free, please stop, you tried your best..."
"BUT IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" He finally yelled out, tears finally falling, "Damn it Eruka, I just didn't want it to happen." He whimpered as he went on, "Being able to survive everything has one major flaw, the ones you care about die, while you survive... I hate that, most likely, Im going to survive this, but I wont be able to see you again..."
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Medusa for her part was trying to contain her laughter, and part relishing this. "The fools think I'm trying to kill them! HAH!" She finally let out a laugh. "I am so glad I am recording this, I can use this particular scene as blackmail if they ever get too far out of line."
She continued to grin as she leaned into the monitor, "Well now, the gas has had ample time to take effect. From what it looks like though, It doesn't effect people who cannot be poisoned or drugged, like Free." She frowned, "That could prove to be a problem with Kid, being a shinigami and having those immunities. Thanks to the mask I can't really gauge Eruka's reaction, but..." She concentrated on one of the snakes inside of Eruka, having it gauge her reactions to the drug. Her slasher smile grew on her face, "It seems our frog princess is reaching her boiling point. I wonder if she will be able to contain herself..."
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Eruka was rigid as Free talked, and felt herself flush even deeper, hearing what Free had said. She stayed like that for a bit, looking at free and taking some shallow breaths. She was on fire now, and something had to be done. Finally she moved again, and started to undo the knot keeping her mask in place.
Free started as he saw what she was doing. "Eruka, wait stop! The gas is still coming in, if you remove your mask."
"It doesn't matter anymore Free..." She said as she continued to take off the mask. "It won't matter if this mask comes off, it keeps me from breathing a lot of the gas, but it also keeps me from doing something else."
Free looked at her, puzzled as she finally removed the mask, and seeing the smile on her face.
"It won't let me thank you for all the times you did save me." With that, Eruka took a breath and finally leaned forward, kissing the immortal that sat before her.
To say Free was shocked was an understatement, he was flabbergasted, he sat there as she continued to kiss him, untill she backed away, a beaming smile on her face. "Was that good? I've never really kissed anyone before... and I dont think I will get the chance to ag-" She was stopped mid sentence when it was his turn to lean in and give the frog witch a kiss, a bit more forcefull and wanting than her's.
They continued on, both blushing hard when they finally relenquished each other and gasped for air, but then repeating the process all over, becoming more forcefull and needy. "Do you... wanna keep going?" Free finally asked.
Eruka couldn't look him in the face, but her body couldn't say no anymore. She nodded her head, and reached up, putting her hat to the side of her, and proceeding to bunch up her polk-a-dot dress in her hands. Free however didn't give her the chance to remove that particular garment, as he took both sides of her dress in his hands and raised it up over her head. Eruka blushed as Free looked on, self-conscious of her not so impressive chest, the small A-cups did not even need a bra. She had black boy shorts on that matched the black stockings on her legs. Overall, the best way Eruka could describer herself was 'plain'. She looked away from him and proceeded to remove her white boots as he continued to stare. "I- know Im not much to look-"
"Can I touch them?" He interupted. That got her attention, the look on his face showing that he was being serious, he was asking for permission.
"Yeah, of course you can..."
Free put out an unsteady hand, finally brushing her right brest with a soft touch, one that someone would use on something delicate as to not break it. It sent a shiver up her spine as he repeated the action on her left, and she sighed as he finally cupped one in his palm. "Perfect fit." Free mumbled, bringing an even deeper flush to Eruka's cheeks. She yelped when Free grabbed her by the arms and brought her close to him, then turning her around so that she was sitting on his lap. Her eyes widened as she felt his tool pressing into her back, and let out a pleasured sighed as he now used both of his hands to massage and caress her chest.
FICTION END
Yeah anyway, this is just the first chapter, and not all of it either. Let me know how I did, or if I should just scrap it and start something else (maybe a series of one shots...)
It might just be me, but I need some feedback, so let me know if you guys wanna see more. If I do continue It's going to focus on some of the main couples, but also some of the less done ones. (For instance Oxford and Kim, never see many stories, lemon or not about those two...)
