Tsubaki Nakatsukasa | Soul Eater

The night air in Death City was unusually still, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms and the distant hum of the city's magical energy. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, usually a picture of serene composure, found herself in a state of heightened anticipation. She was waiting. Waiting for Maka, her partner, her… everything. But tonight, the air felt different, charged with an unspoken promise. The moon, a sliver of polished pearl, cast long shadows across her small, cozy apartment, illuminating the gentle curves of her form beneath the soft fabric of her nightgown. Her dark hair, usually tied back in her signature twin tails, cascaded around her shoulders, a silken curtain framing a face flushed with a mixture of excitement and a delightful nervousness.

She traced the rim of her teacup, the ceramic cool against her fingertips. Maka had been… distant lately. Not in a way that suggested a rift, but a kind of focused intensity that Tsubaki recognized from her partner’s training. Yet, tonight, Maka had promised a quiet evening, a chance to simply be together, away from the clatter of weapons and the urgent calls of their duty as meisters and weapons. Tsubaki’s heart fluttered at the thought. She cherished these moments of peace, these stolen opportunities to connect with Maka on a level deeper than any battle could forge. She remembered the first time her feelings for Maka had truly bloomed, not just as a weapon for her meister, but as a woman drawn to another woman’s strength, her unwavering resolve, and her surprisingly tender heart.

A soft knock echoed through the apartment, each rap a tiny hammer blow against Tsubaki’s already racing pulse. She stood, her movements fluid and graceful, her gown rustling softly. As she opened the door, her breath hitched. Maka stood framed in the doorway, her blonde hair a halo in the dim light, her green eyes sparkling with a warmth that Tsubaki found intoxicating. Maka wore a simple, dark top and pants, a stark contrast to Tsubaki’s flowing nightwear, but it only served to highlight Maka’s athletic build, the subtle power rippling beneath the fabric. A playful smile touched Maka’s lips, and Tsubaki felt a blush creep up her neck.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” Maka said, her voice a low, melodic rumble that Tsubaki adored. “Had a few last-minute things to sort out. But I’m here now.” She stepped inside, her presence filling the small space with an electric energy. Tsubaki closed the door, the click of the latch sounding like a final seal on their shared intimacy.

“It’s alright,” Tsubaki replied, her voice a little breathy. “I was just… getting comfortable.” She gestured vaguely towards the living room, her eyes never leaving Maka’s. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken desires. Maka’s gaze swept over Tsubaki, a slow, appreciative appraisal that made Tsubaki’s skin tingle. Maka’s eyes lingered on the soft swell of Tsubaki’s chest, the way the fabric of her gown clung to her curves. Tsubaki instinctively brought a hand to her chest, a subconscious gesture of modesty that only seemed to invite Maka’s attention further.

“You look… beautiful, Tsubaki,” Maka murmured, taking a step closer. The distance between them closed, and Tsubaki could feel the warmth radiating from Maka’s body. The scent of Maka’s hair, a subtle blend of rain and ozone, filled Tsubaki’s senses. Tsubaki leaned her head back slightly, her dark eyes meeting Maka’s earnest gaze. “You do too, Maka.”

Maka’s smile widened, a genuine, radiant beam. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Tsubaki’s cheek. The touch sent a shiver down Tsubaki’s spine. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” Maka admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. “About us.”

Tsubaki’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was it. The moment she had dreamed of, the unspoken feelings finally coming to the surface. “Me too,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. She watched as Maka’s gaze darkened, a primal hunger igniting in her eyes. It was a look Tsubaki had only seen glimpses of during their most intense battles, but here, in the privacy of her home, it was directed solely at her, a potent promise of what was to come.

Maka’s hand moved from Tsubaki’s cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw, then drifting lower, over the soft fabric of her gown, pausing just above the swell of her breasts. Tsubaki instinctively arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing foretaste of pleasure. Maka’s thumb brushed against the sensitive skin of Tsubaki’s collarbone, and Tsubaki shivered uncontrollably.

