randomosity | Come to the Darkness

The telltale sounds of a chair's wheels would be heard coming from the large, laboratory-like building the moment he knew Medusa was nearby. Stein was, after all, capable of fighting off multiple Meisters without even standing and while unarmed himself, and sometimes he didn't even walk to his destinations, choosing to simply push himself on a office chair. Such was the case here.

He was only taking so long to ensure that this wasn't a trick of some kind. There were no other witches nearby, and he couldn't sense any attempt to build up enough magic to subdue him; even without Spirit, Medusa would have had a hard time trying to take Stein by force. He was, after all, arguably one of most powerful Meisters in Death City, rivaled only by Maka's mother, and quite possibly Maka herself now. She almost certainly knows better by now than to try that. When Stein was sure that this wasn't a trick, he emerged, using his arm to stop the runaway office chair from cruising passed the threshhold of the morgue-like facility he calls home.

"So, you showed up." Alone. And apparently not looking for a fight. He wasn't about to turn down a challenge, least of all one of this nature. It had, after all, been a while since he had had the chance to do something like this with anyone, least of all someone like Medusa. Ideally, he wished they weren't enemies; it wasn't entirely unheard of for a witch to reform, after all. But she chose a path he couldn't follow, and until she reconsidered, he had no choice but to oppose her.

That didn't mean he wouldn't mind sleeping with her, of course.

The squeal of the chair's wheels was music to Medusa's ears. She couldn't fight the slow smile that crept across her face as he finally came forward. Such a dark, brooding figure - surely he was meant for more than service to that fool of a Grim Reaper! Stein would always sell himself short, in Medusa's eyes, by playing the part of a mere servant. He could do so much more, be so much more.

But she had not come here to argue.

Medusa stepped forward, out of the shadows. Her bodysuit melted into a long, black dress with long swooping sleeves that covered her tattoos and cut off midway up her arm. There were still no shoes on her feet - Medusa much preferred the feeling of the cool stone against her bare feet - but the dress covered them more or less, and had a long slit up the side that came to her mid-thigh. Hey, it paid to have magic at one's disposal.

"Why wouldn't I?" Medusa chuckled. Slowly she stepped up to the threshold, drawing out the anticipation. "A little risk makes life interesting, don't you think?"

Could it have been a trap? Yes. Medusa wouldn't have put it past Stein to be brilliant enough to set a trap. The Grim Reaper himself could very well have been beyond that door. But no, Medusa couldn't sense anyone else around but Stein. So there was no fear in her golden eyes. Rather, she stepped up to him, setting both hands against the door frame and leaning forward so that her face was barely centimeters from Stein's.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Franken Stein?" Her voice was low, almost a soft purr.

Stein reached up, and adjusted the screw lodged into his temple. The still-burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth somehow managed to stay there when she leaned forward like that. He took a moment to look over her incredibly sexy outfit from behind his glasses, but if it had any effect on him, he was as good at showing it as ever.

"Risk?" he asked. He thought the point of doing this at all was for fun. Why would there be a risk?

"I could," he stated, leaning his chest against the back of the chair, even with her face just inches from his own. "But maybe you should 'convince' me to do so first." He shouldn't have to spell out what he meant by that.

Medusa's eyes flickered down and back up, taking in his frame and each curve of muscle she knew lay beneath his clothing. Even leaning over the chair, his form still seemed so flawless. Any second now he could spring into an attack - if he so desired.

"Yes, risk," Medusa's voice became a soft whisper. "I came here, not knowing for certain whether you're really serious, or trying to lure me into a trap."

But, from the tone of his voice and the command he gave, Medusa could tell he was serious.

That smile of hers tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought two fingers up to claim the cigarette from him. Slowly Medusa brought it to her own lips and took a long drag, glancing down to the side to breathe out a long plume of smoke that, no surprise, seemed to take the form of a serpent. Holding the cigarette safely between two fingers of her left hand, Medusa's right hand came up and let her fingers slide along his jawline. She leaned in and moved to brush her lips against his.

Her kiss would be soft at first, but slowly she pressed a bit harder against him and moved to take his lower lip between her own. Medusa's tongue slipped from between her lips to slide along the ridge of his bottom lip - asking permission, asking for entrance.

She was limited with what she could do with the chair separating them - but she could be persuasive and convince him to allow her inside all the same.

Muscles covered in scars from autosurgery, but yes, they were indeed there. For the longest time, he wasn't even sure if he was serious; there was so much that could go wrong because of this, but the more he thought about it, the more he just didn't care.