Anyway here is what I have so far.
FICTION START
"Nake snake, cobra cobubra... Nake snake, cobra cobubra." The gorgon witch medusa continued her chant, her tatoo snakes hovering around her back, periodically grabbing flasks from the shelves and pouring them into the large beaker in front of her. Her usual slasher smile forming on her face as she thought of the potentiality of this concoction. The old tome she studied wasn't clear, written in a language that was more arcane than what modern witches were used to, but she was able to get the gist of the ingredients. The effects weren't as easily understood, but she was able to make out "increased temperature" "increase respiration" as a starting effect and "exhaustion" as the after effects, with other unintelligible text in between them. From what she could expect, this would be a disease of some sort, or an illness. It wasn't something she would usually resort to, but considering now both the DWMA and Noah were after her, any way to keep one of theme of her back would help. The last ingredients, extracts of poison clover and virgin tongue, were added the mixture, and the blackish liquid solidified into a deep purple color.
Medusa's smile grew as she picked up the flask, it was time to test her concoction. She walked over to a glass container housing a few rats she used for black blood testing, and put a small amount of the liquid into a vaporizer, transforming the purple liquid into a pink gas which poured into the container. She sat and waited, looking for any reaction to take place. When the gas finally took effect, Medusa's face puzzled, then quickly shocked as she saw the reaction taking place in the rats. The shocked expression was soon replaced by another slasher smile. "Interesting, not quite as potent as a disease, but could be effective in sidelining a few of the DWMA..." Of course that lead to another thought, what if this only worked on animals, she would need a human test subject, or better yet, subjects. Her slasher smile grew even larger.
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The young witch stood in front of the door, nervous to enter, and unsure of what will happen to her when she does. "Geko..." she sighed out, finally going back to her nervous habit of grabbing her orange hat and pulling it over her eyes. "I really don't wanna do this! Damn Medusa, Damn snakes, DAMN DWMA!" She ran the last months events over in her head, her being captured by that "ninja" idiot and being taken to the DWMA, forced to help them retrieve the son of Shinigami, bomb strapped around her neck all the while. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to her if she hadn't been rescued, that last thought brought at least a bit of some comfort. After the brat was out of the book of Eibon she was going to be taken to a holding cell to await whatever the DWMA had planned for her. They had taken off the collar, and instead wrapped her in the what she could only guess was a larger version of what they had held Medusa in. They had told her that the cell had magic wards, and that she could 'croak as much as she liked for all the good it would do her'.
She smiled, "It might have been magic proof, but it didn't account for everything."
FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:FLASHBACK:
She was there for maybe a few hours before she heard something quickly scraping the wall behind her. She puzzled for a moment before crying in shock as the wall she was tied up against suddenly fell backwards, exposing her to the outside air and herself looking straight at the grinning moon, said moon chuckling manically all the while. She crooked her head toward her feet and saw the DWMA complex receding into the horizon. "What on earth..." she said to herself.
"See!" a familiar voice shouted, "I told you, give a guy a spoon and he can make a great prison escape."
Eruka's face held for a brief moment disbelief, which then slowly turned into a contained grin, a smile, and then outright laughter. "Free, the legendary wolf-man, the man who stole the witch's eye, and now the master of daring escapes!" They both started laughing at that point, Free holding the wall piece above his head as he continued his long run toward Medusa's base
FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:FLASHFORWARD:
Eruka's smile continued for a bit, but faded as she recalled the reason for being here. Medusa had called for her for a "meeting", and she was certain it had something to do with her being captured. She could swear she felt snakes beginning to move inside her, and she quickly went for the door in case that was Medusa's personal way of saying "get moving".
She opened the door, and peered inside, expecting to see the scowling, black haired Medusa waiting for her. Instead she saw a table with two chairs, one of which was being occupied by her rescuer. Free looked up toward the door, "Did she call to meet with you too?"