“Tsubaki,” Maka breathed, her voice husky with desire. She leaned in, her forehead pressing against Tsubaki’s, their breaths mingling. “I want you.” The words, so direct, so utterly honest, sent a wave of pure bliss through Tsubaki. She wanted Maka just as fiercely, her entire being yearning for this connection, for the deep intimacy that only Maka could ignite within her.

With a gentle but firm grip, Maka cupped Tsubaki’s face, her thumbs stroking her cheeks. Then, her lips met Tsubaki’s. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, a testing of the waters, but it quickly deepened, becoming a passionate exploration. Tsubaki responded with equal fervor, her hands rising to twine in Maka’s hair, pulling her closer. The kiss was a dance of tongues, a symphony of shared breath and deepening hunger. Tsubaki felt the familiar strength of Maka’s lips, the gentle pressure that promised both tenderness and an unyielding passion. She savored the taste of Maka, a unique blend of sweet and spicy, that always made her feel alive.

As the kiss grew more intense, Maka’s hands began to roam Tsubaki’s body with a newfound boldness. Her fingers slid beneath the hem of Tsubaki’s nightgown, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. Tsubaki gasped, her hips instinctively pressing forward, seeking more of Maka’s touch. Maka’s touch was electric, igniting a wildfire within Tsubaki’s core. The fabric of the nightgown offered little resistance to Maka’s determined hands. Slowly, deliberately, Maka’s fingers began to push the material upwards, revealing the creamy expanse of Tsubaki’s thighs, then her gently rounded hips. Tsubaki closed her eyes, surrendering to the escalating sensations.

Maka’s touch grew bolder, her hands exploring Tsubaki’s curves with a possessive grace. She traced the line of Tsubaki’s waist, then moved higher, her palms spanning the generous, ample mounds of Tsubaki’s breasts. Tsubaki’s breath hitched, her nipples hardening instantly at the intimate contact. Maka’s thumbs brushed over them, eliciting a soft whimper from Tsubaki. Maka’s lips left Tsubaki’s, trailing kisses down her jawline, her neck, her collarbone. Each kiss was a searing brand, a promise of pleasure to come. Tsubaki’s head fell back, exposing more of her throat to Maka’s ministrations. She reveled in the sensation, her fingers clenching in Maka’s hair.

“Maka…” Tsubaki moaned, the name a plea and an invitation. Maka’s lips found the sensitive skin just above Tsubaki’s décolletage, and she nipped gently, sending shivers of delight through Tsubaki. The hem of Tsubaki’s nightgown was now fully pushed up, revealing the entirety of her voluptuous form. Maka’s eyes widened, a raw admiration glinting in their depths. Tsubaki’s breasts, large and full, with perfectly rounded, rosy nipples, were a sight that made Maka’s own desire surge. She had always found Tsubaki incredibly attractive, but seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable, was breathtaking. The sheer, generous size of them was something Tsubaki herself often felt shy about, but Maka’s gaze was filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated appreciation.

Maka’s hands moved to Tsubaki’s breasts, her palms cupping them, lifting them, her fingers teasing the already erect nipples. Tsubaki gasped, arching her back as Maka’s thumbs and fingers worked their magic. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a delicious torture that pushed her closer to the edge. “Oh, Maka…” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. Maka’s lips followed her hands, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of Tsubaki’s breast, then moving to tease one of her hard nipples with her tongue. Tsubaki cried out, her fingers tightening their grip on Maka’s hair.

“So sensitive,” Maka murmured, her voice thick with arousal. She continued to tease and torment Tsubaki’s nipples, alternately licking, sucking, and gently biting. Tsubaki’s entire body trembled, her core tightening with an unbearable ache. She needed more. She needed Maka. Maka’s gaze, intense and possessive, met Tsubaki’s. “I want to taste all of you,” Maka breathed, her voice a low growl of pure lust.