The trick with the cigarette certainly earned her a smirk. The kiss, complete with the flavor of tobacco, was actually welcome. It had been a long time since he had done anything like this, and for fairly obvious reasons, he didn't really want to risk it before. But now, with his overwhelming need to blow off some steam, he was only too happy to oblige.

With her tongue poking against his lip, he allowed her to push the chair backwards against the wall behind them, allowing her entrance into the morgue-like facility Stein called home. His lips parted for her, and his hands flew to her sides, near her waist.

Medusa slipped her tongue into his mouth, to tangle with his as she leaned against him. Gently she pushed against the chair and stepped inside, nudging the door shut again with her foot. All the while she never broke the kiss. Her fingers brushed against the frame of his glasses and combed through his silver hair.

When she felt his hands on her waist, Medusa arched her body into his touch. It was all she could do to keep from moaning in need and approval. Oh, how she'd wanted this.

True enough, Medusa had Free at her disposal if she really wanted someone to blow off steam on. But she didn't take advantage of this. Free didn't interest her; not in the slightest.

Medusa had only ever wanted Stein. She hadn't been lying when she told him he was a man after her own heart; the man she loved. Even if he didn't feel the same, Medusa had accepted her feelings.

She reached down and set the hand that held the cigarette on the chair. Briefly she broke the kiss, but kept their lips close so that they brushed together as she spoke.

"We don't really need this, do we?"

Her tongue was every bit as good as he remembered it tasting; it was like something he knew he shouldn't be eating, but ate it anyway because of how damned good it was, much like a drug. As her body arched into his, his hands slipped a bit lower, squeezing her ass. It had always been one of Medusa's finer assets.

"No... I suppose he don't." At her prompting, he finally broke the kiss, but only for a moment; just long enough to kick the chair down the hallway, sending it careening into the wall at the opposite end of the corridor. He'd have to go get it later. It wouldn't break; that chair had suffered far worse punishment in its years of abuse.

With the chair gone, his entire body was available to her at last. His hands slid back to her sides, pulling her frame against his. "We can do this here... or in my bedroom... or wherever else."

Or all of the above.

Medusa grinned as Stein kicked the chair out of the way. And just as quickly as it disappeared, she was back pressed against Stein's body again. She seized his mouth with hers in another hot, hard kiss. Agile fingers slid under his lab coat and pulled him harder against her, crushing her hips against his. Breathless, she broke the kiss in the same manner that she had before, keeping their lips close together even as they spoke.

"We could...start here, and work our way around the house, back to the bedroom," she suggested before crushing their lips together again.

Her nails pinched into the fabric of his shirt against his back as she leaned more into him, eliminating virtually any space between them. Her hips already began grinding against his, anxious and impatient for his touch. Slowly one hand came around to his front, slipped between them and rubbed teasingly at the bulge formed in his pants.

His hands slid down her back as she pressed herself against him, exploring every inch of her body as was possible for him to reach. His hands settled on her ass, squeezing it through the thin fabric of the dress, her breath hot on his lips, a mixture of their saliva coating both of their mouths. The taste was intoxicating.

"Then... we will." He whispered back, squeezing her rear again. As she pressed her hand against his erection, he began kissing along her jawline, occasionally even licking her cheek, savoring every taste of her flesh that he could. "Why don't you start..." he whispered, squeezing her again. He pressed himself more against her, his raging arousal straining against the confines of his pants.

"... by using your mouth on another part of me?"

Medusa smirked, arching her body against his and letting out a soft moan as he squeezed her. She moved to kiss him hard again, smirking at his request. Slowly she pulled away, golden eyes seeming to give off a wicked glow.

"As you wish," she purred. Medusa kissed the side of his face as he kissed hers.

Her lips brushed against his jaw and trailed down his neck. Occasionally Medusa would even graze her teeth against his skin to tease him further. Her hands came up to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt as her body slid down. Medusa made sure to drag her breasts down his front.

As she came down to her knees, Medusa slid her hands down. At first she gripped his thighs, leaning forward and brushing her lips against the bulge in his pants. Slowly she slid the tip of her tongue up the zipper, taking it between her teeth and dragging it down. Then one hand slid over and unbuttoned them before tugging them down a bit, just enough to pull his manhood free of the fabric.

Medusa glanced up, smirking and locking eyes with Stein before leaning forward again and dragging her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Once at his tip, Medusa paused, then suddenly wrapped her lips around it and took his entire length into her mouth. As her lips moved down to the base, her tongue spun around it in slow circles.