She nodded, "Yes, but she didn't say that you were going to be here too..."
"She didn't mention it to me either." Free looked up with concern, "Do you think were in trouble." Eruka nodded her head toward him, Free sighing in response. "Goddamnshit..." he said, supporting his head with his arms as he leaned over the table, "What do you think she's going to do to us..."
Eruka shuddered, an image of what she had seen happen to the one Mizune sister flashing into her head. "I just hope she doesn't use the snakes inside me..."
Free cringed at that statement, "No, I wouldn't allow that, I didn't go to save you just to have you die on me because of that witch..."
Eruka smiled, heading over to take the seat next to him. "Thank you for that Free." She said simply.
Free smiled, "You're welcome Eruka, you know maybe we can make an escape from..." he paused, sniffing the air around him, "Do you smell something..."
Eruka sniffed the air as well, distinctly picking up an aroma, a sweet, mellow one at that. "Yeah I do, it's kinda..." She then noticed a pink gas seeping down from the ducts. "Free! The vents!"
Free turned to where she was looking, his eyes growing wide. "GODDAMNSHIT! Gas!" He quickly tore off the shirt that he was wearing, "Here, take this..." Free proceeded in wrapping said shirt around her mouth and nose, making a mask of some what to block off the gas but still allow air in her lungs.
"Wh-what about you!" Eruka was trembling but staying still as he continued to wrap the black shirt around her.
"I'm an Immortal remember." He said as he tied the shirt, finishing the mask. "It will take a bit more than poison gas to stop me." He grinned as he made a thumbs up sign. 'Yeah, but if the gas overtakes the breathable air in here...' He thought, but shook it off and made for the door. He pulled it open only to see a large steel slab now blocking the only exit from the room. Free took a few steps back then ran toward the barricade, slamming into the solid slab made a small indentation, but the wall held firm. He repeated his actions, only making minute dents in the metal. After one final hit, he slowly sank into a sitting position on the floor, back against the barricade. 'Damn it, so much for being a master of escapes...' he put his hands to his forehead, "I'm... I'm sorry Eruka, I- cant get us out of this one... God! Damn! Shit!" He slammed the floor with his fist after each syllable. "I feel so friggin' useless right now..." He sighed out, looking toward the ground in defeat.
Eruka had watched the whole scene unfold, for some reason though, she wasn't panic stricken like she would normally be, or any sane person would be for that matter. Instead Free's actions made her comforted, knowing he was trying to get her out of this situation, trying to protect her like he always had ever since she freed him. The night when they released the kishin, he had blocked the shinigami brats shots, yes to protect the black blood, but to also keep her safe. She was pretty sure that if that wannabe ninja had gone after her instead of the black blood, Free would be there in an instant to protect her. Even before that, when the Kishin was causing them to illusion, he said that he saw himself trying to comfort her while she was frightened, trying to see what had happened to the illusion her.
Even now, instead of checking the exit, his first course of action was to give her a jury-rigged gas mask, made out of his own shirt! She could still smell the gas, lighter now, but still present, but she could also smell his scent on his clothes. Another comfort, she always could pick out this particular scent when he was close, and she tried to stay close to Free, she felt protected, safe and secure every time she could just hold onto his arm. No one could see it through the black fabric, but she could feel her face start to radiate with heat as a blush spread over her cheeks. She took a big whiff of the air, getting the sweet aroma of the gas, the familiar and strong scent of free, and she let out shaky sigh. She could feel a warmth starting to take over her body, with the heat concentrating on a low spot. 'I... I'm getting... aroused?' She thought to herself.
She looked at Free, he looked miserable, all because he couldn't save her. An urge to go over and hold him came over her, to just go over and hug him, tell him that it's alright, he tried his best, and even though he can't save her, she loved him for trying... 'Love? Is that what this is?' she thought. She heard something then, like a whimper or a pained wine, and looked over at Free again, he had his hand to his face, and shook a bit. 'He's... crying?' She walked quickly over to him then, and knelt down beside him, "Free? Free look at me..."