With a swift, decisive movement, Maka pushed Tsubaki gently backwards, guiding her towards the plush rug in the living room. Tsubaki landed with a soft thud, her nightgown pooling around her hips. Maka followed, her own clothes suddenly seeming like an unnecessary barrier. She shed her top, revealing a toned, muscular torso, her eyes never leaving Tsubaki. Tsubaki’s gaze was drawn to Maka’s physique, the broadness of her shoulders, the definition of her chest. Then, Maka’s eyes, burning with an insatiable hunger, dropped lower, taking in the full, magnificent sight of Tsubaki’s exposed breasts. Tsubaki felt a flush of heat spread through her entire body, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. Maka’s appreciation, so obvious, was incredibly arousing.

Maka knelt between Tsubaki’s legs, her gaze devouring. She reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate folds of Tsubaki’s inner thighs, inching closer to the heart of her desire. Tsubaki moaned softly, her legs parting instinctively, inviting Maka’s exploration. Maka’s fingers found the dewy entrance to Tsubaki’s core, parting her with a gentle touch. Tsubaki cried out, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. Maka’s touch was skilled, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. She teased and pleasured Tsubaki, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes, building the intensity with each passing moment.

Tsubaki’s back arched off the floor as Maka’s touch grew bolder, her fingers finding Tsubaki’s clitoris, teasing it with a feather-light touch that sent waves of pure ecstasy through her. “Maka… please…” Tsubaki gasped, her voice a desperate plea. Maka’s eyes, dark and lust-filled, met Tsubaki’s. “You want this, Tsubaki?” Maka whispered, her voice a low purr. Tsubaki could only nod, her body writhing with need. Maka smiled, a predatory, thrilling smile. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Tsubaki’s core. Tsubaki cried out again as Maka’s tongue began to work its magic, a slow, sensual exploration that brought her closer and closer to the precipice. Tsubaki’s body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She gripped Maka’s head, her nails digging into Maka’s scalp, her moans filling the room.

As Tsubaki’s climax subsided, leaving her breathless and trembling, Maka’s gaze remained locked on her. There was a hunger there, a deep, primal need that Tsubaki recognized in herself. Maka’s lips parted, revealing a hint of her tongue. “It’s my turn,” Maka stated, her voice a low growl. She stood, her eyes never leaving Tsubaki’s. Tsubaki, still dazed from the intensity of her orgasm, watched as Maka began to unbuckle her pants. Her gaze was drawn to the sight, her heart pounding with anticipation. Maka pulled down her pants and boxers, revealing a truly impressive and enormous cock. It was thick and veined, a powerful symbol of her masculine prowess, and Tsubaki’s breath caught in her throat. It was magnificent. Huge. The sheer size of it was awe-inspiring, promising a depth of penetration that Tsubaki craved.

Maka knelt again, her gaze intense. She reached for Tsubaki, her large hands cupping Tsubaki’s face. “You’re so beautiful, Tsubaki,” she whispered, her voice husky. She leaned in and kissed Tsubaki again, a deep, passionate kiss that erased any remaining shyness. Then, Maka’s lips moved lower, trailing kisses down Tsubaki’s throat, her chest, her stomach. Tsubaki watched, mesmerized, as Maka’s head dipped lower, her gaze fixed on Tsubaki’s swollen lips. Maka’s tongue flicked out, tasting the moisture there, and Tsubaki let out a soft moan. Maka’s mouth closed around one of Tsubaki’s large, full breasts, her tongue teasing and swirling around the hard nipple. Tsubaki cried out, her back arching as Maka suckled with a fierce, possessive hunger. She had never felt anything like it. The sensation of Maka’s mouth on her breast, the sheer power of her suckling, was overwhelming. Tsubaki’s hand instinctively went to Maka’s head, urging her to continue.

Maka’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, suckling and teasing them with a masterful touch. Tsubaki was nearing a breaking point, her body alive with pleasure. Then, Maka’s lips moved even lower, pressing kisses to her belly. Tsubaki trembled, her hips rolling, her body begging for more. Maka's gaze, dark and determined, met Tsubaki's. “I want to feel you inside me,” Tsubaki whispered, her voice raw with desire.