It had been quite a while since the two of them had ever done anything like this. He remembered that Medusa was quite good with her mouth, just as she was with any other part of her body. Having sex with her was a guilty pleasure. He knew he shouldn't be involved in a witch,but at this point, he no longer cared. He wanted this, and now, he was going to get it.

The way she moved down his body like that was driving him crazy. Whatever inhibitions he had about this were now gone as she dragged her breasts along him like that. He'd have asked her to slide his cock between her breasts as well, if he hadn't already made a request for her to use her mouth on him. A request that she was already fulfilling absolutely perfectly.

As she slid down his body and masterfully lowered the zipper using only her teeth, she'd find he was fully erect. Medusa was one of the few people who could ever have that effect on him. Her tongue on his shaft caused him to twitch, a tiny big of precum already beginning to ooze out as her lips reached the tip. It was frankly amazing that she was able to take his entire length like that all at once; Stein wasn't gigantic, but it was a pretty good size, and she swallowed it like it was nothing.

Just the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth like that, tongue movement or no, almost made him want to cum right then and there. He held back, thankfully, but the treatment earned her a moan from him.

Medusa did have to relax her throat and mouth to keep from gagging on Stein's length - he easily filled her mouth, and Medusa couldn't help moaning at the feeling. Her hands came up her own body, sliding along her dress, turning it to smoke before his eyes. Medusa knelt before him then, clad only in lacy black panties and a matching bra. Once her mouth got his cock properly wet and slick, Medusa leaned back a bit, pulling her mouth off of him just to his tip.

As if she had read his mind, Medusa arched her chest up, letting his cock slide between her breasts while her mouth continued to work his tip. Medusa bobbed her head up and down, her chest moving with her so that his cock slipped up between them and into her mouth. The deeper he went in, the louder she moaned, sending vibrations through his length from her throat.

Medusa abruptly pulled off of his cock with a loud, wet 'pop' and she smirked up at him.

"Mmm, you like that?" As she awaited his response, Medusa let her tongue slide from her mouth and lick around his cock. She started with slow, circular motions, then gradually increased her speed before again taking it in her mouth.

It felt incredible. Medusa had always known exactly how to please him, and it seemed she hadn't forgotten at all. His cock twitched inside of her mouth, a tiny bit of precum leaking out onto her tongue just as she plunged it into her throat. Stein's eyes nearly drifted closed from the pleasure, before he noticed her dress disappearing like that.

What she did next was something he had fantasized about before. Medusa has always had very impressive breasts, and he had wanted to do this with her several times. The feeling her his cock in between her breasts was pure bliss, especially with the way her mouth continued to lick and suck at the tip. Every moan she made was answered by one of his own, as he leaned back against the wall, allowing her to continue working on him like that.

"Yes..." Stein hissed through grit teeth, throwing composure to the wind. His cock twitched against her tongue a bit of precum leaking out into her mouth.

Medusa couldn't help but moan at the salty taste of his precum as it coated her tongue. His musky sent, his taste, it all combined to haze Medusa's senses in lust. She continues to bob her head up and down along his length, taking him in deeper, as deep as she can, each time.

Her hands pressed her breasts together a bit more, to wrap more fully around his slick cock. Medusa's pace began to quicken; her chest moved up and down faster and faster, thus the movements of her mouth did the same. Each time she got to the base of his cock, Medusa would pause and give it a hard suck.

Soon her movements became feverish and fast, wanting to taste his load more than anything. Medusa paused in her sucking, but let his cock continue to slide between her breasts at that same quick rate. Her lips wrapped around just his tip and gave it a hard suck, as if to coax him further.

If her efforts were made with the goal of making him cum in her mouth, she was on a fast track to making that a reality. He was quickly losing the will to resist, with the way she was wrapping her perfect tits together like that even tighter around him. His cock was twitching between her lips, another drop of precum beginning to ooze out of him.

"Like that..." he whispered hoarsely. He was very quickly losing his will to hold back his orgasm. He knew he'd still have it in him for several more after this, but this was some of the best foreplay she'd ever done for him. His cock twitched as she wrapped her breasts tighter around him, and again when she sucked harder on the tip.

"Mm... so close..." Stein moaned, melting against the wall. Just a little more.

Medusa smiled at his moaning, at his words. That she could drive him to such lust, make him lose himself to his own feelings; there was a certain power to that, and she enjoyed it. It only made her move faster, suck a bit harder.

As she slid down once more and her breasts came to the base of his shaft, Medusa kept moving. She took his entire length deep into her mouth and down her throat as far as she could go. Her fingers gripped his thighs to keep herself steady as her mouth bobbed up and down harder and faster than before.