Free did look up, his eyes were moist, but he had held them back, "Im sorry Eruka." He said to her, pain in his voice.
"Free, please stop, you tried your best..."
"BUT IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" He finally yelled out, tears finally falling, "Damn it Eruka, I just didn't want it to happen." He whimpered as he went on, "Being able to survive everything has one major flaw, the ones you care about die, while you survive... I hate that, most likely, Im going to survive this, but I wont be able to see you again..."
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Medusa for her part was trying to contain her laughter, and part relishing this. "The fools think I'm trying to kill them! HAH!" She finally let out a laugh. "I am so glad I am recording this, I can use this particular scene as blackmail if they ever get too far out of line."
She continued to grin as she leaned into the monitor, "Well now, the gas has had ample time to take effect. From what it looks like though, It doesn't effect people who cannot be poisoned or drugged, like Free." She frowned, "That could prove to be a problem with Kid, being a shinigami and having those immunities. Thanks to the mask I can't really gauge Eruka's reaction, but..." She concentrated on one of the snakes inside of Eruka, having it gauge her reactions to the drug. Her slasher smile grew on her face, "It seems our frog princess is reaching her boiling point. I wonder if she will be able to contain herself..."
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Eruka was rigid as Free talked, and felt herself flush even deeper, hearing what Free had said. She stayed like that for a bit, looking at free and taking some shallow breaths. She was on fire now, and something had to be done. Finally she moved again, and started to undo the knot keeping her mask in place.
Free started as he saw what she was doing. "Eruka, wait stop! The gas is still coming in, if you remove your mask."
"It doesn't matter anymore Free..." She said as she continued to take off the mask. "It won't matter if this mask comes off, it keeps me from breathing a lot of the gas, but it also keeps me from doing something else."
Free looked at her, puzzled as she finally removed the mask, and seeing the smile on her face.
"It won't let me thank you for all the times you did save me." With that, Eruka took a breath and finally leaned forward, kissing the immortal that sat before her.
To say Free was shocked was an understatement, he was flabbergasted, he sat there as she continued to kiss him, untill she backed away, a beaming smile on her face. "Was that good? I've never really kissed anyone before... and I dont think I will get the chance to ag-" She was stopped mid sentence when it was his turn to lean in and give the frog witch a kiss, a bit more forcefull and wanting than her's.
They continued on, both blushing hard when they finally relenquished each other and gasped for air, but then repeating the process all over, becoming more forcefull and needy. "Do you... wanna keep going?" Free finally asked.
Eruka couldn't look him in the face, but her body couldn't say no anymore. She nodded her head, and reached up, putting her hat to the side of her, and proceeding to bunch up her polk-a-dot dress in her hands. Free however didn't give her the chance to remove that particular garment, as he took both sides of her dress in his hands and raised it up over her head. Eruka blushed as Free looked on, self-conscious of her not so impressive chest, the small A-cups did not even need a bra. She had black boy shorts on that matched the black stockings on her legs. Overall, the best way Eruka could describer herself was 'plain'. She looked away from him and proceeded to remove her white boots as he continued to stare. "I- know Im not much to look-"
"Can I touch them?" He interupted. That got her attention, the look on his face showing that he was being serious, he was asking for permission.
"Yeah, of course you can..."
Free put out an unsteady hand, finally brushing her right brest with a soft touch, one that someone would use on something delicate as to not break it. It sent a shiver up her spine as he repeated the action on her left, and she sighed as he finally cupped one in his palm. "Perfect fit." Free mumbled, bringing an even deeper flush to Eruka's cheeks. She yelped when Free grabbed her by the arms and brought her close to him, then turning her around so that she was sitting on his lap. Her eyes widened as she felt his tool pressing into her back, and let out a pleasured sighed as he now used both of his hands to massage and caress her chest.
FICTION END
Yeah anyway, this is just the first chapter, and not all of it either. Let me know how I did, or if I should just scrap it and start something else (maybe a series of one shots...)