Maka smiled, a triumphant, hungry smile. She stood again, her enormous cock throbbing with eagerness. She nudged Tsubaki’s legs apart with her own, her massive member pressing against Tsubaki’s entrance. Tsubaki gasped at the sheer size, the thick girth promising an unparalleled sensation. Maka guided herself in with slow, deliberate movements, her large hands steadying Tsubaki’s hips. Tsubaki cried out as the tip of Maka’s cock entered her, a feeling of fullness she had never experienced. Maka paused, allowing Tsubaki to adjust, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tsubaki’s body was already stretching, accommodating Maka’s massive size. Maka’s eyes, filled with a potent mix of love and lust, met Tsubaki’s. “Ready?” she whispered.

Tsubaki nodded, her eyes shimmering. “Yes.” Maka pushed forward, her enormous cock sliding deeper into Tsubaki’s willing body. Tsubaki cried out, a mixture of pleasure and a slight discomfort at the sheer size. But it was a good discomfort, a feeling of being completely filled, completely claimed. Maka’s cock was huge, pushing against every sensitive inch of Tsubaki’s core. Maka began to move, her hips thrusting rhythmically, her massive cock sliding in and out of Tsubaki’s depths. Each stroke was deep, powerful, and exquisitely pleasurable. Tsubaki wrapped her legs around Maka’s waist, pulling her closer, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. The sounds of their movements, the soft thuds of their bodies, the moans and cries of pleasure, filled the room.

“Oh, Maka… you’re so big…” Tsubaki gasped, her nails digging into Maka’s back. “You feel so good.” Maka’s own moans were deep and guttural, her face contorted with pleasure. She drove her enormous cock deeper, her movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. Tsubaki met each thrust with a matching intensity, her body arching and trembling with each deep penetration. The sheer size of Maka’s cock was overwhelming, a constant, exquisite pressure that pushed Tsubaki closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Tsubaki felt the friction, the slickness, the powerful throb of Maka’s cock against her most sensitive points. She was utterly consumed by the sensation, lost in the pleasure of Maka filling her so completely.

“I love you, Tsubaki,” Maka grunted, her voice strained with exertion and passion. “I love you so much.” Tsubaki sobbed, tears of pure bliss streaming down her face. “I love you too, Maka!” she cried, her voice cracking with emotion and pleasure. Maka’s thrusts became faster, harder, her body pushing Tsubaki further and further towards the precipice. Tsubaki could feel her own climax building, an unstoppable wave of heat and pleasure washing over her. She clung to Maka, their bodies locked together, their souls intertwined. Then, with a final, deep thrust that sent her over the edge, Tsubaki screamed, her body convulsing around Maka’s massive cock. Maka followed moments later, his own release a guttural roar as he plunged his enormous cock deep within her, spilling his seed into her depths.

They lay tangled together on the rug, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Tsubaki’s heart still hammered against her ribs, but it was a contented, satisfied beat. Maka gently pulled away, his enormous cock still throbbing from the exertion. He lay beside Tsubaki, pulling her close. Tsubaki nestled into his side, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The air was filled with the scent of their lovemaking, a potent aroma of sweat and passion. Maka gently stroked Tsubaki’s hair, his touch tender and reassuring. “That was…” he began, his voice rough with emotion. “Amazing,” Tsubaki finished for him, a soft smile on her lips. Maka chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “More than amazing,” he murmured. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve never felt like this before, Tsubaki.”

Tsubaki looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. “Me neither, Maka.” She nuzzled closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The night was still young, and the promise of their shared intimacy lingered, a warm, comforting glow that settled over them. They had crossed a threshold, their bond deepened by the passionate, overwhelming encounter. As they lay there, entwined and sated, Tsubaki knew, with absolute certainty, that this was just the beginning of their beautiful, passionate journey together.