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It was a late night; the devil Maka has just woken up from her unconsciousness.
"Ugh...HUH??!!" She couldn't believe where she was; she was strapped by both her arms and legs to a bed, spread out naked like an eagle on top of it. No matter how much she tried, the little demon could not break free.
"Ah. You're awake," a calm yet wicked voice spoke to her.
She turned her head to one side to find her fallen angel of a boyfriend, Asura, sitting on a stool in a corner.
"You hit me on the head, you jack-ass!" Maka said furiously, "I can't believe you! Why do you do this every week?!"
"Now now," Asura quietly hissed, walking towards her, "Don't get all pissy too soon. I hate it when you're all fussy when I do it."
"Does it look like I have no reason to?" The devil asked, "Can't you try softer for once?"
"Shush. There would be no fun if I did," the angel replied, twirling Maka's hair in his fingers, "Shall I start?"
Maka hesitated, but eventually nodded, saying, "Gonna lick me again?"
"Heh, quite sure of yourself, aren't you?" Asura chuckled, "Actually, I have something different in mind."
He reached behind him and pulled out a small white feather from his hidden wings.
"Y-you're kidding me!" The mini Satan blurted out, "The oldest trick in the book?!"
The angel simply smirked. He grabbed Maka's tail and began brushing the feather against it. The demon started shaking from head to toe, her face boiling a bright red.
"You're so cute when you're sensitive," Asura cooed.
He then crawled on top of Maka, lowering his head to nuzzle at her neck while brushing the feather on the side of her body.
"Yo-You wicked mo-ha-nster..." The devil panted out, trying not to give the angel a sign of enjoyment.
"I see you're trying to show courage," Asura whispered, his breath tingling Maka's skin, "How adorable."
With his teeth, he bit a piece of the flesh on her neck, sucking on it lightly.
For the rest of the night, the angel feasted upon the devil, nuzzling, biting, licking, kissing, and tickling his way into her heart. No matter how much she tried to resist, Maka let him in. Asura finally froze his love over.
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An hour later, when Asura went to get a drink, Maka sat up in the bed, covered in sheets and finally free from her bindings. Her body was covered in bruises and sweat, her neck had a hickey. However, there was more water than sweat on her face. The devil was silently shedding tears about how rough Asura was to her. He didn't have to be so harsh; he IS technically an angel. The door opened as Asura walked in, his hands held two cups of water.
"How are you feeling, little Satan?" He asked her, setting the drinks on the table next to the bed. The devil was silent, not paying attention to him.
The angel sighed and sat down on the bed next to her.
"How many books will it take to cheer you up this time?"
"It's not gonna work, Asura," Maka said quietly, "You're gonna be rough on me again. What's the point?"
Asura narrowed his eyes. He placed a hand on Maka's shoulder, saying in a steady voice, "Maka, I promise, from this day on, I won't hurt you again."
Maka only pouted, "Yeah right. You'll break it like every other promise you make."
The wingless angel chuckled before saying, "Heh, there's one promise I haven't broken yet."
"Oh? What is it?"
"To always love you."
Maka's eyes widened, more tears falling from her eyes.
Asura then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest.
The demon smiled and hugged the angel back. The pair stayed like that till dawn.


A sound soul dwells with a sound mind, a sound body, and now a sound heart.