Her tongue slid up and down, cradling his shaft throughout her movements. There was no detail overlooked, each movement was made for the explicit goal of bringing Stein to climax. Medusa took his cock in deep, down her throat and she let our a long, low moan that would send vibrations through his entire length.

There was no question as to what kind of effect Medusa had on him. He was melting in her mouth, and his knees felt like they could give out at any second. As he felt his cock plunge deep into her throat yet again and felt her breasts squeeze against the base of his shaft, he knew his orgasm was imminent, and he only hoped that he still had enough in him for the main event.

"Nng... Medusa, I..." He couldn't hold back anymore. As he felt those vibrations shoot up his cock and into the rest of his body, he felt himself release, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth.

Medusa's lips came down to the base of his shaft so that she could catch all of his load in her mouth. She couldn't help but let out another moan as she felt him throbbing in her mouth as his cum continued to pump into her. Medusa swallowed each shot as best she could, but there was the tiniest bit that dripped out over her lip as he finished.

Before she pulled her mouth off of his cock, Medusa made sure to circle her tongue around his length again. Her thumb came up, catching the stray cum from her lip and then licked it clean, slowly.

With a wicked smile she leaned forward and gave a few more licks to his cock, just to make sure she'd cleaned it properly for him.

"Mmm, you were pretty backed up, Stein," she teased. "There was a lot for me to swallow."

It felt like several minutes, to him, when he finally stopped blowing his load into her mouth. Medusa had been obediently swallowing his cum,and the sight of his cum dripping down her lips onto her perfect breasts was a sight he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. His cock was still fairly hard, but it would take a bit of stroking to keep it that way.

Of course, that licking would work, too.

"I'm not done yet," he confirmed, pressing his cock forward a bit poking it against her lips. "There's still so much more I want to do."

Feeling his cock poke against her lips made Medusa smirk a bit. As he spoke she leaned down and brushed her lips against the side of his shaft, and along the tip. She let out another short hum before she sat back, bringing one finger up to drag through the stray dripping of cum on her breasts.

"Oh I'd hope so..." Medusa chuckled.

With a wave of her fingers she disappeared, melting into shadows before his very eyes. His chair, abandoned at the end of the hall, did the same.

"Let's make a game of it, shall we?" Medusa's voice echoed through the house. "See if you can find me, Stein, I'll be waiting~"

She didn't make an ordeal out of finding a hiding place. Medusa simply reappeared in another room - a laboratory room of some sort. She sat propped up in his chair, her own fingers sliding between her thighs, coaxing soft gasps and moans from her to give him a hint to her location.

Medusa was definitely doing a great job keeping his cock hard. The sight of his cum on her breasts, the feeling of her lips against his cock ensured that he'd be left wanting more. Medusa may be a witch and a sworn enemy of the Grim Reaper, but at this moment, he couldn't care less about that. He wanted to fuck her even more, as often as he could, in every way he could.

But what she did next nearly made him laugh, until he realized she was serious. He could try tracking her soul signature if she wasn't a witch, but the moment she disappeared, his post-orgasmic bliss instead immediately turned into sexual frustration. He growled under his breath, and had to gather his loosened clothing.

He thought that he could hear her further down the corridor, but of course, that could have just as easily been another one of his experiments after the anesthesia wore off. Stein tried to keep quiet so that he could hear where she might be, but with the erection that was quickly getting painful.

As much as she wanted him, and as badly as she wanted to be fucked, Medusa wouldn't be Medusa without making it a little challenging for Stein. Any woman could just bow to his whims and satisfy his carnal needs; but Medusa was more than that. She wanted to draw out that sexual frustration, make him work for it. Besides, she had just been the one doing all the work, after all.

Her middle finger slid between her folds, slick from how wet she'd become while sucking him off in the hallway. The pad of her finger brushed against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her and making Medusa cry out a bit louder. Her back arched against the chair, Medusa had to grab the nearest empty lab table to keep herself steady.

"Aaaaah....Stein..." She moaned out his name, dropping another hint to him as she continued working herself over with her fingers. Her hand slid even lower to let her middle finger push just barely inside her.

It was true; she did do all of the work just now, and as good as it felt to have her tits wrapped around his cock while she sucked every last drop of cum out of him, she wouldn't be Medusa wouldn't making him work for the rest. Every nerve ending of his cock was on fire with sensitivity, he needed more, and he needed it now.

As he turned the corner, he finally began to hear her. In his frustration and anxiety, he could barely hear her before, but now it was loud and clear. Practically running, he takes off, his hand reaching out for the doorknob as soon as he sees it.

He slammed the door open, but what he saw made him pause. "Couldn't wait?" he asked, slowly making his way towards her, like a cat stalking its prey.

Medusa's face was flushed as she glanced up to Stein when he entered. She chuckled a bit and slid her finger out, though allowed it to continue teasing her clit for a moment longer.

"Just tiding myself over - I wasn't sure how long you'd make me wait," with a soft sigh, Medusa pulled her hand from between her legs and reached both arms back. Her hands gripped the lab table behind her to steady the chair.

Her thighs were spread wide; one ankle hooked around his thigh to tug him towards her.

"I need you, Franken Stein..."

The sight was incredibly lewd, and yet so arousing that he was more than willing to forgive the disappearing act. He wasn't going to keep her waiting much longer; despite the blowjob and titfuck, he was hot and bothered, and wanting more.

Much more.

"I can see that," he whispered back, as her ankle hooked around him. He wasted no time; he grabbed his shaft at the base, and allowed her ankle to pull him inside of her, throwing caution to the wind and allowing her to pull as much of him as he wanted into her, using his hand to guide his cock inside.

Medusa moaned loudly as he slipped inside her. Oh, it had been too long since she'd felt this pleasure. Feeling Stein's cock stretch her walls was incredible and it sent sparks of pleasure through her.

"Ooh, you're still so hard and thick, Stein," Medusa moaned, rolling her hips against him, wanting him in as deep as he could go. "Oh God, fuck me Stein..."

Medusa's lust was insatiable on any given day. But the foreplay from earlier, having him fuck her tits and mouth made her just as horny as he was. She was already wet enough for him to slide in easily.

She didn't have to tell him twice. With how easily his cock slipped inside of her, it didn't take long at all for him to be buried inside of Medusa's hot, wet slit, down the hilt, his balls resting against her ass.

Stein let out a low moan of pleasure. Why hadn't he done this with her sooner? It would have been a lie to say he wasn't attracted to the witch, because he most definitely does. The way he was thrusting in and out of her should be proof enough of that.

Every time he drew his cock out of her to just below the head, the pounded back into her, not even trying to be gentle; not that he thought she would have wanted him to be gentle. Every time he thrust his entire length into her, there was a vulgar slap noise that rang out. If she wanted him to fuck her, he would, and he wasn't going to hold back in any way.

Medusa's grip on the tables tightened as he began his chain of thrusts. With each movement he made, Stein's tip brushed against that soft spot inside her, making Medusa moan and her body grow tense. No, she most certainly did not want him to be gentle. She wanted it as hard and hot as he could deliver, and thus far he was right on point.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening to keep him in deep. She didn't hear the slick noises of their fucking, her ears were too full of her own moaning and her heart pounding as it accelerated.

"Oh yes, just like that," Medusa gave a lustful laugh as she tipped her head back, drinking in the pure feeling of pleasure and lust that washed over her.

All that pent-up energy he couldn't spend elsewhere, Medusa was more than happy to let him unleash it on her and her wanting pussy.

He could feel that soft spot. Stein treated this every bit as much like an experiment as he did as sex, but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying this. In fact, it wouldn't take a genius to see just how much he was.

Stein's breath was coming in short, labored gasps as he pounded Medusa for all she was worth. She had an incredible body, and her status as a witch be damned, he wanted it in every way he could have it. Unleashed it was, he was pistoning her with the energy he had used in so many fights before.

"Medusa... fuck..." he moaned, gripping her hips so tightly that he would have been worried about leaving a bruise if he had the clarity of mind to do so. His hand reached up and gripped one of her breasts, his cock twitching inside of her even more.

He thought maybe he'd last longer than this, but he was losing that battle. The noises Medusa was making would provide him with good dreams for at least the next month.

The harder, and longer he fucked her, the more taut and tense Medusa's body became. She could feel her climax mounting, ready to crash over her at any second. Her nails dug into the metal of the table, leaving scratches. Additionally, Medusa's cries of lust and need were growing louder, needier.

"Stein-...Stein don't stop, don't stop I'm so close-!!" Medusa's hands moved from the table to wrap around him. Even if that meant they were less stable in their stance.

If anything, the movement of the chair seemed to add to the power of his thrusts. Medusa's nails sank into the fabric of his shirt, wanting skin, wanting him.

Medusa's breath caught in her chest, even if her mouth froze open like it had, her entire body was trembling - her climax was threatening to overcome her.

Come to the Darkness

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Sorry this is late, was a bit busy yesterday. XD

It's totally fine! I got a bit wrapped up myself!!

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